#[ qUIETLY.....HUMS ]

[erwinsvow]

you make a joke about not wanting to hurt your old man in bed one time to abbot and he will never let you live it down. takes it extremely personally and proceeds to fuck you into the mattress until you cry, but even then he won’t stop until you take the words back in between moans. he thought depriving you of your orgasm would be a funny way to make you sorry but then he changed his mind and decided on overstimulation instead. his favorite.

[infernal-selfships]

okay, but just imagine - f/o being vulnerable around you, sitting in your lap and lying their head on your shoulder with their nose against your neck, melting under your touch as you brush your hand through their hair

p.roship/c.omship dni and plz don't steal this

[angryducktimemachine]

Doctor mandated nap on the couch aka nobody can tell me this wasn't how Holmes was spending his time between murder 1 and murder 2 in Devil's Foot in the Radio Adaptation... I really like how they made it clear that Holmes is sick/recovering from a sickness despite all his running around trying to solve mysteries.

[ID: a pencil sketch of Sherlock Holmes laying on a sofa wrapped in a blanket and dozing off. /End ID]

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

The Curtis brothers all mindlessly do something when they’re bored. Soda will mindlessly fidget with something, usually it’s his hands tapping or his leg bouncing, but sometimes he’ll grab one of the gang’s hand and he’ll just start messing with it too. Pony will mindlessly doodle, sometimes it’s on the corner of his homework, sometimes it’s Johnny’s arm, sometimes it’s in his sketchbook. Darrel will mindlessly hum. He used to do it a lot more, like when he and Paul stayed over at each others houses, Darrel would hum them to sleep, or sometimes he does it when he’s roofing, or even when he’s simply making dinner.

[binah-beloved]

could you please write something about y/n hugging onto Binah while she's working like how a koala hugs onto a tree 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

👉👈

(i have no project moon experience I just think the lady is pwetty 🥺)

it's a method of comfort for both of you. at the end of the day, when everything is over. you seek her out quietly at her desk while the rest of your coworkers file back to their quarters. Binah doesn't even look up. she knows it's you. she simply shifts, opening one of her arms so you can slot yourself right against her side. you fit perfectly. as always. now she turns away from her work, setting her pen down in favor of wrapping you into a firm embrace, silently inviting you to cling to her in the way you always do. you press yourself close, head against her shoulder and arms around her waist as Binah's fingers massage your back and spine. it's her way of saying she's hear without words. neither of you want to speak after such a long day

you shift, slightly, and her grip tightens

Binah draws back to look you in the eyes, deep gems of onyx and midnight. she never has ink stains on her fingers, somehow, even with all she does. you just hug her again, snuggling comfortably as she tucks her thick cloak over your shoulders. it'd be a bit cumbersome to write while you're in her lap. cumbersome to anyone but Binah. she's grown used to having you here- cherishes it. you pressed against her, perfectly molding to fit against her body. occasionally she tilts her head, pressing a kiss here and there against your face. over your forehead, cheeks, the tip of your nose. she never picks the same place twice, listening to your soft laughter as you squeeze her lightly and bury your head against the collar of her coat

and for a moment Binah feels safe, even in this dread facility of bright lights and decay

[karlachismylife]

Just finished re-watching Help! (The Beatles movie) as my birthday tradition (it's either the Yellow Submarine animated film or Help! every year since literal childhood even though I didn't understand anything they said at the time) and now I'm thinking that Ghost might actually like it a lot and find fucking hilarious. Like, sure, it's not the darkest shade of humor like he usually prefers, but it's the most absurd, silly and punny thing where every line is treated with the most seriousness (aka the best kind of humor imo lol).

It might be his mum's influence. She had good taste in music, maybe Beatles weren't her first choice, but I bet they had at least one vinyl. I bet Simon prefers them to many other things. I bet he takes the piss out of Johnny's music taste and has him over to watch Help! to teach this scottish mutt what real culture is. Even if they are goddamn Liverpool golden boys, Simon's Manchester pride can survive this.

Especially when Soap's sprawled right next to him on the couch, thighs spread, knee jiggling and laughter booming at every deadpan delivery of a silly (and yet clever) joke.

Hell, if Johnny's not in a hurry, maybe they can watch A Hard Day's Night too?

[mostlyghostlyy]

haven't seen anyone mention this but uh nic cage's performance of "love me" in wild at heart... perf for young kobble vibes 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Oh God, yes. I absolutely love that movie, and I lose my shit whenever Cage does a southern accent.

Dale would 100% have a song meant only for his future partner. Whether it's a song he wrote specifically or an existing song that he has an emotional attachment to. I think he would think about it for great lengths of time, probably for as long as he's been alive, so he probably knows every word by heart. Just itching to sing it to someone who cares.

He'd tell you pretty early on that he's looking for "the one" to serenade and that he wouldn't even utter a single lyric to anyone else. He would monolog at great lengths that he's waiting for the right time. He needs to feel like a genuine connection, to even consider it.

But be so fr, the moment you reciprocate any kind of affection towards him or just the tiniest hint of a smile, he's belting out the lyrics.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

consider: post-portal ford quietly sings songs while he’s doing work, looking for stuff, doing chores around the ship, etc. etc.

only catch is that he’s bad at remembering lyrics so stan will walk in on him going ‘…ymca, buh duh buh duh buh duh duh ymca-a, mnhna buduh buh buh, buduh duh buh duh duh, nanananana buh buh buh, it’s fun to stay at the-’

[wytch-of-the-void]

he only loves me when there's a means he means to end oh, I miss when we first met he didn't know me yet so take me out, baby makes no difference where we'll be

jobless monday - mitski

[skysmadness]

since the pjo tv-show adds random stuff i humbly request them to have a scene where they have to go to the apollo cabin and they're blasting one direction songs

[ccaptain]

H:SR Kaeya has to find little joys in an otherwise melancholic life, and his main method to do that is singing.

Kaeya sings often: he sings quietly to soothe himself in situations of extreme stress, almost unconsciously. He sings while cooking breakfast, lunch or dinner, he sings while doing the dishes, he sings little trying tunes while working. He sings while doing long walks. He sings when he's sad, and sings to other people, too. He'd be happy to sing if asked, a little flustered if anything- he has that nice voice of his.

Mostly, he hums- it's rare that he uses words, but when he does, some songs are recognizable in English- some are in other languages scattered across galaxies, and some other are tuneless melodies of civilizations and planets long gone that only he remembers amd keeps alive with his voice and memory. Nothing, not even melodies, die with him.

[spidersins]

moodboard prompt: angel and alastor - psychiatric hospital au // @diistortion

i have fallen for you, and that is why, i yearn to understand you 

[bridges-to-ashes]

... mh..

[entropic-introspection]

“The realm is falling to dark chaos-“ “Overwhelming order, pure and bright, consumes us-“

Oh so the gods are just making Bad Apple with the multiverses

[binah-beloved]

did too much thinking. need Binah to let me lay on her as she gently strokes my hair and holds the back of my head. she would be comfortable to snuggle up to, warm and sturdy. her hands would squeeze your shoulders gingerly as she kisses your temples, the soft hum of her presence and strength helping shoo your headache far, far away.

[thatnumbersix]

hehehehhe..

[[Adam was crouched behind a plant, he was "hiding" waiting to scare six. he was practically visable and giggaling]]

mmm … hmm . mmmn .. , hmmm