#HANNAH'S MUSES

[blitzbuckz]

bodyguard it is . . .

@the-smallest-star

[moonlit-midnight]

A little, fluffy imagine about holding hands because it’s such a comforting and lovely love language!

Imagine your favorite Diasomnia boy as the type of partner who loves to remind you that you’re not alone in a simple yet heartwarming way.

He often holds your hand in his gentle grasp or places his arm around you when he walks you back to your dorm after a date, an outing with friends or after a night walk.

It’s a small yet a kind reminder that you’re not alone in this strange world, and he thinks that nothing could compare to the tender comfort of having the person you love holding your hands.

“Let me walk you back.”

“I’ll be fine. Go take a rest already.” you pulled him in an affectionate hug before bidding him goodnight.

Turning around to exit the lounge of his dormitory, you expected him to head to his room when you felt his gloved fingers entwining with yours.

“Just in case.” He said, placing a light kiss atop your hand. 

“You know it’s safe around.” you chuckled at his response.

“I know. It’s just an excuse to spend more time with you.” He simply beamed a smile in return.

He occasionally teases you, but deep down you know that he often does that to assure you that you have someone by your side because you deserve a caring friend and a trustworthy partner who will walk with you to the end of the universe, holding your hand like it’s the safest place you ever know.

[sejanuspiinth]

hannah dodd as charlotte for zimmermann's charlatan

[filmtribv]

Boss-Arse-Bitch

TED LASSO 3.02

[captainsantiagos]

So I am working on a very large playlist for Colin and Penelope that literally has songs for each episode/moment and interlaced with key score tracks/violin covers. When I complete this to a certain extent (cause I feel like I will always add to it) would people like me to share 👀👀

[spiderwarden]

If there is one thing I learned in rp and dice rolls in the rps, is that in the animalistic ‘alpha dog’ world, Karlach ( @avernusfuries ) has cowed down Minthara.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photo by Warren Richardson

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“We lost our home, which means the familiarity of daily life. We lost our occupation, which means the confidence that we are of some use in this world. We lost our language, which means the naturalness of reactions, the simplicity of gestures, the unaffected expression of feelings.” –Hannah Arendt, "We Refugees" (1943) Memphis Muse

[tinystepsforward]

my wife's girlfriend was just like "so have you heard about this thing with matt and the cartoon '''death threat''' on tumblr lol"

[apollos-boyfriend]

purpled turns invisible when they get upset vs hannah and boomer who've known them for so long that they can just instinctively find them at this point

to the confusion of whoever he’s with at the time, boomer will sometimes stick out his leg for seemingly no reason. all questions are immediately answered by the following loud THUD as purpled re-appears on the ground besides them looking like a disgruntled wet cat

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

JUST IN TIME FOR SUMMER 2024 -- THROWBACK TO SUMMER 2011 WITH THESE LOVELY LADIES.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on an editorial titled "Sun & Soda," photographed by the famed Harri Peccinotti (b. 1935) for "MUSE" ["The Fashionart Magazine"] #26, c. summer 2011.

The "bold '70s style shoot" features: Anne Vyalitsyna (the cover girl), Shannan Click, Behati Prinsloo, Heather Marks, Valentina Zeliaeva, Marloes Horst, and Hannah Holman.

Source: https://blondeseptember.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/sun-soda-by-harri-peccinotti.

[thecutiecollective]

Selfie by Hannah James

IG: HannahJamess

Represented by Muse Models

[moonlit-midnight]

Blooming on a Romantic Sunday

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts.

Genre/Trope: Romantic Fluff, Best friends to lovers.

Summary: You’re the love that he’s always been hoping for.

Warnings: GN!Reader, very self indulgent, the pairing are friends since their NRC days.

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It was one Sunday afternoon when Riddle found you sound asleep under the tree in the backyard of your shared home, curled up with a mystery novel and hugging it close to your chest.

The sunlight of the spring season spilled dazzlingly through the thick branches of the evergreen tree, casting a pleasant glow on your serene face.

Riddle walked up to your spot and sat in front of you quietly, careful not to disturb your peaceful nap.

His heart stirred at the sight of you, a beautiful soul bathed in the radiance of the spring sunshine.

“In my eyes, you’re not just my best friend. You’re the treasure of my heart and so much more than that.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead, only to quickly pull away.

Letting out a sigh, Riddle stood up and glanced at you shortly before he went inside the house to calm his racing heart.

A few minutes later, your eyes slowly fluttered open. 

Once your blurry vision adjusted to the afternoon light, you sat up and leaned against the sturdy tree.

“The feeling is mutual, my darling rose.” you murmured softly as you covered your slightly warm face.

★ —

“You’re staring,” Riddle pointed out. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“I was just wondering… how long have you been in love with me?” you stirred your strawberry latte before taking a sip.

The man’s eyes widened in surprise, your question catching him off guard.

You chuckled at his expression, and hid a smile behind the glass of your cold drink.

“Well.… I’ve been holding a torch for you for a long time.” Riddle confessed, his bashful gaze tangled with your gentle stare. “I can’t recall what not loving you feels like.” 

Your best friend didn’t have a particular reason to fall for you. 

He just did, and so did you. 

Riddle simply wanted someone to hold close to his heart, someone to cherish dearly and above all he wanted someone to pursue genuine happiness with, and you were that person.

You had always been happy to know him, happy to see him, happy to hear him and happy to have his existence in your life. 

The feeling was mutual, and that alone was more than enough for him.

“With a heart like yours, you’re worthy of the best kind of love.” Riddle exclaimed, a fond smile gracing his lips. “You’re an amazing person, so you ought to be loved sincerely and valued above all else. You deserve to have someone’s entire heart, but I don’t have a whole heart to give you.”

“Sevens, who said that you don’t have a whole heart? You definitely have one.” you remarked in a gentle tone as you held his face, looking at him with your kind and adoring eyes. 

“Am I worthy to be your beloved?” He asked, resting his hand atop yours.

“Yes, my darling rose.” you stated happily and gave him a warm smile. “You’re worthy of everything.”

Always been.

[the-busy-ghost]

Look I respect the art of past ages, but it's the 21st century and personally I'd like to see less depictions of the Greek Muses as ethereal sexually objectified fairy women, and more art of Thalia doing stand-up

[filmtribv]

When you have hater instincts for the interloper, but your friends don’t see it.

[captainsantiagos]

sharing another fanvideo that i am OBSESSED with 🫶🏼

[theneedforgreed]

@infernal-feminae

"Glitz! Glam! Where tah fuck are you both at!? We got a fuckin commercial to shoot!"