bambi @sonderiings said, “  i  made  you  pancakes  to  cheer  you  up.  ”

he'd been fighting it since the first time she flashed that smile at him. innocence dripped from her. something protected bambi from all the evil and left her untainted. the last thing she needed was him, his demons, and his messed up sense of self deprecation.

at least, that's what hale kept telling himself until she smiled again.

truth be told, considering how many times bambi came in to grace the bar with her beaming presence, he was proud of how long he fought himself over the decision. this was one thing he didn't want to ruin; not her and not whatever ghost of a chance they had between them.

all it took was one particularly hard night on his heart to throw all that logic in the window. the ghosts were particularly thick that evening. maybe it was how fresh the anniversary was. maybe it was the argument he'd had with tatum on the phone. maybe it was the simple fact that he craved the closeness some of his patrons came in and enjoyed. simple love where it was hand holding and laughs. could he allow himself that? could he push his hatred aside long enough to sink into a partnership with someone?

hale didn't think so but he certainly wanted to.

bambi's voice caught him off guard. after a quick smoke outside her front door, hale couldn't tear himself away from where he'd been leaning against the wall. hard not to hale himself for giving in. of all the people that waltzed through that fucking bar he had to go for the one that had the potential to make him genuinely happy.

rather than swear at himself, amber eyes slowly drift up to the still steaming plate in her delicate hands. faint hints of vanilla wafted towards him with another smile illuminating a path between them.

" i'm okay, babe, " he lied as easily as he breathed. whether or not she believed him was a different story.

pushing off the wall, he closes the distance in several long steps. hale leans down far enough to kiss the top of bambi's head. " but i will never turn down pancakes. " another kiss to her cheek. " how are you feeling? sleep okay? "

› play it smooth … !

minki doesn't think his skills in singing are entirely hopeless, but minki would be the first to admit that he wasn't the absolute best. naturally, he sought help from people who truly knows what they're doing in the vocal aspect—one of them is ( @lgcjaekyung ), who had been a tremendous help. now, he's better, and it's because of people like her. it's only right that he returns the favour somehow.

plus, it had been jaekyung's birthday some time ago. that could be another excuse. although he's trying to be discreet, he can't tell if he's doing it right. after all, minki doesn't waste time in approaching the other after a busy day of training and practicing, gleaming with a smile. surely that isn't a suspicious greeting, right?

"hey, jaekyung," it's a normal greeting. like any other day. "if i have our schedules correct, you should be free now, right?"

honestly, minki thinks he's capable of putting up an act—but maybe not today. normally, he would be a lot more careful with how he carries himself. still, he can't come up with a decent excuse as to why he'd be asking for her time, unless it's to thank her for something.

Bring it |Ade + Open|

Hell was real. Nothing that Clara had told him or any other person on that damned island had prepared him for that. But then again, why was he so surprised when in the end.. he was an angel... and one of the few that truly knew that hell was real. And now he was feeling it over his skin and he was aware of one thing only: that he could go through it. He just wished he had some clothes on. At least some. Instead, the sweat drooled over his tattooed body very slowly, traveling over some of his already visible bruises as his blue eyes looked up, straight in the eyes of the observer in front of him. He swallowed hard, grasping the chains, lifting his chin, as he was taught: you never surrender to darkness, you never give up, not even when darkness is all around you. Not even when it seems anything is falling apart. He could only murmur few words, with a shivering voice: “Bring it on.”

@the-institute-starters​

"Darlin', im right here. Close your pretty eyes, my butterfly."

hi nova! can i request gifs for the moments imogen talks about her personal power manifestation timeline? c3e19 around 3h25 ish when she says she's had her dreams for ~10 years and c3e34 (3h09) when she says that her dreams started when she was 18. many thanks! :)

here it is!

♡ bella & ? : @mellowdisco​

  it  was  a  rare  thing  for  belle  to  get  drunk.  she  absolutely  hated  the  taste  of  alcohol  no  matter  how  much  she  convinced  herself  it  wasn't  bad.  so  when  she  wakes  up,  her  head  feeling  like  it's  going  to  explode  and  her  mouth  dryer  than  a  desert,  she's  already  regretting  everything.  she  tries  to  rack  her  brain  for  anything  embarrassing  she  might've  done  but  nothing  comes  to  mind  and  she  feels  like  she  can  relax.  and  she  does  going  back  to  settle  in  bed  until  her  phone  pings  with  a  message  popping  up.  the  message  has  her  heart  sinking  to  her  stomach  when  she  gets  a  message  not  from  one  but  two  people  asking  the  same  thing.

anonymous  1  +  2:  did  you  make  it  home  safely?  

the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???

Had a dream where Johnny from “The Devil Went Down To Georgia” came out as a trans woman and the response was so unanimously positive it reversed nearly all of the transphobic bills in the South. She played live in Georgia to an audience of about a third of the US.

Since there's people sharing their farmers, I'd like to talk about mine a bit if that's okay! ( !! mentions of drugs / addiction !! ) -🦭 (ps. ty for the last response, I feel ready for tomorrow's test lol)

his name is Danilo, I don't know if he could be considered a dark oc? since his story is pretty much troubled / addicted teen and then he grows to become a fully clean, healing adult after settling in the farm

I haven't really given much thought to canon x oc interactions, but what I have is that he's really kind and friendly to Linus since he was homeless for a while too.

I like to think that his first friend was Abigail, and when she tried to introduce him to Sebastian and Sam they thought that Danilo was way older, he's not actually, it's just that the consumption of substances made his skin look a bit unhealthy. the 4 of them do get along though.

Harvey is really important to him! as the town medic Danilo seeks him out to help with his process of going sober, when he has worse days and feels like relapsing he spends all day at the clinic, he feels safe, accepted and supported under Harvey's care.

Danilo feels sympathy for Shane, but he's not really comfortable around him, he reminds him too much of himself, gives him anguish and stuff. almost all their interactions include Danilo making subtle comments about Shane's problem with alcohol

my farmer is just a very self indulgent oc, really. something something character in bad situation actually getting help and fixing their life something something.

⚠️ Warning: mention of drugs:

Hey, I like your Farmer's story. I have to admit, Danilo and Julian are similar in some ways: two men who had a hard time growing up, albeit different situations. Also, I'm glad he's getting help from Harvey in his past addiction.

Do you think Danilo will be Julian's friend? Because Julian doesn't mind getting to know the new Farmer and treating him to tea and apple pie 😊

But anyway, thanks for sharing your Farmer, seal anon! 💖🫰

“you okay?”

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

Sami nearly jumped out of their skin when the other showed up behind them. A hand touched their chest, a breath blown from their lips. "Jeez, you scared me half to death," he chuckled, shaking his head. He swallowed hard, tugging idly at the sleeves of his oversized sweater. The air on the rooftop still smelled strongly of marijuana, the herbal stench leftover from the joint Sam had just finished smoking a little while before the other had shown up. It was a chilly night, but the sky was clear, which was nice.

"Um...Yeah, I guess so," he murmured finally. He swallowed hard, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his chin against them. "Well, no...Actually. Not- not- not really, but..." He shook his head. "I don't...I don't wanna burden you with that." They looked back at the other, a sad sort of smile playing on their lips. They pat the spot next to them on the roof.

"Come sit."

Who’s coming to the cookout?

@the-last-doppelganger | send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀

it wasn't easy to catch stefan of guard. supernatural abilities aside, he considered his ability to read other people and understand their needs one of his greatest skills. he was a people pleaser, especially when it came to elena gilbert. lately he'd found himself doing anything to get her to smile, to laugh, to look at him in that way that made him feel as though they could have something epic and normal. somewhere in all his overthinking, stefan missed the cue to take the next step with her-- at least he did until he found himself backed against a wall, her lips against his own in an unexpected kiss. " you..." he blinked as she pulled away, overwhelmed by both the sensation of having her body pressed against his own and the surprise of it all. a soft chuckle escaped him before his hands settled firmly against her hips, pulling her in close again for another kiss. lesson learned. " you are incredible. "

Quick reminder since apparently it bears reminding in both directions: if bigoted people, closed-minded people overall, or your own internalized insecurities misinterpret a queer person’s message in a way that hurts/endangers you, yeah, it sucks, but it’s not the fault of the queer person in question, nor should it be a reason for them to silence themselves. They’re probably as hurt/pissed as you are that someone misinterpreted and misused their message to do harm.

Of course sadly there’ll still be queer people that actually DO mean harm and dismissal to other queer people – I ain’t speaking for those and it’s not the best way to ensure their and others’ wellbeing imo. I’m just saying – not all people will be like that. That’s what I want to believe. So hopefully let’s not put everyone in the same bag, keep supporting each other, WHILE allowing each other to advocate for our own visibility, without having to self-erase or self-censor to accomodate to what haters might say.

It’ll be tougher this way, maybe, because humans seem to like to draw extreme conclusions very quick, but I don’t believe there’s any better way for us all to be alright and stay alright on the long run.

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(happy eclipse day yesterday🎆🎆🎆)

"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere

ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless