#I cannot wait for season 2

[arcanefanpage]

Maddy Arcane

[pontikonisi]

open up your skull,

i’ll be there.

[all-too-unwell-13]

no you don't understand, i am SO excited for thalia grace with a british accent

[corvesaves]

Just realizing the height difference between Olrox and Mizrak of Olrox being almost half a foot taller than Mizrak, I cannot unsee the dynamic between the two especially in a modern setting and of them sharing a car.

[libbyfausett]

I just had a dream where- to end an argument- Annabeth grabbed a step stool, stood on it and kissed Percy on the forehead

[cornholiobungholio]

WHY DO THEY HAVE KIDS?!?!?

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

omfg i really hope u finished sk8 the infinity bc that is the most fun, colourful, draindead show I have ever watched and I would sell my soul to the devil for a s2 to come faster.

but like, who’s ur favourite character? langa will always be dear to my heart bc of just how dense he is sometimes. like he genuinely cannot comprehend most things that happen around him and that just adds to his charm.

also am i the only one who was super fucking weirded out by the way adam interacted with the kids?? the dub is just so much more creepy than the sub and he’s just so much worse around these children- the way he speaks to miya, the nicknames he gives reki and the way he behaves with poor sweet langa is so uncomfy to watch???

I finished it and I LOVED it.

Langa’s my favorite character for much of the same reason. Oh my god he’s so dense and so good. My beautiful boy. All he knows is Board and Love Reiki. He’s so chill. He was just like “I have Never Skateboarded in my Life. The first try should be on this Death Mountain in an event with explosives involved. I will destroy the competition.” I simply adore him. I think we should just keep putting him on different types of boards to see if he can qualify on an Olympic level in them within the span of months. Surfboard. Wakeboard. Other types of board. He is so beautiful and so good.

Oh Adam is so uncomfortable to watch during this, especially his entire thing with langa. He’s always giving him roses and touching him and calling him his Eve. He has an entire wall filled with video footage of him. He had cameras following him when he wasn’t even at S. He openly calls Reiki the third wheel as if Langa doesn’t go into immediate depression if his boyfriend is not there to watch him skate. If the post-credits montage is accurate, then he parachuted from the sky with a bouquet of roses when Langa turned 18. Like this is fully stalking and deeply upsetting please go away.

[luca-just-luca]

I’ve gotten to a point now where anytime I see any of the authors I follow post even a snippet of earthspark bumblebee content I can’t stop happy stimming and I gotta go for a walk-shout out to everyone who’s written content for this guy, I’m literally kicking my feet and giggling-

[chskca]

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[just-your-average-cryptid]

so my family got a free trial of Amazon prime to get something urgent delivered faster and decided to see if there was anything worth watching for the month they have it

a few years back I read Good Omens from the library so I said oh you can see this I think you’ll like it

one episode in- one

“Any thoughts? Questions?”

“They sound like an old married couple.”

“…yeah-”

I mean I’m glad they picked up on it but strjofdygjk

[arcanefanpage]

[tytorex]

"Heya, Newbie" I WILL START FUCKING SOBBING.

[collectingstoriesrecs]

Me reading this!

May I please ask for a Rhett Abbott imagine?

Of course!

Plot Twist

Words: 1100 ~ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female bookstore owner reader ~ Content: fluff, non explicit sex, tooth rotting sweetness

You hear a soft rap on the glass, and when you look up, Rhett Abbott is there, slight smile on his face, hat in place, hair curling under it at the nape of his neck.

You can’t help but grin. 

If you’re working at the store, he comes to see you every day, without fail. Sometimes you’ll have lunch together, sometimes you don’t. Rhett might be busy collecting feed for the steer or mending fences; you might have a local author signing over the lunch hour. But you made time for each other as often as you could.

You wave and he waves back, the hint of a blush creeping up his neck.

You’d never known that Rhett Abbott could blush. Who’d have guessed?

A customer comes in, making the little bell on the shop door ring cheerily, and when you look back to the window, Rhett’s gone. It doesn’t matter; you know you’re seeing him tonight.

He’s a cowboy straight out of romance novels by the likes of Lorelei James, Linda Howard, and Sable Hunter, and you can’t get enough of his long legs in worn blue jeans, or the way he leaves the top few buttons of his plaid shirt left undone.

You’d never have imagined being with Rhett like this. It’s an unexpected plot twist.

In high school, he was often running wild with the rowdier kids. He’d started rodeo years ago, and you’d watch him on the bucking steer, wondering what it was like to command that much power, even for less than ten seconds.

It wasn’t until some years later, when his niece Amy broke her leg and had to stay in bed, that you got to know each other.

He’d come in to buy her some books to entertain her as she recovered. You were only too happy to recommend books for her age group. She loved them, and Rhett started to make a regular appearance, one day asking you out for coffee.

It went from there.

And when he slow danced with you on Valentine’s at the Handsome Gambler, you knew you were a goner.

Rhett sometimes brings you wildflowers, apologising that he can’t afford a fancy bouquet from the store. You don’t care. You prefer the ones he handpicks from the wild areas around the ranch pastures. They always smel so sweet.

The day at the bookstore passes quickly. You helped a regular, old Mrs Taylor, with collecting her new sci fi novel - her house was decorated like a spaceship, she was one of your all time favourite customers - and you priced up new releases by Jodi Taylor, Lee Child and Becky Chambers.

Five o’clock rolled around. When you locked up, Rhett was leaning against the lamppost opposite the door, hands in his pockets. He straightened up when you appeared.

“Afternoon, darlin’.”

“Afternoon yourself.” You lift your face for his kiss and he obliges, settling his hands on your hips. You sigh into his mouth, feel his lips curve against yours.

“Love gettin’ sugar from you,” he says softly. “How was your day?”

“Good. You?”

He tucks a curl of your hair behind your ear. “Sweaty. Dad needed help roundin’ up a steer that split from the herd. Had time to grab a shower before I came here, though.”

“Shame. I like you dirty.”

He groans. “Can’t talk like that in public, girl.”

“Maybe I better wait until we’re in your truck.”

He shakes his head, drawing his lower lip between his teeth. “I done lucked out with you, you know that? You’ve got all the sweetness of a librarian with the filthy mind of someone who writes erotic fiction.”

“Well, you have my extensive reading to thank for that.”

He kisses the tip of your nose. “Remind me to write and thank your favourite authors.” He takes your hand and leads you to the truck. You drive out together to your favourite picnic spot, a field of wildflowers on the very edge of the Abbott property.

You share a picnic basket Rhett has prepped, with ham and slaw sandwiches, strawberries, petit fours and potato chips, and then you draw a book out of your bag.

“Bought something to read to you.”

His face lights up. “You did?”

“Of course. C’mere, cowboy.”

He stretches out and settles his head in your lap. His hat has long ago been discarded over by the picnic basket and you thread your fingers through his hair. It’s soft from his shower, smells of some botanical mix of herbs from his shampoo, cypress and something else, and you love it.

He sighs and his eyes drift closed as you begin to read Our Souls are Mirrors by Rupi Kaur.

You read and read until the sun begins to set, and when it does, Rhett undresses you slowly, one garment at a time, until you’re naked under the big Wyoming Sky, and then he takes his time exploring you with his hands and mouth, until you’re trembling with pleasure, unable to form any syllables but his name.

Only when you’re lax with bliss does he push into you, bracing his body above your own. You wrap your legs around his waist as he mutters praise into the curve where your neck and shoulder meet. How you’re his good girl, the only one for him. How you make him feel so good. You clench your fingers on his shoulders, buck up into him. It makes him wild, and you come together under the early evening starlight.

After, you curl into him. He drapes his shirt over you to keep you cosy.

“Better drive you back soon,” he says absently. “Or you could stay over. If you want.”

“I do want. It’s not like your parents’ll be surprised to see me in the morning.”

He huffs out a laugh. “My mom’ll want to talk your ear off about books, I hope you know that. And Amy’s started readin’ that Heartstopper series you got her into. It’s all she talks about.”

You smile against his chest, as his heart bears steadily under your ear. “Who knew, the Abbott family, secret bookworms.”

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[sophsun1]

[poolseason]

Jibaku Shonen Hanako Kun, season 2 episode 1

I love when they're all in the same frame as each other, their expressions are all so wildly different haha.

[mizgnomer]

Good Omens - Season 1 and Season 2 - Parallel Posters (click for larger images)