Tumgik
#I know I'll love it anyway
widgenstain · 8 months
Text
I have theatre tickets for tonight, but I'm so not motivated whatsoever. All I wanna do is sleep.
15 notes · View notes
tamorii · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
"Hey girlie! Wanna hear me play Wonderwall?"
4K notes · View notes
fruutes · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
maybe don't name ur plane-loving husband's daughter after a dead pilot...
Dude the way my jaw dropped. The gasp I gusp.
Tumblr media
Listen!! Listen. I thought it was SO clever ok!! It's dedicated to him and Emily!
Maybe it's a prophecy... love u Amelia it was nice knowing u.... or maybe I should just make her build a habit of refueling as often as possible...
2K notes · View notes
deeva-arud · 26 days
Text
So, about that one AU that's been marinating in my mind for years
Tumblr media Tumblr media
720 notes · View notes
yhwcomeback · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
"How did you even get in here" "Is that a rethorical question?" "Right you're a ninja, I forgot"
Headcanon that Brad has a flowershop in Dragon Rising and Lloyd drops by to get tea leaves every so often (no other reason in particular...)
2K notes · View notes
accirax · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
🌟🍬🤖🎈Congrats to Wonderlands x Showtime for finishing their 4x4!🌟🍬🤖🎈
515 notes · View notes
themisterhip · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
The sillys 🧛😝✨
2K notes · View notes
roberrtphilip · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Beauty and the Beast (1991) // Enchanted (2007)
774 notes · View notes
mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 2 : Favorite Episode : S02xE01 - Ouroboros
724 notes · View notes
ghouljams · 3 months
Note
fruit as a metaphor for love my beloved
It's delicate and must be handled carefully; yet it grows resilient and hardy, always tended to by those that know its worth. It's reached for with tender hands and parted lips, and soft appreciative sighs. It bursts on your tongue, sweet even when it's sour. It makes you want to dig your teeth into its tender flesh, to lick the juice that drips down your fingers, savored even when you don't have the time for it.
It's the off season and you crack open a can of peaches, pluck the fruit out of its sugary syrup with careful fingers. Ghost watches every swipe of your tongue as you lick the sugar off your lips. The offered can feels like a communion wafer (This is my body, sweet and dripping, open to you like my home, or perhaps my body will be your home, the bed on which you lay your head and cry for mercy) the syrup like wine. He takes it carefully, reverently, glances at you before using the same method of extraction. If you knew about the blood that stained his fingers would you still offer to eat from the same container, still smile when he pulls a slice of peach free?
Do you notice the taste when you pull another piece for yourself? Does it stink of iron? Of violence and warfare? Ghost knows every way to kill a man, every soft point, every calculation of every angle and tilt. Violence has never hurt like your laughter does. He's never felt his heart clench like this, has never felt his stomach knot so tight, has never feared what pain might mean like he does when you offer him half a peach from your own fingers. Honey drips from it like gold, communion from the hands of the divine, he couldn't say no even if he tried. (as if he could ever say no to you, deny you anything you asked for, didn't ask for, didn't know you needed)
The fruit breaks under his teeth, the juice of it drips down his chin, he only permits himself one taste of it. One small piece of salvation. You eat the other half without a care for the way his eyes lock on your fingers, his breath trapped in his throat. Can you feel the ghost of his lips on your fingers? Is that why you lick them clean? This is my body, he thinks reaching to brush some of the syrup off your lips, broken for you, his thumb swipes over the soft skin and you kiss it affectionately, do this in remembrance of me;
he kisses you.
564 notes · View notes
ruporas · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
studies from the finale
#nicholas d wolfwood#meryl stryfe#trigun#trigun stampede#honestly the grand highlight.#anyway i think i ... drained all my thoughts of ep12 on saturday. i was like... all day drawing stuff for that episode and then circling#those thoughts but mainly#im just excited for season 2. im so so excited for s2. AND IM EXCITED FOR.. all of the steady appearance of trimax stuff again#like when they recited quote to quote of vash and knives conversation when they were on their way up to space#the i'll keep running and after 150 years this is what you have to say godddddd#GODDDDDD i felt so much in that moment. GODDDDDDD#IM REALLY EXCITED... because i dont know what to necessarily expect from s2 too. there is a LOT of setup that happened in s1 and it#will fundamentally change how we view the characters and their relationships to one another i think? especially the main trio and#and and and and MILLLLYYYYYYYY GAHHHHHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR HER!!! MILLY!!!!!! we all knew she was coming back. it was only natural.#i really hope they keep as Much as they can from the original design. ESPECIALLY HER PERSONALITY. god. do not take away her personality. and#do not take away her bigness i will CRY. but overall im happy the og 4 are going to be back and theyll be closer than before bc of all they#experienced together.... and ahhhh everything with knives... vash and his eriks arc....#im rambling again but there's obviously a lot of hype there...eughh eughehu i love trigun so much i love love love love trigun#ruporas art
3K notes · View notes
lucky-fy · 13 days
Text
Tumblr media
For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)
I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).
The general pitch is as follows :
AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds one’s soul to a wolf’s, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to… everything.
In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.
They bond :)
370 notes · View notes
astrophilip · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
heartstopper 💗
412 notes · View notes
greywoe · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
Brienne said, "I remember a woman... she came from some place across the narrow sea. I could not even say what language she sang in, but her voice was as lovely as she was. She had eyes the color of plums and her waist was so tiny my father could put his hands around it. His hands were almost as big as mine." She closed her long, thick fingers, as if to hide them. "Did you sing for your father?" Catelyn asked. Brienne shook her head, staring down at her trencher as if to find some answer in the gravy. "For Lord Renly?" The girl reddened. "Never, I... his fool, he made cruel japes sometimes, and I..." "Some day you must sing for me."
451 notes · View notes
patrickztump · 4 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
patrick stump appreciation post: feat. pete – 13/∞
423 notes · View notes
ghostly-cabbage · 18 days
Text
We need to talk about the worst thing about making AUs....
The fact that then when you inevitably think about crossovers you don't want the crossover with the canon you want it with your specific AU. Your brain worms, your circus, but THEN WHAT?
Oh, yeah, to understand this crossover you need to go read this entirely different fic/series? Girl help 😭 you can't do that
258 notes · View notes