#bollie

[beachbumbh]

go my paker!!

or whatever your ship name is!!

edit: i found the ship name hi guys

[degenezijde]

Bollie refused to get dressed today so now we're out in pyjamas and adults keep complimenting her fit

[koniknits]

My 3yo is taking her first steps into furrydom (wanted to be a wolf for Halloween celebrations at school). We got her an Efteling wolf onesie from Efteling (well, Vinted) which bafflingly more looks like a 'business man' onesie but for the hood with ears. It didn't have a tail! So I knitted her one with some leftover fluffy yarn. She loves it.

[pasiphile]

Bollie has been going to a holiday camp this week, every day from 9 to 4. Because of a work thing neither of us could go pick her up on Monday, so we asked my mother in law (camp was very close to hers). Wife went to pick her up at 5 at my MIL, stayed a bit to talk, then was back at 6.

MIL enjoyed the grandchild quality time a lot and offered to pick her up the other days too, which gives us a bit more space for work and household things, so we gladly accepted.

Only in practice this means I see my child in the morning for about an hour while we have breakfast together and get ready, and then for about thirty minutes in the evening when we have dinner together, and then she's off to bed. Today I had to go to work so I only saw her for maybe ten minutes in the morning instead of the full hour.

And it's just... I miss her? And I can't wrap my head around the fact that for a lot of people, this is just how life is, always. Of course you've still got the weekends, but even so... It just feels wrong to me to have children but to only see them barely an hour in total a day, and then specifically at the moments that they're tired and definitely not at their best.

[solifeaulprime]

Goobers at it again

[kybee1497]

hey ky i heard u we’re taking request sooo

Bollie (bobbyxwillie) artists au

As usual, this is late. Sorry about that syd. I had a ton of fun making this.

Bobby and Willie met in art school. While they were in the same dorm building, they didn’t meet until one night when they were both exiled from their rooms for the night and stumbled into the same practice studio.

Willie arrived first, his roommate had taken over the dorm for the weekend, paint tubes and canvas’s littered the dorm room. Willie didn’t mind a little chaos, it was necessary when one was an artist, but Willie refused to share his bed with discarded canvases that didn’t even belong to him. So he packed a bag and moved into the empty, rarely used studio tucked behind the back stairwell for the weekend.

It was only a few hours later that a half awake Bobby Wilson stumbled through the doorway, sketch bag bouncing against his hip and blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

They stopped, taking the other in for a few seconds before Willie cleared a space and nodded at the empty stool across the table.

“You can stay either way, but can I paint you?”

“Paint me or paint on me?” Bobby didn’t particularly care either way but clarification was important before he started taking clothes off.

Willie blinked, “is the second one an option?”

“Sure, as long as you don’t mind if I fall asleep. I haven’t slept in two days and my roommates boyfriend from back home is visiting. I’m pretty sure a pile of rocks is more comfortable than the couch in the common room and that tables looking pretty nice right now.”

Willie blinked again before answering cautiously. “It’s up to you dude. I won’t be offended either way.”

“Great.” Bobby yawned and dropped his bag gently on the floor, before stripping off his shirt and laying down on the table, pillowing his arms under his head. “This work?” He asked.

“Uh,” Willie paused, “yeah, that’s great.”

“Awesome. Don’t paint dicks on me.” He closed his eyes, burrowing his head slightly. “Good night.”

Willie hesitated, eying the shirtless man in front of him. Smooth tan skin gleamed in the soft light of the lamps and Willie wondered what exactly had just happened. 10 minutes ago he was alone in a rarely used studio cursing his roommate and mixing paint and now he had a half dressed, half asleep, very pretty man stretched out on the table in front of him. It was a strange turn of events to say the least, but if Willie prided himself on one thing other than his art, it was his ability to adapt and go with the flow, so all he said was, “good night.”

[a-tomb-with-a-view]

Show Me How To Let My Sword Down (Long Enough To Let You Through)

Word count: 2485

She grows out of their childhood fantasies two weeks before they turn fourteen, when she meets Ray from down the road and decides that no matter what life had looked like before Ray, it was worth it and wonderful because it set her off on the path to run into him outside the corner store near the high school she’ll be attending next year.

It’s not until seventeen that they realise that drowning in silks and furs and leather is still drowning

Fic link is in the reblogs :))

[saladbroth]

i just think that boregallie

two introverts with their two extrovert boyfriends.... bobby & alex bitching about stuff while willie & reggie just vibe

all the cuddles

tallest boyfriend alex

smallest boyfriend willie

ace bobby & willie + grey-ace alex making fun of reggie for being allo but lovingly

endless teasing

willex trying to handle the absolute mayhem their two idiot chaos boyfriends cause

zero braincells in the ship, willie has the most frequent thoughts, bobby gets one a week, reggie & alex absolutely do not

occasionally touch-averse bobby & occasionally kiss-averse willie bonding

alex & reggie being the softest fuckers

them <333