Tumgik
zeb-z · 13 hours
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 Tumblr media Tumblr media
keeperschampion webweave for @leafatlaw for the @jrwi-art-exchange hope you like it this was super fun to make, might try to make some more after this :D
bizly on twitter // orpheus and eurydice - titian viveillo // parting song - jill alexander essbaum // stick season - noah kahan // blood in the bayou episode 3 // blood in the bayou trailer- cryingwyvern // kashmir - led zeppelin // alabama pines - jason isbell // house of leaves // the glass jar -reflectionshadow // connecticut winters - leewahaha // kissing lessons - lucy dacus // matrix - grace mcdonough // afraid of heights - boygenius
183 notes · View notes
zeb-z · 1 day
Text
everyday I pray Zillow makes a comment section
10K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media
you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
353 notes · View notes
zeb-z · 4 days
Text
vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.
29K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 4 days
Text
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 4 days
Text
I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way
19K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 5 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
They're my whole world as for now btw
598 notes · View notes
zeb-z · 5 days
Note
gimme #69 >:)
Send me a number 1-100 for a song and prompt!
It’s been a billion years - I give you qsmp star wars au <3
69 - Rivers and Roads - The Head And The Heart
Missa sits down at the side of the river, and considers the lightsaber in his hands.
The crystal inside hums, a frequency he thinks he can almost hear, a feeling in the back of his throat. Like Phil but a little to the left, familiar and comforting. Green like the crystal, like Phil’s energy, an inexplicable energy. It’s a feeling he can hardly understand, let alone describe - it just is.
It’s almost home. It’s almost the comfort of his sheets and the soft shine of the sun through parted curtains, it’s almost the scent of cooked greens and the earthiness of a fresh pot of tea. It’s almost the way Chayanne knocks his head against his side to show affection, and the way Tallulah shakes things to get their attention, and the way Phil smiles, all soft and content, when he thinks no one else is looking.
The river that runs alongside him murmurs, a soft rush of water that also reminds him of home. It runs over mossy rocks, laps softly at the green shores. The force tugs his consciousness a mile ahead where it’ll widen, and then drop off a cliff face in a waterfall. The wind blows along the top of the water, tugging at the ferns and ruffling the leaves. A mile ahead, there’s less trees to soften the breeze. A storm is brewing just off the cliffside, promising rain in less than an hour.
Missa takes a deep breath, recentering himself. He wonders how someone can feel so content and homesick all at once. A paradox of some sort, to feel the force fill him with such life out here, yet have such a gaping hole of what he misses eating at him.
The crystal changes its tune, like Phil but to the right this time, if that makes any sense at all. He presses his forehead against the durasteel hilt and closes his eyes, and hums to himself. He thinks very hard about the family he misses.
It’s almost home - and he thinks that what makes the longing that much worse.
(Across the galaxy, Phil wakes with his arm stretched over empty sheets, smelling petrichor and damp soil. There’s the fluttering of something - something, dancing to the tune of a song so familiar, weaving between his ribs and wrapping around his heart. Glimpses of green, a rushing river, a familiar voice singing without an instrument to accompany it. Something that’s almost home.
He opens his eyes, and the feeling is gone.)
0 notes
zeb-z · 5 days
Text
Tumblr media
give that girl a grilled cheese
30K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 10 days
Text
Tumblr media
144K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 11 days
Text
Tumblr media
Echo putting the bad in Bad Bitch with this move
4K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 13 days
Text
oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you
60K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 13 days
Text
She took the pages.
32K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 16 days
Text
Tumblr media
I need this hiatus over stat I’m having Caspian withdrawals
49 notes · View notes
zeb-z · 17 days
Text
Tumblr media
mfw I sacrifice my vision for knowledge of power. surely this isn’t a metaphor for anything
29 notes · View notes
zeb-z · 2 months
Text
Raise your hand if you have also been personally victimized by the barometric pressure changes 🥲
12K notes · View notes
zeb-z · 2 months
Text
nothing brings me more joy than critically engaging with media that was clearly not designed with critical engagement in mind. it’s the media studies equivalent of like, idk, trying to skateboard up a flight of stairs.
67K notes · View notes