#GOD HE'S SO BEEFY

[parkjammys]

beefy tank Gotham Knights Jason Todd by Nick Robles

[ivymarquis]

I work in health care which means I get paid to weigh people for a living and if there is one thing people can’t do correctly, it’s guess weight.

Idk why.

Idk who this will help, but Ghost is probably clocking a good 118kg/260lbs, do with that what you will and God Bless.

[mulderscully]

THE KILLERS | "Dying Breed" in Dublin, Ireland (June 12th, 2024)

"So tonight, the next song is our song it's about making a promise and keeping it. It's about showing up. This is a special thing we have. We're a Dying Breed."

[frnkiebby]

that stupid face and those stupid chips~🎃

[starswhisperwritershear]

Okay, guys, I need yall to remember something important.

I am a writer, not an artist.

I wanted to color so damn bad. And I wanted to get the images of the character designs I had out of my head.

But I'm so bad at drawing and you can tell which characters gave me major issues.

@inkedbyash had to fix a few of my issues but I'm a hopeless case.

Anyways, the writing of my story is better than my drawing skills, but here's how I imagine the crew when they're older. (The popular kids will be in a second post)

[sunonwaxyleaves]

He makes me want to THROW UP!!!!!!!!!

[jtl-fics]

Words cannot express how tempted I am to write a side piece to FF that details GS’ POV from finding out her grandson got stabbed to the reveal.

I want to show her full commitment to the bit. Getting Paul to assist her, listening in as Andrew and Neil talked in the car, her thoughts regarding all of this, Wymack having texted her exactly where she needed to go beforehand, her going up to the receptionist and pretending she doesn’t know English to sell the bit further, the stroke of luck that is dear sweet Nicholas, Squeezing the SHIT out of Wymack’s hand so he doesn’t rat her out because he KNOWS she’s speaks English, and the realization that is “Aw shit, they’re good kids Sara and you’ve already lied to this extent already. Time for the Smith family tradition of ‘COMMIT.’”

[angel-fruitcake]

[x]

[seiwas]

diff anon but i saw mingyu and iwaizumi and jumped to my feet likeeee mingyu whenever he wears a white vest FR

U MEAN LIKE THIS

[kavalyera]

the untwinkification of bill skarsgård is so evident and real

[littlexdeaths]

i always hear about fire fighter steve, but what about fire fighter eddie??

[ascendingtostardust]

(x)

[mintedwitcher]

head empty no thought only buck tummy <3

[sugar-omi]

MAAAAAAN IF THIS AINT COVE FR 🤭😍💕

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Tua5Cb/

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*LINK

AHHHHH YSE YOURE SO RIGHT. HE'S PERFECT PLS

[medicbrainrot]

i pray with the devil you rest in peace (divinity, part 2)

As a result of the success of the mission, everyone had been given a few days leave to rest and recuperate. Simon and Artemis had decided to spend their leave together, using the quiet days to spend some time together, in a calm, relaxed environment. 

After a chill night watching movies and playing video games, Simon and Artemis had fallen asleep cuddling on his bed, enjoying a restful evening together. 

Simon was fast asleep on the bed, a soft smile on his face as his chest rose and fell with his breathing. Both of them were dressed for comfort, Simon in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, Artemis in pajama pants and one of Simon’s hoodies. 

Simon rolled over in his sleep, pulling Artemis closer to him. His arm was draped around her back, tucking his face into her neck. He sighs, nuzzling into her.

Artemis was having a dream…no, a nightmare. She feels like she can’t breathe. The memory of the enemy soldier’s knife pressed against her throat causes her to whimper in her sleep.

Her whimpering rouses Simon from the confines of sleep, and he pulls back slightly to look at her. He starts gently running his fingers through her hair, leaning up to kiss her forehead, trying to provide any semblance of comfort during the nightmare she’s experiencing.

“Shh…everything’s okay now… I promise you’re safe, I’ll always protect you. Just like I did then.” He whispers softly.

“No…please…let me go…” She mumbles quietly, a frown marring her features.

“Hey, hey, It’s okay.” He gently pulled her closer to him, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning her against him. His voice was warm and soft, soft and comforting. 

“You’re safe. You’re safe, okay? He’s gone. He’s gone and he’s not coming back.” Simon tried to keep his voice steady as he comforted Artemis, trying to keep any notes of panic out. He kept his arms tightly around her, trying to help her. “You’re okay, I’m right here.”

Her hand reached up to scratch at the wound across her throat. “Simon… Simon… please… help.” She whimpers, scratching at her neck.

He grabbed her hand with one one of his one, pulling it away, placing it against his chest. “Don’t touch it, sweetheart. You’ll undo the bandages, Temi.”

His voice remained gentle, but he was starting to worry. “Artemis, you’re going to be alright. I’m here. You’re okay.”

She starts hyperventilating, the nightmare getting worse. “Please… help me… please.” She whimpers, tears beginning to escape from her closed eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Simon soothed her, trying to quell his own panic. “I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay.” He held her tightly as he tried to soothe her back to a steady breathing rate. “You’re going to be okay, I promise. I’ll keep you safe.”

Simon continues to try to comfort her as she cries, when a thought hits him like a bolt of lightning. 

He took a deep breath before speaking. “Artemis, sweetheart, wake up.” He shook her shoulder gently. “Come on, it’s okay, wake up, love.”

Between Simon calling her name and the gentle rocking of her body, Artemis woke up in a gasp, her eyes filling with tears. 

“Hey… it’s okay. You’re okay.” He soothed as he looked at her, eyes wide and tearful, his own eyes filled with worry. “I’m here, Temi, I’m here. You’re safe.” He pulled her close, resting her head on his chest. “It’s okay, you’re safe.”

She buries her head in Simon’s chest as she lets out a few quiet sobs. “He had me… he was gonna…”

“I know.” Simon whispers, holding onto her tightly, wanting nothing more than to comfort her. “But you’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you. He can’t hurt you again.”

He repeated softly, holding her tight as she cried. “It’s okay, you’re safe, I’m here.”

“You’re here.” She repeated in a whisper. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.” He repeated back to her, his voice gentle. He didn’t ever want to see her get hurt again, and all he wanted right now was to give her all the comfort in the world.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. He won’t hurt you ever again, Artemis. Never again…”

As her sobs started to subside, the tension in her body started to release. 

Simon let out a soft sigh as he felt her body start to relax. She was safe, and she was out of that terrifying nightmare. He kept his arms securely around her, and leaned his head up to press a kiss into her hair. “Do you know what I'm most worried about?” He asks softly, pressing another gentle kiss to her head.

“What?” She whispers. 

“You.” He replies quietly. Simon stroked a gentle hand down her back, trying to let her know that he was there, that she was safe, and that he would keep her safe. She couldn’t see it, but his expression was filled with worry and concern for her. Simon just wants to keep his Artemis safe.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He whispers.

“I’m okay.” She whispers back. “It was just a nightmare.”

“I know.” He brushes his hand up and down her back again before pressing another kiss to her hair. “You’re safe now. You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m safe.” She repeats. “I’m okay.”

Simon pulled away from the hug for a moment to look into her eyes, trying to get a gauge on how she was feeling. He smiled gently, squeezing her in reassurance. “You’re okay.” He whispered, pressing her body into his again, softly stroking her hair and her back.

He never wanted something like that to happen to her again. He silently vowed to always be a safe place for her, to always protect her. “You’re okay, you’re safe, I’m here.” 

“I’m okay, I’m safe, you’re here.” She mumbled sleepily.

Simon sighed in relief when he heard Artemis repeat her answer again, happy to hear that she had calmed down again. “I’m here Artemis, I’ll always be here.”

He held her close, running his hand up and down her back, over and over. He softly kissed the top of her head again, before whispering, “I love you.”

“...love you…” She mumbled back, already half asleep.

Simon smiled gently, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Artemis.”

He was content to fall asleep again with her wrapped in his arms, wanting nothing more than for that moment to last forever. All he wanted was an eternal moment of peace with the two of them together, after everything they’ve been through. 

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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[fbfh]

Okay I'm taking a break for a day or two bc burnout and I'm watching supernatural and would like to inform you that Dean Winchester is another person who can't play house. He insists it's because he's a lone wolf player ladies man bachelor type, but once he sees that you're comfortable around him??? That he's familiar and known and comforting to you???? There's the oh shit I'm in trouble lol moment. He thinks there's still a way out of this with his emotional walls in tact, there's still a chance he can come out of this without admitting he desperately wants a cozy domestic life with someone as sweet as you, then you touch his arm. You literally just have to touch his arm to get him to crumble. want bonus points?? want to grab his heart by the balls and hold it in your hand forever?? run your hands up and down his chest a little while you talk to him. that really is all it takes. he can't even process what you're saying because you're fucking altering his brain chemistry. his mind is just a bunch of overlayed images of you being absolutely precious while loud dial up noises play. he blinks hard a few times trying to come out of it but it doesn't help. nothing can help him now. all he wants is you, for you to keep holding his hand with both of yours like that, to feel you snuggle into his side under warm covers, to wake up when you wiggle out of his grip the next morning only for you to whisper "just getting some coffee" and press a kiss to his stubbly cheek and watch you pull on his shirt and keep watching you until you're out of his sight. Dean would never ever survive being put in a cozy little domestic situation with you. He'd kill the devil and god with one punch just to get back into your arms after something like that. it's so warm and soft and you're literally everything he's ever needed. he stands no chance. zero. kiss his cheek and pat his chest affectionately and call him your man because he is. he is your man after experiencing one of those things, let alone all of them.