#Joy North

[grumpyghostdoodles]

Art request for clover to pick up starlo and embarrass him even more

No respect for the elders, smh.

And DONT WORRY, hes not actually mad, just embarassed and pouting that his baby is all grown up

(Post that ask is referring to)

[northduhcodeuh]

Happy Valentine’s Day 😌

The garden state x The peace garden state- like…-

Decided to draw one of my fav ships. They make me wanna scream, I love them. Like, sillies in love. ❤️

They are so head over heels in love. I swear. I wanna squish them.

[catfindr]

[alphazed]

Too litlle too late...

Fanart for @north-noire Hidden Hands au!! I've been following them closely and i love their fnaf au work. The two chapters of fanfiction is amazing so far sjjwhzjshqkq

I just very very recently got a drawing tablet so this was kinda testing it out, i wanted to see what i could do with it. Hence the sketchy-ness of it. But it still came out pretty good!!!!

[kewpiexo]

another rotg elsa thing- one of my branching off aus is that she's his apprentice, and there's Another one where she's even mrs claus depending on who i wanna ship her with

[nr1-logo-design-inspiration]

Cute polar bear illustration ♡

[manchestergalore]

Iconic shot of Joy Division walking in the snow near Manchester Cathedral

6th January 1979

Photo taken by Kevin Cummins: "I didn’t want a formal band shot. I wanted it to look more ethereal - lost souls wandering around in the snow."

[princescar]

I just know Junko watched the Santa Clause and Home Alone and went to Mukuro with the most batshit crazy plan an elementary schooler could come up with

[flowercrowngods]

oh the inherent healing of rearranging your home. love is stored here.

[grumpyghostdoodles]

Awwww that was so cute! Can we see more of Martlet and Starlo’s coparenting?

Oh hell to the yeah!! One serving of family fluff coming right up!

in regards to the previous drawing, let me tell yall a story: We let the neighbour's chickens graze in our garden. One time I was walking in my backyard, and accidentally stepped too close to a baby chicken, and the mother sprinted at me and jumped vertically, aiming for my eyes. Not my LEG, the thing that was closer to the baby, my EYES. The bitch went straight for the kill. In conclussion, mamma birds are terrifying, so Martlet deserves to be as well <3

And a bonus Clover with the kiddos:

[faguscarolinensis]

Nymphaea x 'Purple Joy' / 'Purple Joy' Water Lily at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: Three young people on a road trip from Colorado to New Jersey talk to a trucker on their CB radio, then must escape when he turns out to be a psychopathic killer.

This movie's main cast is one of the weirdest convergences of the mod's different interests. It's honestly so bizarre, it's enough for her to put this on the watchlist.

[icediamonds]

ned stark and howland reed >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> arthur dayne

[poeticnorth]

This is technically my Second Hymn to Nótt, but I think The Dreamer's Hymn to Nótt is a better title

[spacedoutman]

【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1)

Description: Kiss—A name worthy for the gang who kissed everything goodbye for money, thrills and most of all, to go out in a blaze of glory.

Y/N, a once aspiring actor not only struggles to find their place in all of it, but to save their husband, Paul Stanley, whose desperate to be saved as his feet sink deeper in the mud with each robbery and heist.

Morals are not only tested, but wrecked. Will the members turn on each other before they can even catch a breath or can they work together to deter the cops for just a few days longer? Will one slip up or wrong turn on the road lead to everyone filled with led and their corpses displayed proudly on poster cards?

Can you and Paul lie to each other and pretend that everything’s okay and that none of this is happening?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: I'm very new to using Y/N so if it's a bit funny let me know please! I also moved the era up to the 30s. I have so much planned for this fanfiction and I appreciate all of your support MILLIONSSS!!!~~<3

I know Gene won the poll, but when I thought in depth about it, x Paul would open up a lot more doors in this circumstance. Promise I'll do a G x reader though! This fanfic is gonna go a lot of places and I couldn't be more excited for it (or maybe make Gene a mob boss who knows)

Hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Thank you for reading <3

Warnings: None

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2 / 𝖆𝖔3

Silence eased in. Just like her presence. The piano slowed as her face, framed by tight, heavenly curls conquered the screen. Her eyes flitted down. She tensed. A frown painted on her thin lips. Tears welled in her lifeless eyes, sparkling like a lake under the evening sun. Her long, full lashes could’ve hit her cheek. A tear ran down her face, leaving a line in her blush.

Your heart sped up. You leaned close as you could get without hitting the seat in front of you. Tears barreled down your face. Your mother laid a hand on your shoulder, gently pulling you back. Your gleaming eyes were wide and alert. Your mouth hung open. “Y/N.” Your mother’s soft voice filled your ears. “Sit back.”

Your eyes followed the woman, who raced through the black and white mansion like it was some sort of dance. She snatched a suited man’s sleeve. He looked down with a flat gaze as she yanked it over and over with everything she could muster. The burning light from the massive window behind her touched her edges. She glowed like a jewel. Her lips moved. The excited piano spoke for her.

‘Don’t you want something else? Something other than to leave me here to rot?’

White words in a thin frame pasted across a black screen before the man looked down. He frowned. His brows slightly furrowed. He breathed as quick as a rabbit ran. Run he did. He tore away. She stumbled, clutching her chest and toppling into the silk curtains. How you could tell? The way they shone. He stared as she hugged the cloth like it was keeping her from falling. To where? Who knew.

Her legs trembled and buckled. She buried her face in her large fur coat and collapsed. The piano calmed as the screen faded to black. You tugged your mom’s sleeve. “Mom.” You whispered sharply, furrowing your brows tightly. Your mother looked down, her eyes widened a little. “Those curtains are silk.”

“They could be anything, dear. Enjoy the movie.”

Your mother looked up. You tugged her sleeve harder. Her eyes fell. “Do you think I’ll ever be her??”

“Quiet down.” She gently pat your head. “Now, what do you mean by that?”

“Do you think I can be where she is?”

“On the silver screen?” Your mother’s face softened as she looked out. You nodded quickly. Your mother glanced. “Well, you’ve got to be at the right place at the right time. It also depends mostly on who you know.”

“But I could do it nonetheless, couldn’t I?”

“I believe you could.”

Your head calmed like a still sea. The piano faded. Quiet chatter whispered in its place. Your eyes drifted to the screen. Your mother pulled her handbag from beside her and stood up. You looked down. “Dear.” Your eyes widened, shooting to your mother. She smiled softly, holding her bag close. She rested her hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Your heart sped up.

“I know you can.”

1931.

Cool mist touched your neck. Roses flooded your lungs like an ocean. You breathed deeply and gave it another good spray. The fancy flower-shaped bottle sat cozy in your palm as you slipped it on your vanity. The little liquid left inside settled in the very bottom. You pulled the necklace from between your lips and put it on.

You fiddled with the clip for what felt like years—all while your reflection judged you. You sighed. A little more perfume. You couldn’t wipe away your smile. What was it even for? You leaned forward. You turned a bit. Your blush was symmetrical. You tilted your chin and applied a little more red to your lips. Your eye twitched.

Your eyeliner wasn’t close to symmetrical by a long shot. Another deep breath. The smell of roses eased your fried nerves. Copper pennies strung evenly around your neck, shining like gold. You fixed your dress collar just one more time before cupping your tight waves. “Wonderful.” You sighed tiredly as you laid back in the wooden chair like it was a bed.

You stopped yourself from laying a hand over your eyes.

Your chest caved as you let out every bit of air left in your lungs. Silence was as golden as cash and as golden as the ring on your finger. You smiled warmly.

“Treasure?”

A voice soft as moonlight interrupted. You slid off the chair, hopping up and rushing through the bedroom. You reached out. The door eased open. There he was. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a bird. Joy washed through your head like it was the first time you met. You swore there wasn’t a moment love held those large, exhausted brown eyes captive.

You melted in his arms, sinking in his chest like butter. He leaned into you. One hand rested gently on the back of your head, the other on your waist. His touch turned that joy into pure ecstasy. He rested his chin on your head. You snuggled into his mud-caked red checkered shirt and overalls. The stench of sweat and probably pig shit scorched your nose. You fought yourself to breathe.

“I’m so sorry.” You murmured. He swept the flat cap off his head, letting it hit the floor. “I.. I still get overwhelmed by your presence.”

You stepped back. There was no way in hell you’d pull your eyes away from his. His little smile turned to a shining airy grin. “I’d have it no other way.” He cupped your hands. The moment your palms touched, you swore a bit of electric buzzed. You popped up, planting a long kiss on Paul’s soft lips. You still felt his smile under yours.

“Ready for bed?” You said softly, pulling away. He chuckled.

“I’ve got to get changed.” He sighed lightheartedly. “If I move wrong, the mud’s gonna fall off.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Don’t take long.” You playfully corrected.

“And what if I do?” He cooed, tapping your nose.

“Then I’ll be asleep when you get in here.” You smirked. His gaze somehow got softer.

“I knew I had to see you.” His voice lowered barely over a loving whisper. “You’re a blessing.”

“I could say the same for you.”

Your gaze intoxicated him. His gaze herded every worry from your soul. It was like you stood in front of him at the altar all over again. He lightly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer tan peas in a pod. You laid your hands on his chest, closing your eyes. His heartbeat surrounded you like an echo. You swore you didn’t need anything else.

“Don’t you need a new necklace?” He teased. Your lips fell to the corner of his mouth.

“I need my Stanley to come back to bed.” You purred. “Tell him that I’ll come down with a belt if he pushes it.”

Paul giggled. “I’m surprised it took you that long to use your mother’s perfume.” He combed his hand over your hair, careful not to mess it up. “What are you all dolled up for anyway?”

“I don’t know. You usually don’t come home this early.”

“Treasure. It’s almost midnight.”

You clutched him, shutting your eyes tightly. “You.. don’t come home till’ Sunday, if even.” You faltered, gloom leaking in. “I wish I could see you more often. I’d do anything.” Paul closed his eyes. He squeezed you.

“I’m working for it. We’ll be together before we know it.”

The words crawled to the top of your throat. You held your breath for a split second.

“You don’t get paid.”

“Seeing you is enough.” He forced in a sprinkle of joy.

“Seeing you is enough for me too. But we can’t live this. You and I both know it.”

“Once I get enough, we’ll be in the city before you know it.” His hand ran down your back, stopping midway. “And before you know it.. you’ll be on the silver screen. Just like you always wanted.”

[saydesole]

Black Girl Cottage Core