#HIS BICEPS

[starkeyisthelastname]

big daddy 🫠

[lyqiche]

so i havent drawn at all for days since i got into stardew valley (grinded my way to get haley's affection) and how coincidental. that

what the

[jkkyks]

I am taking THAT as a sign🥹💔

[llittletingoddess]

Mother of God

[minhosimthings]

Um...pls get ur man mom

GOD'S FAVOURITE INDEED

*inhales*

*exhales*

*falls off a cliff and dies*

[honey-bunches1345]

He’s just so-

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

❝ If one of us has to live, I’d rather it was you. ❞ (from Carol)

"Don't say that." Rick hissed at Carol as they were stuck on the top of a large tree by a yard, with a wooden tree house on top and everything, but the yard was full of walkers, they were surrounded; Rick holding Carol by her arm as she hanged, almost falling. "It's okay, I've gotch ya, and I ain't letting go." He made a lot effort, trying to pull her up. The angle was awful and he was failing, risking to lose his balance.

"Don't move...and don't let go of me. I won't drop you, ok? Just stay still for a while, stop tryin to climb, don't move your legs, just...-" Rick was holding her with both arms but the position he was in just wasn't helping, he was almost slipping down.

The leader stopped pulling her for a while, just holding her, he took a deep breath, slowly let go of her with one of his hands, the other still holding Carol firmly. He slowly rested on his back, grabbed a strong tree branch with his now free hand and braced.

"Imma going to pull you up now, get ready." Rick groaned, almost yelled, getting so red, the vessels in his temple showing, he used his arm like a lever to pull Carol up, finally releasing once she was safe, feeling her weight fall on his chest. He was panting, but so relived. "If you weighted....just a bi....a bit more...I swear...you...you would be in...in serious trouble now." He was breathing in and out so fast, but soon he started chuckling, happy she was okay. "I think I ruptured something. I will find out tomorrow." he kept chuckling, looking at her; his tired arms held her close in an embrace, not just for affection but also safety.

"Be very careful when you move. We don't wanna lose balance from here. There's a tree house, we can spend the night, until the walkers go away. I've got...a few protein bars in my back pocket...and three water bottles in my backpack."

@wexarethewalkingxdead

[ditzybat]

tim with a knife in his hands: damian, step away from the computer

damian reading superbat fanfiction on tim’s personal laptop: i wanted to play roblox, but this is adequate writing, are you in need of a beta reader by chance?

[rafesweetie]

need a jealous bsf!rafe x reader where he is possessive and doesn’t want other guys touching her even though he touches other girls, so she is basically over it and at a party, she dances on another guy and he gets mad

౨ৎ in which bsf!rafe just can’t help wanting to protect you.

you were done with rafe cameron. you’ve decided it. he was your best friend, sure, but he was controlling, mean, overly protective, and he acted like he owned you or something. so you were completely done with him, forever.

this is the third time you’ve promised yourself that, and news flash — you never dropped him.

it wasn’t your fault, you try to tell yourself every time. he just wouldn’t let you leave him, shutting you up whenever you’d even try and be reasonable with him, yelling louder than you or slamming his palm over your mouth. but a little part of you knows that you like the attention. you like that rafe cares so much about you, even if it does ruin your chances of getting a boyfriend. today is the day that you break the pattern though, and rebel against his constant authority.

parties are where rafe thrives. he’s like a celebrity, it always wonders you how much people love him. during parties, he keeps less of an eye on you, assuming you’re just busy gossiping with your friends. but little does he know, you’ve found a boy — it wasn’t often you’d get the opportunity to chat with a boy that wasn’t rafe, and you were loving every second of it. you felt so free from your friend’s gaze, listening to the boy talk, his deep voice vibrating your brain.

but the issue was, the boy was boring. he didn’t talk about cool things, like dirtbikes or his life or death adventures or money. you hated to say it, but he just wasn’t rafe. your mind kept flashing back to him, how much more you smile and enjoy his company. maybe rafe was right. you just didn’t need boys when you have him.

you’re so close to excusing yourself from the boy, going back to rafe’s arm and giggling with him and talking with your faces really close together. you glance back to where he is, ready to retreat, until you see it. you see her.

you’re not sure who she is, but she bothers you. her hair is so gorgeous and healthy, and you can’t see her face from behind but she must be gorgeous. her arm is on rafe’s bicep — your bicep, the one you always hang onto while you’re walking with rafe. you hate that you’re jealous. rafe’s your friend, not your boyfriend, you have no reason to be. but it’s like you can’t control it, your rage, and before you know it, you’re blinking back any potential tears and touching on this boy — this stranger — like there’s no tomorrow. tyla is blasting through the speakers, and yours and these boy’s hands are all over each other’s bodies. you really hope rafe sees you like this, drunk off the smirnoff pink lemonades and enjoying another mans company.

it really doesn’t take long for him to notice. he’s so predictable. shrugging the girls hand off of him, rushing over to his dear friend to get her away from this lowlife.

usually he’d reason with you. coax you away from the boy nicely and lecture you. but he’d had a few beers and a line of coke and he was in no mood for politeness. a rough hand pushes the boy away by the chest, and rafe isn’t muttering a word to anyone, grabbing your wrist and stomping away with you stumbling behind.

he pushes you into a spare bedroom, the first private place he could find. sitting you on the edge of the bed, he starts pacing in front of you and rubbing his face as if this was hurting his head. it’s like your brain flicks a switch, back to “rafe rafe rafe” as you’re sat there with tears brimming your eyes, fiddling with your manicure as you bat your eyelashes up at him, remembering the girl flirting with him, and now you making him mad, and now he’s got you in a puddle of guilt.

“shit— it’s like, you never do what i say, huh?” he mutters, still pacing. “you know i do everything to protect you, kid. you even know who that fuckin’ guy was? no, m’sure you don’t, cause you don’t think. thought by now my voice would be in your pretty head, there to help you make some smart decisions every once in a while. but nah, nah, you see one other boy and it’s back to square one with you,”

you go to speak, glossy lips parting, but he shuts you up with a quick “no”, and stopping pacing to go kneel in front of you.

“everything i do — for you, okay? for you. my girl,” he often calls you that, it makes you weak every time. he grabs your hands. “stop fiddling, paid for this polish.” you stop instantly. “i know— i know you think that my protectiveness is, uh, stupid, but i need to be like this, or you’re gonna get hurt. i know you, baby. i need to be all over you for you to even have a slight awareness to not do stupid things. so i do take some ownership over you in that sense—“

you cut him off, muttering a, “don’t want you to take ownership.”

he huffs. “yeah, but i do, so…” he shrugs. “you’re mine. my friend, my girl. so i don’t like it when someone else touches my girl, or when you’re the one intiating it. makes me so fuckin’ angry, kid, makes me wanna, like—“ he cuts himself off. “so i need you to knock it off.”

you wanna argue so badly, but your brain turns to mush around him. so you sniffle and nod hesitantly.

“no, i want a ‘yes rafe.’ need your words.”

“i just think that—“ you try.

he cuts you off. “yes rafe. say it with me.”

“..yes, rafe.” you both say.

he squeezes your hands and gets up. “yeah, there you go, good girl. now do you, uh, need a minute, fix your makeup, or d’you wanna go back down there and hang out with me?”

your hand goes to his bicep as you stand up with him, and a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. “wanna go with you,” you say softly, leaning into him a bit.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

[lucinfernos]

There is beauty in imperfections. They made you who you are.

[auvis]

Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrmmmssssss 🥵💪

Jeff Nichols talks about the scene with Jodie and Austin when they first meet 📸

[jkkyks]

…someone inform him to come and pay for his child support 😃….

#URGENTLY

[thatlioninthecorner]

Opening up Tumblr today got me like:

Full on twst bomb 🤯 (I ain’t complaining tho)

I am LOVING Leona’s new sprite 👀👀👀 He keeps showing his forehead as of late, you know what that means

Still not exactly sure what’s going on in his dream, but OUGH does he look good 🤭

[cafffeineconnoisseur]

In the end it's just me and my obsession with his arms against the world

[tibby-art]

wild life thoughts

[starry-nights12]

Girl,we get it.

HE'S YOURS!!!! 😭😭😭😭

Update:

SHE TAGGED HIS ASS!!!