#this was cute...

[thosemeddlingsims]

SCOOB! (2020) dir. Tony Cervone

[nagitolovebug]

i think nagito isn’t exactly a dog person but dogs love him so i think hajime and nagito have like four dogs and they’re doing great

I politely disagree! esp since his...backstory 😓(and bc i love dogs) but I can see how that might make him wary of dogs simply bc hes scared of hurting them...I think animals just naturally like nagito bc he has a calming presence and will back off pretty easily + not get mad if they hurt him (i.e. cat scratching or smn). Hajime is probably like. one of those dads whos like "i dont want a dog I hate dogs" then 2 weeks later is matching shirts with a puppy.

I feel like Hajime would get him a puppy for his birthday one year wayyy into the future..before kids but once they're fairly settled and stabilized. he was probably on the mainland and found an abandoned puppy ("what. why- how are you here. where did you come from.") and he brings it back to FF and makotos going on and on about the logistics of advertising dog adoption and vetting people to make sure they're capable of taking care of the dog etc etc and while he's rambling hajime just. looks at the puppy and hes white and fluffy and cries when hajime tries to put him down and hes just like. "you are so needy and annoying. you're just like my husband I love you, actually." and impulsively takes the dog home.

nagito hears hajime come back and goes to greet him and hajime has a lump in his suit jacket that's squirming against his chest.

"welcome home, my love! ....anything interesting happen?"

and hajime goes "uhhhh" before the puppy pops its head out and barks and nagito startles a little.

"is that..?"

and the dog jumps out and goes to him and nagito falls to his knees and the dog is jumping at him and licking his face and nagito just starts crying.

"oh, jesus, nagito, im so sorry, we should've talked about this first-"

"are we keeping him?"

and nagito is hugging the squirming puppy like a lifeline while it licks the tears off his face.

"uh. yea. if you want."

"oh, hajime...thank you...I'm so happy...."

and thats how they get their first dog kiibo

[whenfatecollides]

nothing like kissing your leader to relieve stress 😌

[panjose]

So close 

[mayonakako]

COLOUR AESTHETICS

BLUE. cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways.

RED. wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets.

YELLOW. community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams.

GREEN. marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grotto / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theater productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns.

BLACK. crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theaters / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces.

WHITE. crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art.

tagged by: stole it from @limitlesspossibilities :3c tagging: you!

[kenpxchi]

He’s larger than life and feral for a clash of blades. The two of them could not be more different - perhaps that was partly why she was charmed. Charmed enough that she’s shameless taking the fabric of his top in her grasp to pull him down for a kiss 💋

@bloominghands

At the very least, those last couple of guys were decently tough. They looked like some sort of army, considering they were all wearing the same uniform. Kenpachi knew how to handle them: if you beat up enough of the small fry, the strong fighters show themselves. However, since only the strong people can actually see him to begin with, it's a little easier to single them out.

Now that they're all done, there isn't very much left for him to do. He turns to walk away, only for his departure to be interrupted--

Huh.

When it ends, he's left speechless, unmoving, his eye wide. What the heck was that? That woman who just pulled him down and did that... Who was she?

And why did he like it?

"oi, lady, wait!"

[kikun]

May he rest upon the grass beside her, her tiny hands gently brushing the strands of hair from his face. Nahida's voice is gentle and soothing..

"---Someday, somewhere, somehow You'll love again You just need to find someone...

Someone who treats you better Someone who wants you around Someday, somewhere, somehow You're gonna feel found~"

It is a rarity for the Wanderer to ever rest in the presence of another. But with Sumeru's Archon, it is a different story.

For once, he would be a fool to reject an act of kindness from Celestia. And so, here he rests, in the meadow of green beside the god donning similar colours.

It is… a little strange, allowing his lids to flutter shut. Sealing off the world and its tepid light. Basking himself in the internal darkness that would find no flood of false images to lull himself to rest.

Dreams were a luxury he was not fortunate to possess. It was the one arena where mortals surpassed his divinity.

But the gentle tune, poured with the liquor of wisdom, is a solace.

And eventually, slumber finds the Wanderer with a tender hand.