#I'M SCREAMINGGGGGGG

[loveydoveylex]

HE'S BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sea-of-machines]

fuck yeaaahhhhh let's go

also look at that album cover photo it's fucking marvelous

[amaranth]

IS BBH BLONDE?

[emerald-dream]

@bloodyteethangel WHAT? HELP ME!!! 💥💥💥

[taems-world]

Ain't no way they performed love talk at kcon

[pjs-everyday]

"ah! loid, we have guests waiting in the other room!" >>> "so?" 😇

[halogalopaghost]

Some fanart of your tmnt 2003 fic 'Not Alone'. Words are not my strong point, so hopefully fanart is cool! I'm a huge fan of your writing; the tone, feeling, and characterizations have inspired me to create many times. So thanks, and Happy Birthday!

(I wasn't sure which blog to send it to or if I got the day right, either way, I hope you have a good one!)

Oh I am HOLLERIN AND STOMPING MY LITTLE FEET OMG!!!!! They're so precious!! Thank you SO much, I love your art and your comics so much, this is so special and it's 100% going into the digital photo frame rotation!!! 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[darlingdaisyfarm]

OH MY GOD PLEASE THIS IS SO GOOD

Shout out to this Stanley almost making me lose my Kofi LMAO

[theheadlesshat]

so tøp released a new video and uuuh

(sure i know they are passé for the common presumptious tumblr user within the post-emo scene but. sucks for you guys this is the most fun i've had in a long while i'm going fucking insane)

[aelswiths]

Alfred...you will never leave me.

Aelswith and Alfred killing me in 3x03

[redhead-reporter]

Working with Peter, partnering with him in his life as Spider-man, had exposed MJ to a ton of unbelievable things over the last six or eight months. But NOTHING had shaken her quite as severely as this, and with good reason. Despite the fact that she DID believe him, knew him well enough by now that she could spot one of his panicked lies through the Holland Tunnel, that didn't make processing the truth of what he had to say any easier. It would be bad enough to try to stomach the idea of the other universes, that he'd BEEN to one more than once. But the idea that these places, for all of their vast differences, had her ... had THEM in common? As much as she hated that he'd lied to her, again, she couldn't blame him for being freaked out by it. Frankly MJ was sort of freaked out by it, chaffing just as Peter had against the idea that her feelings for him weren't her CHOICE.

Sure it could be a romantic notion to think every version of reality pushed them together because that's where they were MEANT to be. But it could also feel like a chain around the ankle, a SHACKLE that robbed them of any kind of free will. What if he RESENTED that someday in the future? What if she did? What if they-

But then Peter took her hand and all that noise in her head QUIETED.

The multiverse (and all its complications) simply vanished. MJ was here, with him, and the world was no larger than the TWO of them. It didn't need to be, she didn't WANT it to be. Not when he was saying the most important things he ever had to her, when she needed to be listening to her HEART rather than the chaos in her head. Like Peter so clearly was, a realization that caused her breath to hitch and an uncharacteristically shy smile to form on her lips. No, no the multiverse and all its bullshit had NOTHING to do with this. It couldn't explain the way he made her heart pound, her head fuzzy, calmed every nerve and soothed every worry. That was all him; that was REAL, and they'd both been dancing around it for way, way too long.

MJ slowly squeezed the hand that Peter was holding as she slipped her fingers between his, INTERLOCKING their grip in a way they never had before. She then reached up with her free hand and placed it softly on his cheek, her thumb sweeping across its apple as she rose to her tip toes to press their foreheads tenderly together. Every motion SLOW, deliberate, making it clear that she wanted to do this but giving him plenty of time to stop her if that's what he wanted. MJ released a shaky exhale of RELIEF the moment they collided, nuzzling her nose briefly against his. "I..." she started softly, then cut herself off with a tiny giggle as she heard just how NERVOUS she clearly was. Since when did Mary Jane Waston get nervous?

"... I want to be with you TOO, Tiger."

Well. They were doing this then, huh? Not just the conversation about the multiverse and the alternate versions that he’d met and heard about, but that question. That huge question. Peter’s heart pounded like it hadn’t since… maybe since the first time he’d tested the webshooters at a significant height. A step off something safe and into thin air, knowing how it might go but also not knowing for sure until he took that leap. Deep breath, Peter Parker.

“I didn’t want to be. Not at first,” he started, fidgeting with his hands as he squashed the urge to just dive out the nearest window and get himself out of this conversation. What he had to say, what he needed to say if MJ wanted him to be completely honest, wasn’t all going to be nice or maybe what she wanted to hear. “Like I said, I’ve spent… years on my own. Not just um… but friends, too. I’ve always just kept myself too busy with Spider-Man stuff to let anything go past like, I dunno, casual acquaintance or even just straight up been as horrible a person as I could be to push them away. And then in walks this person who I’ve met and heard about in other universes. The other Peters, they…I mean they’ve all got slightly different stories. ‘s the multiverse for you. But…” But there’d been a constant in their stories. MJ, regardless of what the initials stood for. The affection he’d seen between the younger Peter and Michelle Jones-Watson. The older Peter telling him that while things could be complicated, he and Mary Jane had worked things out. And that he shouldn’t give up on the idea of having someone in his life. Advice that he’d largely ignored until recently.

“I was freaked out. I didn’t even… I mean, heck, Oscorp doesn’t exist in Peter 1- the younger Peter’s world but that was such a big part of my life and what’s happened to me. I thought, I dunno, maybe there wasn’t an MJ here. I didn’t know until- until you showed up.” And he’d subsequently run from her at almost every given opportunity. “Just… the idea of destiny or some bigger story just… I- I don’t even know. Plus I didn’t want you getting hurt because of me even if I didn’t know you that well then, y’know?” He was fidgeting again, talking himself in circles. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to avoid the question forever, but still futilely attempting to. “But then we got put on that assignment together and then you found out and then I was gonna try and cut things off before anything else happened but we had to find out who those guys were and stop them and…”

God, why did he feel like the awkward, shy, hopeless kid he’d been in high school again? Well, probably because the last time he’d been through these emotions he had been. It was no exaggeration that he’d avoided any relationships since losing Gwen. Too scarred by his decision to go wherever she went for the rest of their lives getting cut short almost as soon as the words had left his mouth. Too unwilling to let anyone else in, and knowing he could never be in a relationship with someone who didn’t know all sides of his life. Too much on his shoulders, even if he’d been the one to put it all there. He’d had plenty to keep himself busy with and told himself that was all he needed in his life. That it was his responsibility to keep everyone in NYC safe and that extended to limiting anyone in Peter Parker’s life to just basic knowldge about him- if that. All the Bugle or the labs he worked at needed to know were his qualifications and where to send his paychecks. All his co-workers needed to know was that he could and would do his job (…eventually, anyways). And then MJ had changed all that. And he wasn’t quite sure how she’d done it, either.

He reached for her hand again, taking it this time.

“I wanted to push you away. And I tried. But I… I don’t want to do that any more. You’re amazing, MJ. And even- even if this is some weird multiverse thing at play or fate or whatever else- I mean, heck, I don’t even know if it does work out for all of the Peters and MJs in other words or even the ones I know… I still want to be by your side.”

[rockshrimp1989]

These headshots I'M SCREAMINGGGGGGG!!🤩

[ibabyimpala]

His face omg

Those secrets that are hidden in this face

Ronan my sweetheart😭

I'm SCREAMINGGGGGGG

These three, my beloved ones—no I'm not gonna cry for them :)))

[wildwren]

wildwren -> butcharondir

suprizeeeeeee! this is a rings of power blog, bitches butches! i don't know if this is actually a surprise to any of you, but it has been an age since i was deeply feral and if you're new here, you should probably be warned about how feral im about to get. block the tag if you must! (#the rings of power, #the rings of power spoilers). rings of power is great and i love it! arondir is the character of all time! (to me)

i'm particularly excited about arondir, theo, isildur, and estrid's journey. i'm preparing for the pain of losing bronwyn and seeing how arondir and theo bond in the wake of that grief. i will be having so many meltdowns about the arondir and isildur monsterslaying buddy journey. im so so excited about the numenorean politics -- the tension between elendil, miriel, earien, and pharazon sounds like its going to be SO juicy. everything with galadriel and elrond is going to be top shelf for me. im so excited to see disa sing again and to see how how/if the dwarves connect to the eregion plot. and yes, im excited about celebrimbor's descent and the celebrimbor x annatar but there are enough people obsessed with those dudes (affectionate) so i'll probably be repping other characters a lot more than them. prepare for lots of giffing and screaminggggggg. charlotte brändström saying that this season is going to be darker and more character-driven??? i am so so so ready.

[wiredcapability]

Even in the darkness, Negan could see the faint change in Michelle's color-- she was blushing. He wouldn't dare call her out on it though. The knowledge alone was satisfying enough. Or hell, maybe he WOULD call her out on it. He was still deciding.

His eyes couldn't help but drink in her form as she stepped past him. He knew damn well it wasn't the time to be having these kinds of thoughts, but there he was-- having those kinds of thoughts.

Hell, they were safe now, weren't they? Shielded from the dangers that stopped him from stealing that kiss he wanted so badly out there? There was no reason NOT TO in here.

Ignoring her question, he shined the light up to her face, ❝ Forgive me if I'm mistaken here, but-- are you blushing, Michelle? ❞

He decided to call her out on it, afterall.

Michelle was incredibly grateful for the darkness in that warehouse because she knew Negan's flirtatious words sparked an intense blush. She could feel it in her cheeks, and prayed the illumination from their flashlights didn't give it away.

It all made her wonder yet again why he didn't kiss her back there. Maybe she was really just insinuating things that simply weren't there at all? Or maybe she remembered the moment inaccurately? No... that wasn't it. She remembered the moment quite vividly.

God, why was she still thinking about the damn ALMOST kiss!? Her behavior was borderline PITIFUL at this point. She was thirty-three acting like she was in high school, and she needed it to STOP.

❝ Well, I still refuse to take any of that blame and ya can't make me. ❞ she replied jokingly, walking past him into the abandoned office.

❝ You're right though, this IS cozy! I say we stay here once we're done checkin' the rest out? ❞

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Thar post of yours "Nanami pushing his weight down on you while you-" had me screaminggggggg🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😩😩😩😩

🤭🤭🤭 I'm gonna write that blurb into a long writing fr