I Love Selkies, That’s One Of My Family Nicknames Cause I Love The Water So Much.

How have I not seen this before?! It’s awesome

Today’s problem

what do chairs for dragons look like.

I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

Nico being happy is just so wonderful! It’s like my baby you are alright now go spread your wings and be gay somewhere.

Solangelo is good for the soul,, happy pride month i love all yall fellow lgbters

He is very relatable, a great model for today’s youth!

Kai: [shining a flashlight under the bed]

Kai: Vale, are you ready to come out and interact with people yet?

Vale: [demonic screeching]

Kai: Understandable. Have a good day

Yeah, I reckon the dragons are pretty chill about stuff like that. But li Ming and Ao shun are forever.

Li Ming x Ao Shun with 66? Because like you I also cant stop thinking about them.

“Do not tickle me.” Ao Shun sleepily muttered into his pillow (black silk, obviously). Li Ming stretched and groaned and curled up against his side, reaching for him again and sliding his fingers over Ao Shun’s back to wrap an arm loosely around his hips, pressing his face to the dark hair spilling across the covers.

“That wasn’t the intention.” Li Ming replied, nestling against him, eyes barely half open, intending on allowing himself to slip back to sleep for half an hour more if he could. Maybe an hour, there was nothing too pressing to deal with, and he’d showered before going to bed.

He’d returned late, had a long and very hot shower to work out the aches of travelling, and crawled into the bed that Ao Shun was already occupying, reading underneath the light of a solitary lamp.

He’d been too tired for much more than crawling under the covers on the other side of the bed, his side of the bed if they were in the same world (he always slept closest to the door, a constant protector, even at night), and had been asleep before Ao Shun had even wished him goodnight, or hello for that matter.

“Good morning.” Ao Shun said, now that he was a little more awake, he rubbed sleep out of his eyes and shifted to hold Li Ming and he kissed the top of his hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in weeks.” It was always the same response. He always slept better when he knew that his partner was less than an arms reach away.

The finest beds, thick and plush mattresses of feathers, large enough to fit a half dozen people in it and probably a few pets as well, and they always ended up pressed against each other. Curled around one another, bodies touching, even when it was a hot night, they still would sleep close, fingers brushing when the heat became too much to tolerate. Li Ming may run cold, but Ao Shun ran hot and it quickly became uncomfortable for Li Ming to be wrapped up in what felt like a furnace to him.

Ao Shun smiled. “Good, you were exhausted last night, you work too hard mon etoile.” Li Ming tilted his face up to smile at him with sleep hazed eyes. “Oh… you forgot to wash your eyeliner off. Hold still, I need a picture of this.” Li Ming huffed and rolled away from him, pulling the covers up over his head.

“I am going back to sleep.”

“Lí…” Ao Shun softly said. “My raccoon.” Li Ming sat up and glared at him.

“We are not making this a thing.” He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his dressing gown as he got up and padded toward the bathroom on warmed tile floors. “I am not a raccoon, I was just tired.”

“I know you were, love. Come back to bed and there will be no more mention of your resemblance to adorable little creatures.”

“I am taller than you.”

“Barely-there-resemblance. Come back to bed, please.” Li Ming sighed.

“Just because you asked me nicely.” 

Lí means raccoon, which is exactly what I needed to find out today and made me do the happy hand flappies

Lmao relatable.

i love how people who are into british aisles folklore vs. people who are into the modern edgy faerie movement sound like cat people vs. dog people like

me: *mentions faeries* someone reblogging my post: um even THINKING about faeries, ESPECIALLY IRISH FAERIES, is to flirt with a fate worse than death. your blood will drip form their sharp teeth. their sharp, sharp, pointy, sharp teeth. this isn’t tinker bell you’re dealing with. me: ….ANYWAY, this is my brounie his name is ferd and he unclogs my shower drain

Not a pro, but what else can I say? I HAD TO DRAW THIS AMAZING TRIO

Wow, that’s gut-wrenching. This is Evangeline, right? I’m really enjoying all the little titbits of your ocs that we’re getting, can’t wait to read the actual story.

Stay was always the hardest word.

No one had ever stayed.

Her mother dead for going on twenty years.

Her father ignoring her for work.

Lovers who left and friends who died.

None of them ever stayed when she asked, when she begged in sheer desperation, willing them to stop leaving. To stop breaking her heart.

But it never worked.

Stay was the hardest word.

It was a broken promise or a hollow platitude that they didn’t really care for.

No one had ever stayed until she had stopped asked and stopped hopping.

Klaus didn’t understand the way that her voice cracked as she whispered “Don’t leave yet.” He didn’t understand her inability to look him in the eyes or why she thickly swallowed a sudden lump in her throat, feeling naustead as anxiety welled up, preparing for him to walk away.

“Of course I’ll stay.” He said softly. “Why don’t you show me around your kitchen and I will make both of us a cup of tea, I think that you need it.”

Irene doesn’t know how good she’s got it, that sounds epic!

Irene: Guns can kill. Knives can kill. [Holds up Kai] Even pets, launched at a great speed, could kill

Vale: nO-