#I love them so much lol

[ahappyphjl]

i love that dan and phil are so unproblematic that they decided to make a fake apology video cause they’d never ever have to actually make one lmfao

[glitchedcosmos]

“ I TOLD YOU NO FUCKING PICKLES “

“ AND I TOLD YOU SUCK MY DICK-“

[losver07]

part 2 to this

drama, kinda(?) harsh vocab, a bit of angst and mentions of su!c!de but not in a serious (lol sirius) way, mainly just drama

Smells Like Warm

“Moony, have a minute?”

Oh God, Remus thinks, sucking in a deep breath as he puts on the biggest, fakest smile that's ever touched his face. This is the end.

“Sure.”

“In potions class,” Sirius begins, choosing every word with great caution, “you said something.”

“Yes,” Remus answers. It's too late to lie. And, even if he could lie, why would he? They've been together for over a year now, it's not his fault that he's got feelings, that's just what being human means. Right?

“You... understand what it means, right? I mean—

“Yes,” he cuts him off. “James told me. I know.”

He needs to control the conversation, or else the conversation will control him and lead him out of a window, down to the quidditch pitch face first.

“OK. So, is it... Did it really smell like me?”

Maybe the window option is not that bad. He'll keep it in the back of his mind, just in case. An easy escape route.

“Look, I know your narcissistic ass would love to know more, but I'm not in the mood for talking, I'm sorry.”

That seems to hurt Sirius. Good.

“No, okay, it's fine, I didn't mean to...”

“I'll shut up about it next time,” he promises, lifting his chin, using what's left of his dignity. “I know you don't want people to know.”

He wants him to feel ashamed, guilty, responsible for his own pain. After all, it's Sirius' fault he fell in love with him. He wouldn't have, if only he were less... him.

“It's fine, really, I don't care, I just—

“I'm going to the library,” Remus says, and starts walking without expecting a response. If he gets one, anyway, it'll be nothing more than stuttering and fake apologies. So he clutches the strap of his book bag and carries on along the empty hallway, his steps the only audible things that follow him. That, and:

“Mine smelled like you too.”

He stops in his tracks, nearly falling to the ground, chest suddenly heavy with something he should be able to name.

He looks back. His lungs feel like they're going to collapse, which makes him want a fag so fucking bad he almost forgets about the love confession he just got.

“What?”

No, he's still getting it. He still has to deal with it. With Sirius being honest. Telling the truth. Talking about his feelings.

It's shocking enough that he's got feelings, and now he's... What is he doing, really?

“The amortentia,” he says, more slowly now that he knows he's got Remus' attention. “It smelled like you.”

And then it hits him.

“It's not funny, Black.”

He looks around hoping for James to appear out of somewhere, hiding under the cloak until this very moment, giggling at his stupid oversensitive queer ass. Another one of their pranks, this time with Remus as the target.

But nothing happens. He only hears two sets of breaths, two heartbeats. And they both seem to be running a fucking marathon.

“I don't want it to be,” Sirius says, steadily. Well, as steady as one can be when he feels about to throw up.

“How'd you know it's me?” Remus still doesn't buy it. It can't be. Love is hard, it's tough, and Sirius has always been so cool about every-fucking-thing, so free and so easy. It just can't be. “I know your scent, but you...— You can't know what I smell like. You can't know.”

“It's not like a need a bloody potion to tell me, Moony, I'm a bit more self-aware than that,” he says, half-grinning, half-dying inside. “And, also, I do know what you smell like. It's like... Well, like the forest. Like trees and the earth and rain... and chocolate, somehow. It just smells like warm. Like that red jumper of yours.”

Remus takes a breath.

“Padfoot,” he says. He doesn't know what else to say. “That's...”

“I know, I know,” the Black haired boy braces himself, suddenly feeling as vulnerable as glass, his cheeks burning with the embarrassment of spilling his guts all over someone and not being able to take them back and shove them into his body, where they should have stayed in the first place. “Fucking corny.”

But it's Remus. Everything's different with Remus.

“It's beautiful,” he whispers, out of breath.

“Yeah,” Sirius smiles. “Yeah, it is.”

ummm here's part 3 lol

[stevenrogered]

Any time anyone looks at Judd or Grace wrong you know the other one is gonna say something. Every time. They don’t care who it is, they won't let it slide EVER.

[rechicken-and-waffles]

Partners in crime 💰

[vickyshinoa12]

Ahem! Here’s my husbands

Al and Kaveh would be on here too… but they’re more like boyfriends then husbands lol

[tampire]

Erika Klash, Yovska, Abhora and Evah Destruction impersonates Disasterina

[psychic-maiden]

Ok but this improvement is CRAZY!! It’s only like 1 year apart, i know i spent longer on the new versions but I’m still so happy with them!

They’re from my dnd campaign btw id love to talk about that more!

Follow me on TikTok! @psychic_maiden !!!

[starcrossedspirit]

patron saints - xmen oc's tagged by: @sweet-samnang and @hollywood-is-bleeding ! if i have been tagged by anyone else and I didn't see it, I am SO sorry! regardless, thank you so much for the tag! here it is for some new oc's lol!

faye delacroix - patron saint of lost faith

patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

dorianne darling - patron saint of heartbreak

not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

tagging: open tag!! only because I took too long lmao

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I'M SORRY THEY TOOK THE P I A N O??!?!!!?

[glitchedcosmos]

He genuinely was trying to comfort him , and stopped when sonic turned oh my god I’m gonna combust into flames

[theangrypomeranian]

"That’s my fantasy threesome!"

"Babe, no."

🤣🤣🤣

[starrydaze]

another year, another makeover/shopping spree for the fam

[lemonyelixir]

Aojaef sorry for keysmash But i drew cannon wally with forgotten god wally :D

[hyenabrainedpup]

everyone sick over here too :/

hope u recover quickly puppy

Aw tyy!! I think itll go fast bc it doesnt feel like a cold :0 jus my body being silly

Friends are coming over for movies tomorrow and they've decided they don't care that I'm coughing they NEED to dogpile cuddle while we watch :3

[magicalara]

The bsd wan! series is so funny they should make more