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Boys I’ve met
These are the boys I’ve met so far during my life colour coded into descriptions. People can be a mix of colours but these are genuinely my thoughts on real people. I wonder if you can relate.
- There are what I call the golden boys. They are the charmers who could insult you without you even knowing. They are the ones who do questionable things behind school buildings that everyone knows about but they never get in trouble. They are the social butterflies that never belong to one group. They are the perfect mixture of danger and excitement that leave you feeling giddy. Them with their silver tongues that entrap you to do bed things. They are a enticing storm.
- Then there are the red boys. Whilst not necessarily arty or eye catching, they are the boys who worm their way into situations without any knowledge how. They are the boys whose names are often followed by an exclamation mark. They are the cause of numerous anecdotes and laugh out loud memories. These are the boys who can always make you laugh and are the cause of any wild and stupid decisions. With their colourful characters and addicting eyes. They are a drug.
- The blue boys don’t have to be musical or arty. They are the ones with the bruises and bony fingers. They are silent, with hair perfect for running your hands through. They are in the background in a muted sense, clothed stylishly but subtly in attractive colours. They are the ones who take time in their apperence but still do not aim for the spotlight. They are slightly mysterious but nether the less eye catching in a unexplainable way. They are reassuringly warm.
- The green boys are all smiles. Whilst they are often more sporty, they are the ones with sun touched skin and bright eyes. They are the ones with easy going friends and are often found amongst their own kind. They are the ones who get easily excited about small things and are often seen smiling. They are often surprisingly intuitive and can read others like books, knowing much more than you know. They are deceptive.
- The yellow boys often lack a filter. They are the ones who just don’t seem to know when to be quiet. They are easy entertainment on grey days. Often triggering rolled eyes or brief expressions of resignation. But they are also incessantly loyal, always there with a attempt of a smile when your feeling down. They are the ones who give hugs like gifts and always try their best. Out of all, they are the ones who make the best friends.
- The grey boys are slow. They are easy going, following the flow. They are the ones who prefer to to do nothing. They are easily influenced and normally become the worst. They are like unpainted canvases and become easily addicted. They are the ones you feel sorry for. The ones who could always do better.
- The purple boys are bubbly. They are the ones no one can bare to hurt. They are like royalty, revered and genuinely liked by everyone. They are sociable and kind, nice to everyone and almost unrealistic. They are understanding and compassionate, always reassuring. But they are also ruthless, taking down enemies quickly and without mercy either by the self or through the use of their multiple friends. It is often unclear wether they are protected or feared. But these are the boys no one would cross.
- The white boys are focused. These boys are often the hardest to read. They are the ones who seem introverted. Usually creative, they have a certain passion, something which makes their head spin. Almost like addicts in a way, they relay on their passion to keep them going through the day. They may seem either cold or rude, but they are often unconcerned with society, preferring to focus solely on their passion. Once befriended, they can seem odd but will constantly amaze you as you slowly unravel their personality bit by bit. They are the most intriguing.
- The navy boys are logical. They are complex like a storm, finding passion in complex tasks and academic work. Often witty, they have a clever sense of humour that most people would not get. They are also the most loyal, following orders and staying true to their morals. This can make them extremely stubborn and headstrong, believing themselves to be smarter which can make them either arrogant or cold. They are the ones who are smarter.
🌺✨Steph Curry beauty appreciation post ✨🌺
I mean LOOK. AT. MY. MAN
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Beautiful boy💘
With thick thighs 🍑
I've never draw irl before..
So I just wanted to try draw and that's what happened °~°
This is my the third art work (another one looks so trash ;-;)
I'm so shy posting this >~<
Momento para apreciar a este hombre 🛐
(Cualquier momento es perfecto para apreciar a este hombre)
Another Ref comm for the nice @koleyorke thank you so much! It was fun drawing your beard.
Glen Powell is my dream husband.🥰🥰🥰 I feel like the most attractive part of a boy would be the hair for me. I don’t know if it’s the indigenous in me, but if a guy has a full head of beautiful, shiny hair, I’m attracted to that.
A pic of Glen Powell for reference.
reblog if you think boys are cute
This includes any boy, if they are boy, they count as boy.
Please reblog what one part of boys make them cute too, i need to do something please
definitely don't reblog this if you hate sweet, fuckable guys
i sure hope all the gross older perverted guys don't find me in my dm's and anons, take advantage of my strong libido and blazed brain and sext me
you can see where i got sunburnt a bit at pride last time.
but were you really thinking of that?
(do not reblog to ED/thinspo; only 18+ and LGBTQ+/allies)
he/him
I know I haven’t posted in a little while, life can get in the way! Things are going good, and I was feeling confident enough to show off some new leggings!
Love the camo! 🤤
Rewatching Phoenix Drop High S2 in all this spare time :p
Decided to do some cute boy doodles!
Aarmau for life
some more mother Emily stuff please
Maybe y/n is slightly ill
Emily comes home from being on a two week long case and sees them falling asleep while folding laundry and taking care of child so Emily decides to take child out to the park or something while y/n get some well needed to rest
Comes back home take care of all the chores puts child to bed
Cuddle up with y/n
Fluffy dovey lovey stuff
Enjoy!
When You Get Home
- - -
The door creaked open just after 5, Emily stepping over the threshold with her go-bag slung over her shoulder. Her suit jacket was folded over her arm, her hair back, and exhaustion clinging to her skin.
Two weeks on a joint task force out of state, too long without her partner, too long without her boys. She shut the door softly, locking it behind her.
The living room was dimly lit by soft afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, there was the faint scent of laundry detergent in the air.
The TV played low in the background, something animated. She heard soft giggles. Then…
“Mommy!”
“Mommy!”
Twin tornadoes of joy hurtled toward her. Alec and Theo, four years old and chaos personified, each with mismatched socks and superhero t-shirts, collided with her legs and arms in a tackle hug.
Emily bent immediately, her bag falling forgotten to the floor as she knelt and wrapped them up tight. “My boys,” she whispered, kissing their cheeks one after the other.
“I missed you both so much!”
A rustle caught her attention from the couch. Emily’s head turned, and her heart dropped. Y/N Y/L/N, her partner, her best friend, the love of her life, was curled awkwardly at the end of the couch.
A mountain of clothes needing to be folded, their hands sluggish and trembling, their cheeks were flushed with fever, strands of hair stuck to their temple.
They blinked heavily, as though it took effort to stay awake. There were tissues on the coffee table, and a half-drunk mug of tea forgotten beside them.
Y/N smiled weakly, “I… hi, baby,” they rasped. “I was trying to clean up. The boys were running circles all day, and laundry kept piling up…”
Emily crossed the room in seconds. She knelt next to her partner, brushing the damp hair from Y/N’s forehead. “You’re sick, love,” she said gently, “Why didn’t you call your mom to help?”
Y/N gave her a sheepish shrug, “Didn’t wanna bother her. You were gone. I thought I could manage. I’m okay, just… just tired.”
Emily pressed a kiss to their forehead, already feeling the heat radiating from their skin. “Y/N. You are allowed to rest. Let me take over now, okay?”
“But the laundry-”
“I’ve got it,” Emily promised, “All of it. Right now, you’re going to bed.” Y/N blinked hard, lips trembling like she might argue, but Emily was already helping her stand.
Y/N leaned into her with a sigh, whispering a soft, tiny, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Emily murmured, wrapping her arm around them, “You’ve done everything… let me do the rest.”
Once Y/N was tucked beneath the blankets, humidifier humming, fever medicine given and a cool cloth set on her forehead, Emily turned back to the living room where the twins were currently scaling the couch like a mountain.
“Boys,” she called gently, “how about we go on an adventure?” Both heads whipped toward her. “A park adventure?!” Theo asked, his eyes wide.
“Maybe even… ice cream?” Emily grinned, her smile ear to ear. Alex gasped, “Mommy, you just got home! We can really go?”
“We really can. But only if you help me put on your shoes.”
- - -
Within minutes, Emily was carrying a small backpack with snacks, wipes, and water bottles, her old BAU instincts turning domestic.
The twins were bundled in light jackets, and they set off, hand on hand toward the neighbourhood park.
They laughed on the swings, raced across the grass and climbed the jungle gym while Emily stood beneath it like a bodyguard.
“Good job!” and “Feet first, Theo!” would scream every few minutes as she watched them with a smile.
Afterward, when the boys were tired, they sat in the sun, each of them holding a single scoop of chocolate in a cup. Emily wiped their sticky faces and kissed their heads, her heart aching in the best way.
On the walk home, both Alex and Theo started yawning, leading Emily to carrying both on either arm for the last block.
- - -
Once home, Emily gave the twins a bath, using the bubble soap Y/N always bought because it, “smelled like calm.” They splashed, argued about toys, and asked if Y/N was okay.
“They’re resting…” Emily told them, towelling them dry. “And they’ll feel better soon. But they miss you both very much!”
Theo pressed his hand to his heart, “I miss Mama too.” Emily tucked them into their twin beds, kissed their cheeks and read two short books before they drifted off.
Then… laundry. She returned to the pile on the couch, folding small shirts, unmatched socks and tiny pants while a crime documentary played quietly in the background.
It was oddly meditative.
Kitchen next. Dishes were stacked, counters wiped, bottles cleaned and put away. By the time she turned off the last light, the house had gone still.
Emily padded into their bedroom, stripping down to an old t-shirt before crawling into bed beside Y/N. Y/N stirred with a soft breath, “You did everything… didn’t you?”
Emily slid an arm around them, pulling them close, “Just catching up.” Y/N burrowed into Emily’s chest, legs tangling with hers. “Fever still here,” they murmured.
“I know,” Emily whispered, kissing their damp temple, “I’ll be here all night. Holding you through every degree of it… right here…” Y/N sighed as Emily shifted to make sure they were comfortable.
“I missed you,” Y/N said softly. “I missed you too,” Emily returned.
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