#I’ll come back to it one day

[heartsofhounds]

long runs the fox

…but at last, he is caught.

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! Reblogs appreciated!

[haggz-is-here]

royal portrait of a lamb who never desired godhood

[devil-in-hiding]

I want comfort from the boys after evythijg went wrong!!! Cows escaped(obv back), dogs not listening, clothes got holes, etc.... and farmer reader just cries bc it's overwhelming (I honestly don't belive people when they say they never cried even with overwhelmed..)

Pretty please 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

anon you are so real because i cry every time I am overwhelmed and after a bad day on the farm i promise reader does too

It’s like all the animals decided that morning to give mom a hard day, cows escaping out towards the trees, goats and sheep making a mad dash away from you, Dixon and Grimes playing a game of keep away with your boot you lost chasing one of the geese

The men are trying to help but they are being harassed. Bubba has Price cornered by the barn, Seb and Soap are staring each other down from across the field, Gaz is trying his best to gather up the baby ducklings that have wandered to far from the barn, and Ghost is chasing Dixon across the yard trying to get your boot

everything is too loud, your ankle throbs because you’re pretty sure you twisted it, there is sweat in your eyes, the sun beating down on your back and everything is loud, loud LOUD

You lift shaking hands to your mouth, and the whole land freezes when a whistle pierces through the air “HEY”

and it’s like all the animals agreed “hey, that’s moms ANGRY voice..” as all the herd starts to fall back, Seb and Bub approaching you with their heads bowed, the geese waddling by with their young

[wyyvoren]

you are in rags once again, clawing and tearing your way through hell. you begin to think it, maybe it’s you who needs to do it. to balance the scales. be the hand of justice and guide these so called righteous sects into the ground. bury the mountain, pull it from the heavens, topple it down to nothing. they do not deserve heaven. you do not deserve heaven. you think there’s no one in the world who does.

[ID: fanart of Luo Binghe clawing open an abyssal creature, covered in blood and dirt. innards spew across the screen. End ID]

[skidcd-megamix]

THE REST OF THE METAMY WEEK I FAILED U METAMY NOOOOOOO

IN ORDER, MEMORY, MOVIE, FASHION

[zipora666]

something for @sketchquill Bc it’s been a while since I did something for ya lol so here’s ya sona and mine as princess peach and princess daisy ✨🍑🌼💖💛

And didn’t have the energy to do mine Bc THE MOTORCYCLE SHADING KILLED ME- so enjoy😁✨

[lamina-tsrif]

4 days left!!

[cavillary]

ICONIC

[foolsocracy]

wgats up lol

[z-1-wolfe]

big fan of women… i have this sketch of vaggie im too afraid to finish so i’m just going to post it XD

[sacriou]

I feel bad If im spamming but i have. More.

[redriotinggg]

We all know about Usopp getting furious on Luffy’s behalf and fighting to defend his dream of becoming King of the Pirates. But now I’m thinking of him getting Pissed when someone refers to Sanji as a Vinsmoke in front of him.

Sanji had never seen Usopp so furious as he attacks the enemy who dared to use the surname to tease and taunt him and try and tear him down. Were his actions overkill? Maybe. Was it necessary for him to wrap him up in some vine boshi and force the guy to grovel at Sanji’s feet and apologize? Probably not. But he did, and the fact that Usopp went so far to defend Sanji’s identity does something dangerous to his heart.

He’s so in love and so turned on. He lights a cigarette and tries to cover his blushing face, willing his beating heart to slow down.

[i wrote it! read on ao3]

[akindplace]

Florence and the machine lyrics that are (once again) living in my brain rent free

[xreanimatedcorpse]

Doodle so i can move on.. sorry Esprit I’ll get back to you…

Anyways. This is why I think ravens might fit,,, traveling in pairs like partners? Quarrelsome, but devotion to their families? It feels very Esprit de Corps.

[caterpillarinacave]

the most accidentally hilarious moment in NATM 3 is as the tablet is dying and Larry is cradling Dexter while the audience has this clear view of Ahkmenrah, a teenager who was murdered thousands of years ago, is very, very, slowly collapsing to the floor as his body reverts to a decayed mummified corpse. And nobody acknowledges it.

[sociallyrepressed]

tangled fates

“Colapinto! It is the demand of the law you be stopped! Surrender!”

It’s really wonder how Franco finds himself in these situations. Actually, not really, if he thinks about it. He definitely knew what he was getting into when he agreed to steal the crown with the twins- then betray said twins. Whatever, it’s a criminal world, there are no friends.

He’s panting heavily, breathes rattling in his chest. There’s the pounding of horse hooves behind him, and he’s ducking through foliage.

It’s really fucking unfair. He’s running on foot and they’ve got prized stallions of a high pedigree to chase him down. Fucking English whores. He bursts through another array of hanging vines, scrambling to dig his heels into the rocky earth of the sudden cliff’s edge. What the fuck.

He rears back, but he doesn’t have time to turn around and go a different direction, not with the royal guard down his neck, so he looks around frantically for anywhere to hide. On his third visual pass he notices a an entrance tucked behind an outcrop of rock and covered by overgrowth. He runs to it, cursing quietly when he realizes there are several industrial locks on the outside of the door.

Digging through his satchel frantically, Franco pulls out his handy piece of welded elastic iron, setting to work picking the many locks. Honestly, there’s an absurd amount of locks.

The thundering sound of the guard is fastly approaching. The last lock gives just as the shiny reflection of glossy horse coats, and he shoves his way through the door, slamming it shut behind him. He leans against the door to listen, since there are no windows, releasing a sigh of relief upon hearing the retreat of the guards.

Relaxing his shoulders, Franco turns to look at his surroundings.

“Hello?” It looks like the inside of a cottage, complete with a kettle whistling on the stove. Counters and shelves and surfaces everywhere are covered by clay creations. “Is anyone here?” Franco walks through, trying to find a back exit. Beyond the front area and the kitchen, there’s a living room filled with pictures and books. Despite a general feeling of wariness, curiosity wins out and takes a closer looks at the frames. There are many smiling faces and moments in time that stare back at him, a lot of them appearing more than once. He’s so distracted by looking at the faces, trying to figure out which one owns the cottage, that he doesn’t hear a soft growling from behind. He doesn’t see the figure approaching his back until it’s too late- all he can see is the reflection of something being swung behind him before it all goes dark.

Curiosity killed the cat, and all that.

There’s an ache wrapping his head in cotton, senses dulled and sluggish when he comes to. The first thing he processes is something rough and wet pressing against his ears. Franco’s eyes snap open to see a big dog blocking most of his vision and licking the side of his face.

He lets out a yell and goes to push the dog away when he realizes his wrists and ankles have been restrained to a chair.

“What the…”

“How did you find me here?” A voice comes from the dark corner of whatever room he’s in- he’s probably concussed, he’s going to give himself grace at his lack of awareness. Squinting his eyes to try and make out any features at all doesn’t help. Luckily, the man- and he knows it’s a man from the voice- steps into the ring of light around the center of the room.

And he’s. The man is quite pretty, in Franco’s opinion. Planes of tanned skin and a mess of rich brown curls atop his head. He’s lean, but not skinny, Franco can see muscles shift in his legs when he moves and in his arms when he lifts-

“Wait, wait, wait!” He stops the man from swinging a damn frying pan at his head again. He realizes he hadn’t been listening to him talking, whoops. He does the safe thing and answers the first question, “I didn’t find you anywhere, don’t even know who you are. Although, if the fates did guide me here I wouldn’t complain.” He feels his lips pull back into an impish grin.

Fuck his natural tendencies to flirt his way out of situations. Damn. The man steps back and lowers his weapon out of shock.

“What?”

Franco winces to himself but ultimately decides to lean into it as long as it keeps the pan away from his head. “Franco Colapinto, and I’m here because the Mother decided you’re too pretty to be as lonesome as you are. She led me here.” The man raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. Even the dog sits back on its haunches, eyebrows furrowed like it’s giving him a judgmental look. He doesn’t cringe, not one bit. “And who are you?”

He hesitates a moment before answering, “Lando.” Then he gestures to the dog, who is still staring at Franco. “And this is Max. But why are you here?”

And uh oh. Suddenly he remembers the satchel and the prized diadem hidden within. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Where is it? The satchel.”

Lando’s face turns smug. “It’s somewhere you’ll never find it.” The dog barks in agreement.

He cranes his neck to peer at the various pots in the corners of the room. One sticks out to him, bright and beautiful. “It’s in that pot, isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow. Lando narrows his eyes and sucks in a breath, swinging the pan at Franco’s head before he can even open his mouth to protest.

There’s something pulling at the side of his face. A rough, wet type of friction that’s- Franco’s eyes snap open again to see Max with his paws up on the side of chair, licking his ear.

“Stop doing that,” he whips his back as far as he can to get away from the dog-breath. Somehow, Max seems to understand, pulling back and padding over to sit at his master’s feet. Speaking of, Franco drags his eyes appreciatively over Lando.

“Now you’ll never find it.” His grin is infectious, and he might be the worst kidnapper Franco’s ever met. He wonders how long it’s been since he’s socialized with another human being, or maybe even anything living that’s not the dog.

“That’s alright, I think I’ve found something more valuable anyways.” It’s really not alright, the diadem is worth fortunes, but he doesn’t quite think the wealth of the Seven Kingdoms equates to seeing a blush spread across his cheeks.

“Enough.” He snaps, but Franco doesn’t feel chastised. It’s hard to when he can see the effects of his words on the man. “If you want it back you’re going to do me a favor.”

“A favor?” He allows his eyes to drag over him again. Franco knows that’s not what he meant, he just can’t help but to tease such a responsive victim.

Lando scowls at him. “I want to see the stars.”

“The stars?” Disbelieving. A possession worth more than their lives in his grasp, a criminal with a reward of thousands, and he wants to see stars? “Uh, you can’t just go outside and see them?”

“No, not those ones. The ones that only come out once a year. Tomorrow night.”

Ah, he’s talking about the lanterns for the lost prince. Should be easy enough.

“Alright, Lando, you’ve got yourself a deal. Release me.”

Lando stands for a few moments, studying him. Once he’s decided Franco probably won’t attack him and run, he carefully unties the binds that connected Franco and the chair.

“Well, come on then princess, we’ve got some lights to see.”