#soft soft soft

[missgem000]

I’m going to post some of my favourites this week, please DM and let me know which one it yours 😈😈

#feetcurves #feetfinder #feetish #feetpicwant #feetpose #footgoddess #feetprincess #arched soles #foot princess #feetgoddess #i sell custom content #feetpictures #beautiful soles #soft soft soft #suck toes

[loveisactivated]

Keep stroking my hair.

#semantic error #love in the air #love for love's sake #bad buddy #the eighth sense #a tale of thousand stars #i feel you linger in the air #blueming #gameboys #gameboys the series #my only 12% #boyslovesource #mjtag #userrlaura #usertaeminie #usernuria #mine #soft soft soft

[psymachine]

fun fact: it takes 30 - 90 minutes for the evil to enter their bodies in the morning

#macdennis #iasip #macdennis art #macden #soft soft soft #false alarm i'm never gonna have a consistent art style in my life #whatever happens; happens babyyyy #i'm glad i made myself shade this one sort of properly #machinegoods

[vampyrsm]

Bakugou is very attentive to you and your needs, no matter what he just somehow knows when you want something but refuse to say anything to him.

I imagine one of those situations is when you're stopping at the petrol station with him, the fancy black car purring into a smooth stop and he wastes no time in getting out of the car to fill it up. You'd tagged along with him for the afternoon whilst he ran errands for his agency and his friends, it wasn't overly exciting but you loved to spend time with him regardless.

The sound of the car door opening automatically has you looking over to Bakugou as he leans one arm on the roof of the car, bending his body down enough to peer into the open door to look at you. "You want anythin' from inside?", he watches closely at the way your eyes dart to the side for a moment eyeing a sign for some sort of snack that had been brought out, but still you return his question with a soft 'no thank you' and a shake of your head.

But he saw the pout on your lips, Bakugou closes the door not soon after mumbling about how he's gotta go pay then you both can go back home. You watch his broad back and shoulders in the thin, hardly really something you can count as an item of clothing, tank top that was most definitely more for showing off his thick biceps, and of course, he wore grey sweatpants that are for showing off how hard he works on his ass and thighs from just how tight they were on the man. You sigh a little in longing when he disappears behind the automatic doors of the small petrol station store.

Bakugou doesn't waste much time in the store, always a man who works fast and efficiently. The door opens again, and you settle in for the drive back home when something drops into your lap with a soft thud and then the sound of a door closing. You jump in the seat, looking at whatever your boyfriend had thrown at you on his way into the car only to find it's the snack from the sign that you were looking at when he had asked.

"I said I didn't want anything though," you pout when he does his own seatbelt, hand on the steering wheel when he looks at you for a moment.

"So? Your pout was a different story," he snickers when you protest at the fact you were not pouting—you were—"Shuddup and eat your sugary shit." he says, leaning over enough to lay a delicate kiss on your lips when you turn to look at him in thanks.

Yeah, he's very attentive to you and will always know the best way to keep you happy.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #soft soft soft #my personal snack would probs be an ice tea and like fruit pastilles #absolutely would melt me and make me happy for the entire week

[seagreenstardust]

Yoichi calling Kudou “My Hero”

Kudou smirking as he uses Kacchan to finally get Izuku to listen to him

Izuku not wanting to let go of One For All, not because it’s strong or because he’ll be Quirkless again but because All Might gave it to him so it’s precious to him BABY

The vestiges taking the fight inside of Shigaraki, meaning we might get vestige Izuku and vestige Kacchan

I loved it. Everything about it.

#mha #bnha #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha 413 #bnha 412 #bakudeku #bkdk #yoichi x kudou is literally the gift that keeps on giving #them as a foil to bkdk??? #GOOD CONTENT #kudou: how do I get him to listen???? #Izuku: I’m so so gay for Kacchan I can’t even hear you #kudou: now THIS I can work with #the ‘my hero’ is infecting my brain though #soft soft SOFT #also vestige kacchan and vestige Izuku inside of shigaraki’s head would be too powerful for words

[paponela]

the shocked little face she makes when blake touches her

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby9 #soft soft SOFT #she will cry when they kiss i just know it #my diagnosis is: touch starved

[halfway-happyyy]

salvation (rooster bradshaw)

AN: the one where rooster and his girl cock warm after a month away from each other. smut and soft feelings ensue below the cut.

warnings: mentions of sexual activity, cock warming, dirty talk, PIV, etc.

characters: rooster bradshaw x female reader

A subtle electric charge surges in the still bedroom air around you that has nothing to do with the looming storm, and everything to do with Rooster’s imminent arrival home. In the grand scheme of things, a month is a blip on the radar. But the length of his absence has felt like a lifetime to you, and the urge to feel him palpable and alive beneath your touch causes anticipation to bloom deep in your belly. You will yourself to stay awake for him, but as the evening hour wears on, the rain against the expansive glass windowpane helps to lull you into a peaceful slumber and your eyes close of their own volition.

You waken a little after midnight to the feel of Rooster’s lips on your cheek. A stifling darkness cloaks your entire room, and the only other source of light comes from the scattered candles Rooster must have lit on his way in. His umber hair is wet from the rain, but the heady scent of sweat and saltwater still lingers on him and makes your head spin. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you breathe him in.

“I missed you.”

Rooster nuzzles into you, his mustache tickles the delicate skin of your neck and you fight the urge to wriggle away from the sensation.

“Missed you more, baby.”

He pulls away from you to rid himself of his clothing, and when he’s fully nude before you, he drops into the plush chair beside the window. In the caliginous light offered by the flickering flames, you catch sight of the fresh cuts and bruises that decorate Rooster’s stomach and chest like a warzone.

“I want to feel close to you.” He whispers.

You shuck away the covers and hiss lowly as the cool air comes in contact with your nude body. Padding over to where Rooster sits, you know exactly what he wants without even asking.

He watches you gaze at the shallow wounds that decorate the expanse of his golden skin and he shakes his head as if telepathy was a skill he'd just recently picked up.

“I’m okay, baby.”

Your eyes travel to his steadily growing erection, and you aren't sure how you’ll find it in yourself to keep from fucking him.

“Come here, sweetheart. I need this.”

His utterly pleading tone sends a shiver down your spine, and doing as you’re told, you grasp onto his broad shoulders and sink down onto his hard cock. He groans loudly at the sensation of your impossibly warm tightness as his hands find purchase on your hips.

“That’s it.” He gasps. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this.”

Dragging your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from crying out at his stretch, your head drops to the curve of his shoulder. Peppering a series of sloppy, open-mouth kisses to the slightly salty skin there, you revel in the feeling of his body as it melts beneath your touch.

“Did you think about this when you were away?” You ask, resting your cheek against his.

Rooster's hold on you tightens as he nods against you. “Only every night, sweetheart.”

You shift above him and smile against his cheek as a string of nonsensical curse words exit his mouth.

“You wanted this.” You simper.

Rooster nips at the soft skin of your collarbone. “Can you blame me?”

It’s quiet in the room while you focus on his heartbeat against your chest, on the droplets of rain that chase each other in misshapen lines down the windowpane. You focus on the inexplicably full feeling he’s providing you- and how in this moment, you are an entirely singular entity. You’ll tell him later on that more nights than not, you fell asleep with your vibrator still inside of you, just to replicate the feeling of this very moment. He’ll ask you if it was enough and you’ll shake your head because- what on earth could be better than this?

“No, Rooster. I can’t.”

He presses his lips to your temple. “Try and go back to sleep for a little while, hm? I want to live in this for as long as I can.”

His warm hands as they rub circles into the small of your back, and the delicious fullness of his cock inside of you helps to lull you back into a shallow sleep.

Rooster wakens you a little while later by tracing lazy figure-eights into the back of your shoulder blade. You involuntarily clench around him and a low, desperate moan escapes his slightly parted lips. Every time he returns from a mission, you worry that the light behind his beautiful eyes will have dimmed the slightest bit; but as you gaze at him now, you are happy to report that the light that was there a month ago still blazes just as brightly. He traces a warm fingertip down the bridge of your nose, and around the outline of your lips and leans in to kiss your jawline.

Grinding your hips down against him, his fingernails leave miniscule crescent moons in the soft skin of your flesh as he shakes his head, a determined expression on his face.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

But you’re through with waiting.

Placing both hands firmly on top of his shoulder blades again, you begin to rock against him. If Rooster wants to fight it, he is entirely powerless now. The wait has been too long. His head falls back as you continue to writhe in his lap and his hands roam the dips and valleys of your back like he’s known it his whole life. You watch in awe as his lips part and desperate, mewling moans tumble from somewhere at the back of his throat. He is so touch-starved and desperate to feel you that he can hardly form coherent sentences.

“I can stop anytime, Roo.” You murmur, threateningly.

It’s an absolute bluff. You can’t, and you won’t.

Rooster taps your hip twice, his voice low and blown apart with lust. “I want you on the bed.”

Untangling yourselves to make it there is almost impossible, and the aching loss of fullness when you pull yourself from him is almost enough to drive you mad. He doesn’t let you linger there long before he has you on your side, your back pressed into his toned, sweat-damp chest. He fucks you slowly at first; it’s a dizzyingly satisfying push and pull, his cock hitting all the right spots along the way until it reaches the part of you that makes your back arch and your toes curl.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Rooster gasps. “Touch yourself for me.”

It’s a demand that you’re only all too happy to comply with, as your legs open and your hand snakes down to the apex of your thighs. His lips never stray far from your neck as he continues to rut into you from behind, his deft hands making quick work of exploring all the parts of your body that yearn for his attention.

“You feel amazing, sweetheart. Always so good for me.”

His words stoke the pleasure smoldering in the pit of your belly and as you continue touching yourself, you approach the precipice of bliss at an alarming pace. He holds you to him as you fall apart, his name a breathless chant on your lips as you tremble against him. Your orgasms have always spurred on his own and this time is no exception. His hips stutter and his cock throbs deep inside of you as he empties everything he has to give with a long, low moan.

He peels away from you after a couple of blissful minutes, and his loss is felt immediately. His breath hitches in his throat as he traces a fingertip through the mess of his come that spills down the back of your velvet-soft thigh and onto the linen sheets below.

“Love seeing you like this, sweetheart. Love watching my come drip from you.” His words are obscene and intoxicating. They leave tremors of pleasure in their wake, and you turn on your side to view him in the low morning light.

“You're hurt.”

Rooster smiles, and his hazel orbs flash brilliantly in the scarce light provided by the flickering flames.

“Only a little. But I came back to you. And I’ll be okay.” His fingertips dance down the bridge of your nose, and the outline of your full lips. His mustache twitches as his smile grows. “I could paint your face with a blindfold on, you know that?”

You are struck then by his effortless beauty, and by the series of words that tumble from his mouth and cause waves of unbridled love to swell in the hollow of your heart.

“I love you, Rooster.”

He presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. “I love you too, my invisible string.”

~

oooop, see what i did there, friends?

#soft soft soft #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw imagines #smut #writing #drabble #salvation

[steddieas-shegoes]

In addition to modern migraine Steve (my beloved) I would absolutely adore a oneshot of migraine Steve and chronic pain Eddie taking care of each other if that sparks any creative juices for you!

Thank you!!! I will give Steve a migraine any chance I get, which is really unfair and not cool, but it's just why not make the boy suffer more? But chronic pain Eddie? NEW TO ME. I mean obviously there is so much potential to be explored and boy I hope I explored it enough in this for you. Hope you love it - Mickala ❤️

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It was a bad day for Eddie.

His bones ached, his muscles ached, his scars, somehow, ached.

The clothes on his body felt like they weighed 100 pounds and were covered in needles.

The trek to the bathroom felt like a marathon and he was in dead fucking last.

He hadn’t always been like this; The pain hadn’t always controlled his life the way it started to after the Upside Down.

Sure, the injuries he sustained there caused problems, but they’d figured out that they’d just exacerbated what was already slowly happening in his body.

Fibromyalgia.

Wayne said it ran in the family, that some of them just had mild cases that were easily treated with pain meds, hot baths, and massages.

Maybe he’d get lucky and that would be it.

Or maybe luck left him long ago and he was stuck with the bad kind.

The kind that left him in pain always, but on some days, it was the kind of pain that made him wish the bats had achieved their goal of eating him from the inside out.

Some things did help dull the pain.

He took Tylenol like it was candy, probably destroying his liver in the process.

Sometimes just floating in Steve’s pool helped take the sharp pains away.

Hot baths helped if Steve served as his pillow.

Sleeping it away was good when his body let him do that.

Steve was still asleep in bed, lucky bastard. He wouldn’t have to hear Eddie’s groaning while he tried to just use the damn toilet.

He sat because it hurt to stand more than it hurt to sit, and let his head fall forward.

He heard footsteps coming into the bathroom and he sighed.

“Go back to bed, Stevie.”

“Bad day?”

Steve was speaking so low, Eddie had to strain to hear him.

Oh no.

“Mhm. Migraine?”

“Mhm.”

Steve walked over to the bath, turning the faucets until he felt their desired temperature.

“We don’t have to do this right now. You should go back to bed so your head gets better.”

“Wanna help you. It’ll help me, too.”

He was probably at least a little right about that. Baths did help his migraines sometimes too.

Steve poured the peppermint oil soap into the tub, which was specifically for their bad days.

It helped the pounding in his head and the shooting pains in Eddie’s body.

Eddie got up, removed all of his clothing, and let his back rest against the cool tile wall behind him.

It provided a bit of relief, like a full body ice pack, as he watched Steve strip off his sweatpants and boxers.

Steve got in, shutting off the water when he was sitting down, and relaxed against the back of the tub. He looked over at Eddie and nodded at him to get in.

Eddie slipped in slowly, his body screaming at him to stop moving, but also asking for relief in any form it could have.

He settled his back against Steve’s chest, sighing when the warmth of the bath and coolness of the peppermint helped ease some of the joint and muscle pain he felt.

Steve rested his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, fingers giving just enough pressure for him to know what he was wordlessly asking.

Eddie nodded.

Steve started rubbing his shoulders, making him moan with relief.

Steve kissed the back of his neck after a few minutes, letting him know he was taking a break and resting his eyes. They both tried to rest, tried to keep the pain at bay for just a bit longer.

Eventually, the water got colder. Steve didn’t like sitting in cold water, it sent him into panic attacks, so Eddie took one for the team and leaned up and over to drain the water.

He stood up and wrapped the towel hanging up around his waist, moving slowly to trick his body into thinking he was still in the warm bath.

He helped Steve stand knowing his migraines brought an imbalance in equilibrium, a nausea he couldn’t prevent when he moved too fast.

He wrapped Steve’s towel around his waist, ignoring the twinge of his elbows and back as he did so.

But Steve didn’t ignore it. He looked at him sadly and tilted his head towards the door.

They made it back to their bed, both somehow more tired than before, as if they’d actually run a marathon instead of just walked to the bathroom to take a bath.

They didn’t bother trying to dry off, dropping their towels and getting into bed naked and damp, letting the sheets do the work that they should’ve done.

It hurt to feel anything touching him, but something about the way Steve’s body curved just right into his, his hand resting over his worst scar on his abdomen, made it bearable.

Steve rested his head against his chest, letting out a shaky breath like he’d been holding it back until he could be comfortable in bed. Maybe he had been.

Eddie’s fingers found their way to Steve’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp in a way that he knew helped distract from the pulsing in his head.

They fell asleep like that, holding each other in the ways that helped, in the ways that made them feel like they could face another day despite the pain.

They slept their bad days away, together, until they found good days again.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #migraine steve harrington #chronic pain eddie munson #anon request #requests #soft soft soft #hurt/comfort

[bird-inacage]

Fort x Peat for Journey Magazine

Can they stop with the soft hand-holding?? I will die at this rate.

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #LITA cast #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #babyfeat #prapaisky #paisky #soft soft soft #gentle hands #the way peat is looking at him #is this heaven?

[missgem000]

It’s been a while…. What do you all think?

#feetcurves #feetfinder #feetish #feetpicwant #feetpose #footgoddess #feetprincess #foot princess #arched soles #feetgoddess #lick her soles #feetforsale #bare toes #curvy girls #beautiful soles #soft soft soft

[m3gahet]

30 Murdertooth for the Kiss Roulette please?

Murdertooth lovin hours

#my shit #metalocalypse #toki wartooth #william murderface #murdertooth #soft soft soft

[rockingrobin69]

Midnight magic

The grass is wet and it squelches under his feet and is possibly not even grass, just, mud, just, moor, and the moonlight dancing on his skin makes him tremble like an actual touch. It’s all so—out there. Damp and glittery. Nighttime and shivery-cold and oddly, oddly gentle. A hand in his, clammy; laughter crinkling the corner of an eye.

‘Just a little further,’ murmured, ‘come on, come on.’ Fingers warm and so solid around his wrist, pulling with excitement that’s as fresh as dew and as rumbling as laughter: pulling and they’re here. Out, of the city, of their minds. Out and the world is as true and as big as he’s always suspected it was.

‘Darling,’ a whisper, a kiss delivered right below his jawline, ‘I’m so glad. I’m so glad to be—’

‘Yes,’ Harry breathes, ‘yes, yes,’ and in his heart it hums too, it sings. The night and the trees and the water, it all glistens. It all listens, and soon enough it replies, in buzzing of tiny wings and rustling of leaves. In distant hooting and the wind blowing soothing waves onto the pebbly shore.  

It’s—mad. Harry takes Draco’s face in his hands, kisses and kisses him until he can breathe. Until it makes sense (they’re mad, it’s all brilliant). Until he remembers, it’s the beginning of September and the middle of the night and his heart is three times its usual size under his jumper.

‘Shall we go in?’

He could be serious. Harry grins to the darkness, takes him in closer.

‘You’re mad. The water will be freezing.’

‘Yes. Shall we go in?’ with that little smile. It stretches, then dims. His fine eyebrow arches: ‘We don’t have to. We can just—’

Harry kisses him, helpless, delightfully distracted with the delicate shell of an ear. ‘Yes,’ meaning, anything he wants, meaning Harry is here and is his, all his.

Draco’s eyes on him sizzle. ‘We can just sit and watch the stars for a while. There’s a bit up ahead where I—’

‘Yes,’ he says instead of take me, instead of please, ‘yes, sweetheart, yes.’ A kiss and then another.

They slip a little on the rocks. Harry’s shoes are drenched. It’s cold and he’s so happy he could cry, with Draco’s hand in his and this rush, the magnitude of it. The moon comes back out from behind its blanket of cloud, and Draco is—the words get stuck under Harry’s breastbone. He’s so himself that it aches, it’s brilliant.

Must be visible on Harry’s face. ‘I told you,’ Draco beams. ‘I told you it’s magic.’

Harry’s eyes fill with something terrible and warm. ‘You did,’ he manages through a suddenly-dry throat. ‘You—sweetheart.’

‘Come on,’ with urgency that wasn’t there before. Harry will follow, anywhere; his heart feels crushed open and oddly light. The whole night is, alight. Under the cloudy sky and far too cold on the lakeshore, Harry is here and entirely, completely Draco’s.  

#drarry fic #500 words #a little night time magic #this feeling of wonder #of how big the world can be #and how wide your heart can go in your chest #rockingrobin69 #soft soft soft

[bagdaddyb]

Romantic reader x Bianca please I simp for her so bad and it is so hard to find anything with her, so I would hereby formally like to request some reader x Bianca fluff please, thank you 🐬🐬🐬🐬🐬🐬🐬

I agree, we need more blackgirl love on this platform!

My Pearl 🔵

Warning: None this is fluffy fluff

Pairing: fem! Reader x Bianca

AN: This makes me smile :)

You drifted through the hallways like water, walking with fluidity while humming to yourself. Today was a good day. You weren't sure why it was, but it was. You woke up happy and seemed to project that happiness onto those around you. A small smile graced your features as you broke into the quad eyes searching for the one person you longed to see daily. You adjusted your uniform, determined to look your best before continuing towards the siren table. The aquatic creatures, while still standoffish, tolerated your pressence. You weren't one of them but your water abilities made you close enough. Today you were determined to take the next step with Bianca. Your relationship was moving slow her previous one with Xavier leaving her with some emotional scaring. You'd longed to kiss her from the day you met, and four months ago when your friendship progressed to something more, you thought you'd finally get to. But that wasn't the case. After Xavier's claim that she used her siren song to get him to like her, she second guessed every relationship she had, including yours.

Though she still wore the necklace, she questioned everything you did and said unsure if it was really you or really who she wanted you to be. You verbally reassured her every day, but waiting on her to make a move was beginning to become like waiting on Wednesday to apologize. It's just not gonna happen. So now you wiggled happily in your seat, waiting eagerly for Bianca to appear after class. You planned it all in your head. A romantic walk to the lake ending with a light kiss on the lips so that she may finally understand you're serious about her. You didn't have to wait long the siren appearing at your side after a few short minutes.

"Hey babe."

You said with excitement popping up from your seat.

"Hey (Y/N)."

She said with a soft smile. The use of your name didn't bother you she hadn't returned the term of endearment yet and you didn't expect her to now.

"Take a walk with me down to the lake?"

You asked shinning your bright smile, you knew it was a bit spontaneous but she'd yet to say no to any of your request previously.

"Sure."

She threw her backpack over her shoulder as you linked your hand in hers. Once you were out of the quad away from all the noise you hummed contently.

"How was your day?"

"Fine, I managed to beat Wednesday in fencing class once again."

Bianca said with a proud smile. You didn't understand her and Wednesday's rivalry, but you didn't second guess it. It was something that brought her joy, so that brought you joy. You squeezed her hand.

"Congratulations, babe!"

"How was your day?"

Bianca asked, shining the same soft smile she reserved for only you.

"It was good, I finished sculpting today. I can't wait for you to see it. It's not my traditional work, I decided to go with something more abstract it was a challenge, but I hope it turned out well."

Bianca couldn't help but stare as you rambled on. You were beautiful enigma. She didn't understand what you saw in her, still wasn't sure if you saw anything at all but she was happy to have you by her side now in this moment. The remainder of the walk consisted of small talk about your art and the race across the lake coming up that Bianca was determined to win this year. By the time you arrived at the water front it seemed time had flown by.

"So why'd you want to come down here? Training your ability?"

You hummed shaking your head.

"Yes but no I wanted to talk privately."

"O- Kay."

Bianca said an uncomfortable nervous feeling settling in her stomach.

"Bianca... I really like you"

"Here comes that but... are you breaking up with me?"

You blanched.

"What? No! Sorry, I didn't realize how that sounded. I just want you to know I'm serious about us. This isn't your mind playing tricks and I'm not under the influence of your siren song. I truly want there to be an 'us' for a long time so I hope you feel the same way."

Before you could second guess, you leaned in lightly placing your lips against hers in a soft kiss. You weren't surprised when she didn't return it likely catching her off guard, and you didn't hold it long not wanting her to be uncomfortable. When you pulled back you smiled bright at her.

"Okay now I'm gonna practice, you don't have to...."

Before you could finish, Bianca pulled you into another soft kiss one you happily returned wrapping your arms around her neck and once she pulled back she laid her head against yours.

"I want there to be an 'us' for a long time too."

Smiling as you closed your eyes embracing this moment you let go of a content sigh.

"Good."

#bianca barclay #bianca barclay x reader #bianca x reader #bianca wednesday #bianca barclay wednesday #bagdaddyb #soft soft soft #request #wednesday netflix

[lacunha]

Bunny. Pretty in pink.

Full set on www.lacuna.one

#frilly #spring time #pretty in pink #key to my heart #pearls and lace #soft soft soft

[countingstars-17]

📸: chicagobulls

#soft soft soft #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #f1 #formula 1

[skoulsons]

anyway!! joel and ellie cuddling on the couch together!! a quilt over top of them as ellie fiddles with one of the corners!! joels arm around her shoulders or her hand in his!! little moments of teasing between them!! joel poking her side when she makes a stupid joke!! ellie falling asleep against him!! ellie transitioning to her head in his lap just like sarah did!! joel bringing the quilt up higher to cover her shoulders!! joel carries her to bed and kisses her head just like he’d do with sarah!! or they stay there the whole night and joel falls asleep with her asleep in his lap!!

#I know this is talked about a lot #and people write it all the time #but I just #love it #the images my brain puts together thinking about it all #soft soft soft #CRAIG AND NEIL 🫵🏻 #LET THEM CUDDLE 👺 #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #does anyone notice that every time I write them on the couch #they have a quilt #there’s always a quilt #I cant write them without a quilt #and I don’t know where it came from