#they’re sweet

[astagsart]

i like when they’re happy

#trina is taller than that i swear she’s just being dipped #they’re sweet #falsettos #falsettos fanart #the marvin trilogy #trina falsettos #trina weisenbachfeld #mendel falsettos #mendel weisenbachfeld #trindel

[lankayu]

sanuso worms in my brainnnn😵‍💫 welcome to sanji’s struggle of being in love for the first time and not quite knowing how to go about confessions

i am a firm believer of sanji being in denial from little garden to water 7. after usopp returns to the crew, sanji finally comes to terms with his feelings for usopp as that gaping hole in his chest is filled by his presence — and following the acceptance comes the unbearable tension when he’s around the sniper. nothing has changed between them; sanji still respects usopp as the brave talented sniper he is…in fact, they’re even closer after the battle at enies lobby. sanji argued that it made the matter of his intensifying crush worse. but of course, the awkwardness was all in his head and it was his fault he couldn’t act normal around usopp or talk like they used to

but he misses talking to him. he couldn’t stand the thought of usopp permanently leaving the crew and never getting the chance to see him again. and now usopp is here, sailing alongside them, as things should be. he misses him so much so pulls himself out of his head and musters the courage to make a decision; he’ll tell usopp how he feels. it’ll fix whatever’s going on with him hopefully, because he’s been swatting these thoughts away like flies for months now but he can’t deny any longer how much more than a friend he wants to be to the sharpshooter. the only problem is that he can’t quite figure out how to tell him

sanji remembers that sunset at water 7, that bridge, where he had overheard usopp rehearsing stupid scenarios to get the straw hats to take him back (he still cant quite place why he had stuck around to listen to the idiotic display) and it gives him an idea. next thing he knows he finds himself pacing back and forth in the kitchen, rehearsing different scenarios of “the big moment.” he doesn’t want to come off as a sap, but he also doesn’t want to play it casual because he needs it to be special. this could either completely ruin them or complete them and sanji couldn’t fuck it up

after writing out a declaration of love on a piece of paper and practicing said declaration out loud and probably getting walked in on a few times by the sunny’s local food thief (luffy) he decides this rehearsing stuff is stupid and usopp is an idiot for doing silly stuff like this and why the hell did he even try something so ridiculous and fuck it all, he was just going to wait until the right moment because that’s maybe the most romantic way to go about it (even if it means this’ll take 5 more months)

there’d definitely be multiple instances where sanji has the perfect opportunity and tries to tell usopp before immediately backing out, muttering serious “it’s nothing” “nevermind” ‘s and whatnot, leaving usopp dumbfounded everytime. but he already sorta knows (more so just has his suspicions and mutual feelings to return) so he decides he’ll let the cook figure things out on his own until he’s ready. because knowing sanji, he’s probably going through an identity crisis because of him…usopp does feel the slightest bit bad that someone like him has put sanji in such a dilemma

I think the moment that the confession leaves sanji’s mouth would be the most inconvenient moment possible. possibly…. in the middle of battle, when they’re both pumping with adrenaline. possibly when usopp snipes an enemy that was just about to slice a distracted sanji in half — and the cook is so pathetically head over heels at this point, his bottled up love and the overwhelming feeling of admiration in his chest overflowing all at once, he just outright blurts out “i love you” when usopp asks if he’s okay and he doesn’t even realize what’s been said and done until usopp is cheekily smiling at him, saying something along the lines of “i know”

sanji doesn’t even get a chance to process what just happened in the span of 10 seconds before he’s forced back into battle, another wave of opponents storming the battlefield. he’ll have to deal with it later

#sanuso #sanji you know how usopp’s rehearsing ended why did you even..?? #sanuso soulmatism they both end up saying their true feelings in the heat of the moment #they’re sweet #usosan #one piece #and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you

[placetneplacet]

I realized I didn’t see my fav dads when the Thai Pride posts were going around.

#PorcheArm #they’re sweet #I want them in a dozen more bls

[jimmypesto]

constantly thinking about this

#they’re sweet #bobs burgers

[latibvles]

Hiya friend, a big happy fic birthday to you and thank you for this lovely ask meme! For the One Year Inbox Game, I'd love to introduce Jo Brandt. A keen observer with a sharp and thoughtful voice, she heads overseas to cover the war in Europe as a correspondent for a Philadelphia newspaper. Her preference for blending in and letting her subjects lead the story tends to blur into her personal life, at least when we meet her. She grew up with very little, as did her friends, is deeply caring, a terrible liar, and hasn't gotten a good night's sleep since 1937. Her story is in progress, but snippets can be found on @shoshiwrites.

For those of you unaware, I opened up this inbox game in September to celebrate one year of writing my longfic. While I am not taking anymore submissions, one of the submissions in my inbox will be posted every week at 12pm EST! I hope you enjoy reading about all these lovely characters I'm being allowed to play with.

JO!!! JO!!!!! I have a big fat girl crush on her guys, just so we're all clear. Anyways, you can check out more of her here as mentioned by shoshi herself. Now, let me be selfish here for a little while and toss her in the ring with Miss Daisy herself. Because there's something really important about Daisy, who thinks she went by unnoticed, and Jo, with an eye for things. Have some postwar sweetness with the girls, with Daisy quickly learning she's not the only one who remembers:

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There’s no reason for her to be nervous. Seriously, there’s absolutely no reason. In fact, Ron teased her days prior about it because it was so incredulous. But here she was, nervous, sitting in a coffee shop and warming her hands and staring out the window.

Get a grip, is her sentence of choice when scolding herself internally, it’s Jo, for Christ’s sake.

Okay, so maybe it’s not about the Jo of it but rather the fact that this could go one of two ways — the reopening of old stitches or a trip down memory lane. And either one kind of terrified her, even if it was for a good cause. She’d felt elated on the phone, talking to her, and now that was wearing off and the weight of what she’s doing is settling on her shoulders again.

But someone has to remember everything and she doesn’t mind being that person. She doesn’t mind answering the questions, or trying to write it down so all those women don’t just fall to the wayside. And she knew that Jo had a good pair of eyes. A great pair, even — seeing things that no one else manages to catch and well, hadn’t that been the whole of Daisy’s war? The unseen part, the bloody bandages changed out of frame. Sure, some of them were pretty enough for magazine covers, but it wasn’t like any of them really wanted to talk about what happened after the shot anymore.

They could be forgotten, and there’s a part of Daisy that just can’t let that happen. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right and if the war left her with anyone, at least it imbued her with a sense of urgency at times like this.

Speaking of eyes, her own snap up to meet familiar warm brown irises when the little bell rings and the woman herself walks through the door in a brown houndstooth coat and a folder tucked under one arm like precious cargo. The nerves that were certain to swallow her whole are almost soothed by the fact that it’s Jo, and Jo knows why it matters, and they’re going to bump shoulders the whole trip down memory lane.

It could be terrifying, but it doesn’t have to be.

Impulsively, and maybe just slightly imbued by the sight of her, Daisy straightens up with a smile.

“That’s the jacket!” serves as her hello, and Jo returns the smile.

“You remember that?” she asks, almost rhetorically. There was a story there, about a houndstooth jacket, and about Jo’s skill with a needle — because sometimes normalcy came in the form of talking about the mismatched buttons and stray threads of patches on a uniform coat. 

“Of course I do,” The reply comes out just as easily as her first statement as Jo takes the seat across from her, file placed between them like a spirit board at a children’s slumber party. “Thanks for this, by the way.” Jo gives her a knowing look, a smile that edges on a tease with how it tugs at her lips.

“Third time you’ve thanked me, Clarke.”

“And there’ll be a fourth time too, knowing me,” She doesn’t protest, but she does go to open up the folder, pulling out pictures and spreading them out between them. Daisy can feel a sharp tug at her chest at the sight. She recognizes the faces spread out before her — Ginny sandwiched between two familiar officers, looking every bit like Madame President, even on the side of that beaten dirt path in the Netherlands. Another of Patty with a bright grin, her hand merely a suggestive blur as a result of her reflexive wave. There’s Rita who’s face is contorted in what has to be a scold for the man in front of her.

There’s one of Joe and Daisy herself, where she’s in the midst of messing with his bandages. The fact that they’re pulling the same grumpy face, no doubt sick of the former getting pelted by anything and everything, makes her laugh a little as she points to it, and Jo laughs too.

And then there’s one, so familiar it’s like she’s there. Spina, Roe, herself, and Laura all sat in a circle in Mourmelon, cards between them, cigarette hanging from Eugene’s lips and furling up and into the air. She can still imagine the bite of November cold, and the way Laura’s eyes lit up when she won twice in a row. A lump forms in her throat that she has to swallow.

“Didn’t think anyone noticed all this,” Daisy breathes out, feeling honest and raw but not terrified of the fact. Jo gives her one of those quiet, meaningful looks of hers.

“I did.”

#. sbt’s one year #. daisy clarke #poet’s notepad #a bit shorter but I like them #they’re sweet #and uh . reading about all the nurses who didn’t talk about Their War made me think heavily about this

[mipexch]

we play around

#deltarune #spamvil #spamton #jevil #they’re sweet #my heart throbs at losers loving one another

[thearksystem]

Hermes wished us a happy birthday. Thanks Hermes.

#the Greek gods still hang around us even if we don’t work with them any more #they’re sweet #anonymous sysmate

[sparkles-and-trash]

my friend’s husband calling her at 2 am because he woke up and she wasn’t there, and now he’s very confused and scared because she. isn’t. there!!

#where wife??? #WHERE WIFE???? #i love them #he’s one of my good friend now so #but yeah #they’re sweet #irl tag #personal #rambles

[simplydm]

xB and keralis are so fun together like Keralis wanted to play the gigapie game with xB just so xB would win and xB is helping him cheat to find all the boxes

#they’re sweet

[faergoddess]

sorry it’s so adorable to me that they love being held so much. they’ll just flop down on my chest and practically melt into a puddle. it’s the cutest thing ever

#like when you go to their shows #you see them screaming into the mic #pouring their soul into their music #they’re frowning and shredding on their guitar #but then when i’m in bed with them they’re like heehee comfy :3 #they’re so sweet #they’re so gentle and quiet #it’s sweet #they’re sweet

[littlegreenfag]

two cats named spain and portugal came to the shelter today and i immediately knew what i had to do

#adina's originals #creatures and critters #yeah there was this woman who had like sixteen cats and she died #and now all her cats came here #and they’re all super sweet and sociable #but they’re ALL named after countries

[anothersuperstition]

my chemical romance albums but make them (a24(ish)) film posters

#just for funsies….. #well they’re SUPPOSED to be a24 type posters bc i think they’re always neat but if they miss the mark who gives a fuck #i missed doing like strictly graphics based work instead of always cramming illustration in somewhere #also losing my job means i have a Lot of free time in the evenings after freelance and i am so bored all the time #anyways. #mcr #my chemical romance #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #three cheers for sweet revenge #the black parade #danger days #gerard way #frank iero #ray toro #mikey way #mine #arty art

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

okay but brucie wayne IS a single mom WHO DOES work two jobs who LOVES his kids and never stops!!! he has gentle hands AND a heart of a fighter!!! HE’S A SURVIVOR!!!

#dcu #batman #batfam #batfamily #bruce wayne #brucie wayne #HE HAS HIS MAMMAS WILLA NS GODS AMAZING GRACE #HEHEHEHE #uhh #superbat #just for fun #cuz they’re sweet

[paris-in-space]

I am so incredibly normal about them.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel good omens #beelzebub good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens fanart #I rewatched their scenes and aaaaaa they’re literally so sweet

[steelscorner]

These three are so important to me

#bg3 rolan #rolan #bg3 cal #bg3 lia #bg3 fanart #baldurs gate 3 #the tiefling siblings #reuniting them was one of the best side quests of the game #they love each other ur honor #even when they’re arguing #rolan’s relief that they escaped the cult is so sweet #my art

[taichea]

the tiniest of crumbs of postcanon (?) / college au for you (i still don’t know what it is)

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #goro akechi #ren amamiya #shuake #akeshu #🍅🍅🍅 #they’re so sweet it’s disgusting #i hate them