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[aromiekimart]

I never had figgy pudding so I painted it.

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*eats your fresh sans design

[layeredwanderings]

wasn’t expecting to see our blog in the google results... wait, sheet cake?

[celyssena-sunfire]

affection.

Big thank you to @cure-our-darkness who helped me with writing Sylrin for this one! I do so enjoy writing fluff and hurt/comfort as much as I enjoy writing angst, and she gave me the idea a few days ago.

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You hear him before you see him, his footfalls were heavier than normal. He sounded weighed down, like someone had tied chains to his ankles.

Your door is already open, he knows he’s allowed inside without invitation. He sits— no, slumps in one of your frumpy chairs like the air around him was going to crush him. Not only was the air around him thick, he looked awful. You could see that it had not been a good time, it was etched into the lines on his face.

“Sylrin...” Because you lobbing the word ‘Meathead’ at him would feel more akin to an insult than a beloved nickname right now, “What’s wrong?” Because everything was not okay.

When he doesn’t answer, you sit up from where you lay on your bed. “Come here,” you beckon.

He does as he’s told, heaving himself up as if he were digging himself out of the embrace of a grave, so that he can sit with his back to you on your bed. You don’t begrudge him, though.

Instead, you lean forward and kiss the back of his head. You press your face into the back of his neck.

“Do you know what I love about you?” Your voice is quiet, barely a whisper; “You have so much love. Your heart is so big, and so strong. And you’re brave, because you know how scary life can be and you do it anyways,” You feel a smile creep across your lips; “I am enamored with the way you hold yourself, your confidence and your voice. The way you walk, the look in your eyes as we travel across the continent.”

“You give yourself over completely to the people you love, and you’re more than willing to go the distance for people you don’t even know.” 

You lean back as he turns to face you. Despite your words, he still looks drawn, a proverbial Atlas holding up the sky. “I’m so tired, Spitfire.” 

You wish the lights were off, so that he didn’t have to see how sad that admission makes you; how it makes your ears droop, how it makes your face fall. You reach up and cup his cheek. “Rest, Sylrin. You’ve more than earned it.”

He doesn’t say anything else, instead he turns away from you for just a moment, you feel his lips brush against your fingers that still gently held his face. He lingers for a moment like that, and then he’s turning back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist before pressing his face into your shoulder. He ragdolls in your arms, like when he was trying to get your attention and you were ignoring him, so he’d sit on you until you stopped. It was a silly comparison.

You allow his weight to carry the both of you down, sprawling across your bed. Your arm is trapped under him, but when you attempt to free yourself, you notice that his entire body has gone slack. He’s asleep, right here in your arms.

He’s safe.

You lay back and let him have your arm, your heart and whatever the hell else he might want. You don’t even remember what you were doing before he came in here-- you’re sure that it’s laying somewhere on your bed or on the floor, forgotten; not that you cared about it anymore. Your other arm goes around him, you hold his sleeping form tight.

“I love the sound of your voice,” You whisper, “I love you even when you get mad, or frustrated. I love your drive, your smell, the fact that you prefer a shield to a sword,” You rest your cheek against his forehead.

“I love you.”

[the-real-gmail]

I stole Alaska's fish :3

- Ottawa

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[lilteecupangels]

The best way to eat Lucky Me Batchoy is to add chicaron inside while it cooks then add more chicharon while eating.

[yume-fanfare]

mar did you know that mitsuba is also the common name of a leafy plant that is used in east asian cuisine

omg i didn't know!