#iris!!!

[avasfairytaleland]

so yk the headcanon tag game i tagged you in right

so the headcanon about me belting songs when i'm home alone how the hell did you know??

are you in my walls??

yeah i found a comfy spot and built a pillow fort it’s super nice

[etherealrin]

TIFF IMY HI (it’s iris)

IRISSSSS OH MY GOSH. i missed u too!! was actually looking for u the other day and could not find pomeloblush…what is w all this account moving 💔

[crymeariveronceagain]

Au where Keefe is a theater boy and Sophie signs up to be stage crew in order to earn extra credit

okay but literally yes

i love this headcanon with all my soul.

Like imagine, spotlights on this kid, bright eyes, blonde hair. He's giving his monologue in King Lear, his gaze about as fierce as his voice, villainy and righteous rage, "Now, Gods," he says, and his voice echoes, "Stand up for bastards!"

There's a brief moment of silence in the theatre. And Sophie in the light box dims the lights. She swallows hard.

Curses to herself. He's beautiful, she thinks.

[crowandagger]

Imagine instead of billy it’s you buying flowers for him. It’s a random day, no special celebration, you surprise him with his favorite flowers. How do you think he will react? I think he would tear up, hugging you tight afterwards 🥺

Ma'am I said Thots not Feels

Billy... Is not used to people getting him nice things just because they can. Growing up in a orphanage where the smallest gift meant a debt owed and later in the military he the same rules seemed to apply, he never learnt any different.

So when you show up with a bouquet of his favourite flower and heavens may know how you figured that out the first thing that goes through his mind is trying to figure out what you want from him.

And though he doesn't outright say it, he does ask if he forgot your anniversary or perhaps his own birthday, since he's never been one to celebrate it.

And when you say you just wanted to get him the flowers with no ulterior motive... he's stunned, while his mind is screaming at him that you want something from him while simultaneously knowing that the entire time he's known you, you've never tricked him like that and you never would.

So when he finally regains his ability to speak, he doesn't say anything. He just crushes you into a hug. And you know him well enough that this gesture says more that words ever could

[barryallenis]

always leave the key by the door??? in this economy?????

[escapingreality51]

Prompt. Coming home from work, Robert sees Aaron putting all their framed photos together back to their rightful places.

Robert walks towards the Mill with the weight of the day on his shoulders, the weight of angry clients and long phone calls making his footsteps heavy on the gravel, his hand slow to reach for his keys. It is already dark, which doesn’t help his fumble at the door. 

Through the door he can hear some indie music he doesn’t recognise being blasted through the speakers - Aaron doesn’t do it often but when he does, it usually means he is busy with something. As Robert walks through their front door he is met with a sight he didn’t expect, hadn’t even imagined. It warms his heart, lifts his spirits immediately. 

Aaron’s walking around the living room with a beer while photographs from their first wedding lie framed on the various sofas and tables, waiting to be hung up. Aaron is clearly finding places for them, looking so intently at the walls that he didn’t hear Robert come in. Not until Robert walks up behind him does Aaron turn around, a grin plastered onto his face.

“You’re home late,” Aaron says. He sets his beer down and goes to the fridge, fetching one for Robert. 

“Yeah, long day of meetings and contracts...” Robert says, adding a word of thanks as the cold beer is placed into his waiting hand. “What’re you up to?” he asks, as if the answer isn’t obvious. 

Aaron shrugs, act nonchalant as he walks around the room and lifts up a picture of the two of them, Robert kissing Aaron’s cheek playfully on their wedding day. “Thought it was about time we got some of these back up.” 

“You had them reprinted?” Robert asks and Aaron nods. “And reframed?” Aaron nods again. Robert should have a jibe, a quick comment about Aaron being so sentimental but he can’t do it. Not when his shoulders feel lighter and he is smiling for the first time in hours because his husband is doing something so incredibly sweet. 

“I missed seeing them up there, you know?” Aaron says before lifting his beer to his lips and taking a sip. “Want to help me find a spot for them?” 

Robert nods, sets his beer bottle down before going over to Aaron and pulling him close, first by his jumper and then by wrapping his arms around Aaron’s waist. Aaron’s mouth is soft and slightly bitter with the taste of beer lingering on his tongue but it is the final thing that puts Robert’s day behind him, giddy with the happiness that bubbles in his chest. 

“Thank you,” he says, forehead leaning against Aaron’s. Aaron smiles and kisses him quickly. 

“What for?” Aaron asks. 

“Being you, making me happy. I love you,” Robert says. The truth of it can be seen in the house they have built together, the life they have together, in each of the photographs lying around them. 

“I love you more,” Aaron replies. He holds onto Robert for a second longer before letting him go with a squeeze of his hand on Robert’s arm. “Now let’s get to it, yeah?” 

[crymeariveronceagain]

Consider: Fitz likes Sophie, but not too much. He is simply desperately trying to get into a relationship because he doesn't want to be a Councillor, and if he isn't in a relationship his father will force him to apply to be one

OOOOHHHHH

OOOOOOOOOOOH

All i can see is gray aro fitz i'm sorry but like

that would be so cool

and so dark

and i just

i want to hold my boy close and tell him he's good enough and doesn't need a lover or a horrible position that never lets him rest