#[ oh would you look at that ]

[piowasthere]

it's october yk what that means

day 1 - Best Friend

me and my bestie cover each other's murders all the time, idk 'bout u

a little late but i found the list way too late yesterday lol

speaking of, here's the list we're using this year idk why i was surprised someone made one based entirely off of the dca but i did not expect it tbh

[plutonianplaything2]

bye i relate to penelope featherington in an awful way bc i also am the unnoticed hopeless romantic chubby girl and episode four of season three has me crying

[alasarys]

DR x LA

[pedgito]

Jamie Campbell Bower at SFM6 (People Convention)

[king-of-colors]

pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you pesters you

get bothered L

ly <3

oh dear, i've been pestered

annoying little shit <3 /aff

lyt

[incorrect-composer-quotes]

Beethoven: Punch me all you like, you can't unf•ck the Christmas Turkey

[arachn11da]

a little part of my sketches from today✨

[bliss-in-the-void]

Sometimes the signs of an unchecked mental illness is a 6.5 hour long specially curated SatoSugu Spotify playlist

[rottingrat-jpg]

Shitty christmas uppermoon doodles GO!!!!

[soupression]

👀

Well that was unexpected

AAAAAAAAUUUUUGHHHH

[leifygreeens]

that ask game— 24, 38, and 45? i feel like i should know 45 and i’m just blanking. anyway, i’m curious <3

Kinda surprised you sent in anything bc you basically know everything about me BUT

24. What have you learned about yourself?

🌱 I don't have a solid grasp of who I am, and the image of myself in my head is always changing, so sometimes I don't recognize my reflection in the mirror as me. It scared the shit out of me the first time it happened.

38. What's the meaning behind your URL?

🌱 hopefuloverfury was a URL auto-generated by tumblr, but I stuck with it because it's perfect for me. I'm a chronic pessimist and have been told all my life that I'm loud, aggressive, and angry, and it's something that I'm misunderstood for quite often. I'm actively trying to work past my pessimism, and I'm not aggressive, just passionate and possess exactly zero volume control. Hopefuloverfury fits with my wish to be optimistic, instead of constantly angry or afraid of where the world is heading.

45. Favorite tea?

🌱 Before I started dealing with my sensitivity to caffeine, black tea was my favorite. I used to take creamer with it, because I preferred it sweet, but now I'm too afraid to drink any tea at all, just in case my brain decides to have a meltdown and give me flashbacks.

[lmhf1]

late twenties | she/her | fangirl™ ₊˚⊹ you can call me val :)

‎✦  spn ✧  spn fics 

‎✧  formula 1 ✦  formula 1 fics 

✦  the boys  ✧  the boys fics

✦ fic recs

‎✧ writing tips

‎✦ on fandom

‎✧ on yearning

‎✦ etc

✧ grishaverse

✦ white collar

✧ hp: dramione harmione *fan content only because jkr is vile

sometimes i post/reblog things that present contradicting points. i enjoy discourse. it's not that serious ◡̈

[omegabenaeart]

I'm absolutely LIVING for this Bea & Charles Smith AU that you've created (with the lovely side of Arthur 🥰). Please... do you have any more headcanons you'd be willing to share for them? Especially as Bea gets older ♥️

WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!

I get to talk about her again :D

Accents🗣️

As Bea gets older and spends more time with her dads, she actually ends up with Arthur's accent

Guns🔫

After a few too many.....close calls...Charles and Arthur thought it'd be a good idea to teach Bea how to shoot when she was young.

Dogs🐕

If a dog is left unattended for too long, there's a chance that Bea will pick it up.

Charles AND Arthur have to convince her to let the dog go

Future Spouse?🤵👰

(this is old concept art)

(this is new concept art)

Yeah! I made the decision to give Bea a husband in the future. And while I haven't figured everything out for him yet, I do have some basic facts about him

His name is Laurence Peterson

He runs a general store somewhere in the way northern US or way southern Canada (this depends on if I want Charles, Arthur, and Bea to continue traveling or if I want them to settle)

He's just a big ball of joy. This made Arthur suspicious of him at first, but Bea's liking to him made him back down

Bea proposed to him. He was too nervous to make that move

[blank-house]

are there any specific questions about the characters that you're waiting for someone to ask? i know whenever i make my stories i have some absolutely random facts that i can't wait to bring up lol

Honestly? None lmao. And it's because a lot of the things I wanna talk about for the cast is heavily intertwined with their story, has a substantial reason behind it, or pertaining to something I've already outlined in future scenes.

Of course I wanna gush about it-- but for the sake of not giving everything away I keep my lips shut. In fact, when someone asks something because they've been too perceptive in the demo or too curious from the asks, I start to sweat a little because I definitely can't talk about it ahdlawkdha it does make my day though to see someone asking about it even if I have to pretend I never saw the ask hahhhh

Once more of the story is released I'll probably start dropping not-s-subtle hints about things I definitely wanna gush about. But for now-- I've got nothing I want to immediately share lmao

[astrxinze]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒘.

crumbs level: my two favourite characters sharing a minute and a half of screen time.

[astrxlfinale]

“where do you think you’re going?” mali’s voice rang out like a sweetened symphony as it remained barely above a whisper. one of her hands quickly grabbing hold upon the trailblazer’s tie as she tugged him closer, back within a vicinity that allowed her to touch him properly. it had been so unfair . . . total equilibrium meant for balance & regarding each person with an apathetic equalness. but caelus somehow made her feel possessive in a way that she has thought to be long forgotten. “stay a little longer . . .” she trails off in yet another lingering whisper. crimson gaze getting lost within those molten pools of gold as leaned in; the distance between them getting ever so small as her painted lips pressed gently against those of his.

though, with every passing moment would the fervor of her movements increas — desire being spoken into every way that her lips moved against that of his. own tongue swiping teasing lot against his bottom lip as she gently tugged at it with a tiny nip of her own. after a moment of shared passion would she break apart from the kiss with heavy pants spilling from her throat; a string of saliva connecting their lips before she sighed, eyes fluttering close. “do you enjoy seeing me worked up like this?” (from mali :3c)

"Gotta make sure that crowd is cleaned out." Call it the vigor of the fight, yet, his mind was momentarily blinded from the saccharine nature provoked in her tone.

Some of those Nightmares could still be prowling the darker corners. What follows is all it'd take to alter the course of their fates. To say that the get together was wild serves as an understatement. For that familiar grip upon his beloved bat reflects that he had some clean up to handle in the name of their good day. To think it'd be that brazen yellow cloth that served as their connection, snagging him and correcting his instinct's original course. Pivoting upon a heel, soon they'd be face to face, that bat of his diminishing in a small fountain of light as their proximity held close.

And once again he'd find himself speechless, lost to the charming light of Mali's eyes while a certain stir courses around them. Caelus could see an awakening before his very eyes, causing that breathing of his to hitch once she vocalized that very wish. Memories would dance, his body, all too adjusted in the language of pleasing her found itself making that reach, the fiery tiny of his eyes speaking it all as he'd step closer. That prior move of her's was similar to snapping a chain.

"Making my appetite look polite, Mali.."

His voice held nothing but approval.

Those gloved hands would settle along her forearms, smoothing up to her shoulders as he'd join in sacrificing that distance. Playing within her realm, the kiss holds light as he'd apply that pressure all the same, relief flooding through his veins in tune with a lively current of electricity. That once half-lidded gaze sweeps close as he'd cant his head, adjusting properly in order to fully embrace the delectably sanctity of the Emanator's lips. An appreciative groan rumbles within that clothed chest as he'd tug her closer.

A taste of her personalized flavor, the daring dance of tongue, it continued to stoke the embers into that insatiable flame that found itself empowering Caelus in this very moment. Soft smacks of their lips permeate the air, no shame made in how sloppy it'd soon sound as they played upon the precipice, civility eroding away in the name of that passion. He could only savor that delight in how firm her fingers locked to his clothing as they'd break, ensuring that the dreamy reality of Penacony was out sight.

No, it'd only be her. His vigil focus, the natural siren song that would always sweep him away. For an instant he can't help but get lost in her beauty.

The Trailblazer's shameless smirk would dawn at that mention. "Not only." He'd answer, drawing those hands further down, along the back curve of those hips and charting a course of firm brushing along her butt, those full thighs being his target as he'd seize them, hiking her body up onto a study table that lingers right behind her. It'd over the perfect grounds for his hips to slot between her legs, hiking up her dress while hesitation served as another sacrifice.

"I love making it worse." Once those gritted words were declared, he'd immediately abide by his infernal hunger as he'd capture her lips anew. Swallowing her heavenly sighs, he'd feast further upon this moment of passion as he keeps her body squeezed close, ensuring those curves would be squeezed close as solidified grip focuses on her thighs. Tempted as he is to plunge into her mouth, it'd be the soft buzz of that earlier bite that sparks creativity.

Briefly breaking, the trail he blazes would be reverence upon her skin, drawing those fiery plumes across the bottom of her jawline, drawing a path down to her neck and allows for those sharpened edges of his teeth to graze, intending to rile and rouse her senses as a call of her name would be another declaration. Mere milliseconds after would his lips latch to her neck, balancing pressure between suction and teeth as he'd hum against her skin, brazen fingertips gradually hiking up her dress even more as all other thoughts evaporated.

Making it a struggle for her legs to even walk was a dream to turn real.

@metrictita