#NOT TO MENTION THE NECKLACE

[thebatapex]

what the fuck i had the worst realization ever.

i came across a post about pjo wrath of the triple goddess and i was like cool i want to read that

and then i immediately thought back on chalice of the gods (its prequel) and i was like i miss the dynamics and then obviously i made the connection to WHO bought me that book

and now that * and i are, unfortnately no longer together, WHO'S GOING TO BUY ME BOOKS WHAT THE FUCK.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Two people were talking and one went, "That's a funky dead guy on your necklace," to which the other replies, "That's Jesus Christ."

[tsukk1]

[senfrogs band au] the sillies in merch ft. two pretty bestfriends ✌🏽⭐️

[pillowspace]

Recently realized that I'm the only person who even knows what Eclipse is wearing underneath the jacket

[rosehaunt]

moodboard for The Ouroboros necklace, from Double Take Artistry

[annt-i]

Jack and Alex playing chess, courtesy of a suggestion by @sayaka19fan

[kindahoping4forever]

🗣️👋🏻🇵🇹📍🏟️🐂🐂🤷🏼‍♂️🔛🥁⏳

[zorosdimples]

the world’s first zoro + kae comm by the most talented and lovely @bloompompom !!!! i missed her first round of comms, so i entered her raffle giveaway, and (to my shock) won! this was my first comm ever, and bloomy was endlessly kind and helpful in guiding me through the process. she was highly communicative and never for a moment did i worry about the timeframe or final result. i truly cannot recommend bloomy enough—her talent speaks for itself! anyway, if you need me you can find me staring at myself and my man for the rest of the day 🫶🏻

[h0nkshroom]

a handful of silly lil followers that my friends made in my first playthrough + their traits that they each got

[3v3ry0n3z-fav3-al13n-x3]

am n0t 0bs3ss3d w scr3am wdym.. O_O"

[paper-daisy]

God, can you imagine what Rick would've been like if he'd been there for Michonne's pregnancy? He went to so much effort to find her toothpaste - and not just any sort, the exact flavour she said was her favourite - I can just see him off on a two day scavenger hunt just to bring her back a jar of olives she mentioned craving.

[acebytaemin]

so sorry for being besotted as if i could help it.

[aquareegia]

Sorry random question~ what’s your favourite piece of sleep token merch that you own and what’s your favourite piece of fan mad merch you own? (if you have any)

Love your blog 🖤

Hey 👋

Ok so obviously the physical copies of their music are my favourites but idk if that counts as merch.

If it comes to clothing, idk I love all of my shirts and hoodies (I also got one of the reaper angel which I forgot here lol). If I had to choose I'd probably pick the Ascensionism & coral heart jumpers and the TPWBYT hoodie!

As of fanmade merch I love all the art I got and the two bracelets from @moonchild-in-blue & @vesselsscarlet, which I haven't taken off since I got them! 🥺🫶

And fanmade by me, I love the tinies I made last year! They are wonky and messy but I love them all! 🥺

I have some other merch too but I think that's enough, lol. I'm basically a walking billboard for Sleep Token at this point! 😂

Thank you! 🥺🫶

[nburkhardt]

SAW THIS ON TWITTER AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF STEDDIE!!!! IMAGINE WITH ME:

Eddie walking into the pandora store not really thinking of buying anything, just wanting to get ideas…maybe. He and Steve aren’t quite ready for anything that serious. But someday, yeah definitely someday. He can tell the ones working are eyeing him, most likely due to his clothes. But he doesn’t bother them, too busy looking at the rings so obviously meant for guys. All of them too boring and none screaming at him. Too formal, too plain. It’s as he’s walking out of the store that it catches his eye, he stops dead. Moving towards the glass. They’re sitting next to each other in the same box. They’re perfect, it’s everything; It’s Steve, it’s them. It’s making his heart beat faster. He can see it right now, sees Steve wearing one half and him with the matching.

Someday, he’ll hold the box out to Steve. He’ll slide one onto his finger, kiss him and pulls the other half for Steve to slide on his finger. They’ll be dorks, hold hands to see the rings close.

Until then, he’ll keep the box close and wait for the day he can ask the question; “Will you marry me, Steve Harrington?”

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[rennelelorren]

I really happy to see the talk about bethroal necklace, that Katara made for Zuko.

But also...

Am I the only one who think that Zuko would take the necklace and wear it for half of a year thinking it was just really cool present from Katara (until Sokka informed it is not that) bc in his mind he couldn't connect that this is indeed bethroal necklace and Katara want him this way?

[romance-rambles]

modern clarence | an appropriate staring distance

While at the beach, you take a moment to appreciate your handsome boyfriend while he's taking a nap—and also when he's not.

1.2k, fluff + established relationship, reader is mc, series: none

NAVY BLUE STICKS OUT TO you the moment you open your eyes.

Your aching shoulder protests your decision to stay as you are, on your side, facing a still sleeping Clarence. Like this, he looks much younger—you're reminded of the time you had to force him to take a nap. Like this, he's simply the cute guy you managed to score not one but multiple dates with, just Clarence, instead of the incredibly smart and wonderful and kind Student Council President.

You glance at the circular table set between your two beach chairs, taking note of his glasses resting primly upon its surface. With him often having to juggle two different kinds of glasses, you'd offered to put them in your bag so that he could pack lighter. Or, as light as he can.

Right now, it's awkwardly squished behind you, miraculously still on the chair only because it's too big to fall out the gap under the armrest.

Filling in the blanks comes as easily to you as the smile on your face when you get to see your boyfriend, nearly the same one on your face right now—and the expression that goes with it is so endlessly fond that you find yourself with the urge to hit something.

Simply put, your boyfriend is a handsome man—the most handsome one, of all the men your keen eyes have gazed upon. And gazed, they certainly have. But even if they didn't have to pick, then they would gaze at only Clarence for the rest of their life..

You almost giggle at the thought, but think against it at the last minute.

But pressing your lips firmly into a thin line has the opposite effect on your budding smile. You imagine you look rather strange to anyone who passes by—what with your mockery of a wide smile and the silent scream building up in your throat, paired with the quiet thumping of your feet against the legrest.

If you were in a more private space, you would resort to kicking instead.

A proper squish to your still warm cheeks as you begin to sit up helps ease up the passion swirling chaotically across your body. You exhale, then allow your hands to slide off your face. One side of it bears the consequences of your actions more than the other.

With a one last longing at the sleeping Clarence, you start to dig through your bag for the only thing in your arsenal that could substitute for a sketchbook.

There are a few miscellaneous promotion emails waiting for you on the lockscreen. A message from Cael asking about dinner tomorrow too. Somewhere between them, there's a notice about the weather, with the temperature from an almost hour ago listed uselessly.

You swipe past them all and hurriedly slip into the camera app.

The hand holding your phone steadies itself against the armrest as you swing your legs over the edge of your chair. A thumb hovers over the capture button, vigilantly awaiting your command. The fingers of your other hand, meanwhile, busy themselves with zooming in on the captivating scenery.

With each pinch, the focus grows ever narrow—until all that remains is Clarence and nothing else.

At one point, you try to zoom into the mole under his eye, but it doesn't make for a very compelling photo. After a few attempts, quite a few of which involve staring at your screen for prolonged periods of time, you reluctantly give up.

Your pout is soon covered up by your phone. When its front camera presses against your upper lip, your gaze is free to wander back to the sleeping beauty beside you once more.

A healing effect, exclusive to him, takes hold of you instantaneously.

Eyes brimming with fondness narrow slightly. You slide off your beach chair, hands on your bent knees as you take a closer look. You can make out the shadows cast by his long lashes and the drool dribbling past his chin.

He's perfect.

You're content to stay there until your knees begin to ache, reminding you insistently that this isn't a very comfortable position to be in. As a compromise of some kind, you adjust your arms atop the nearby armrest.

It really would be better if you'd brought your sketchbook along—but, you think, remembering his workaholic tendencies, would he even bother to take a nap then?

You scrunch your nose up at the thought.

In that moment, Clarence seems sense to your presence. When you look back at him, you're greeted with the sight of confusion in his now opened, but still drowsy gaze. He blinks, and it earns him an amused grin from you.

"Morning," you say, though it's well into afternoon.

That seems to wake him up. His cheeks flush a warm pink, and he hurriedly wipes away the drool on his face, as though you haven't already committed the sight to your memory.

Clearing his throat, he responds in kind, careful to sit up in such a way that he avoids looking at you.

"You don't have to be so close...I can see you just fine."

You laugh, not unkindly. "What if I'm the one who's having trouble?"

For a moment, when he turns back to look at you, he looks alarmed. Then, his shoulders relax to the tune of a sigh, his groggy mind apparently having caught onto the fact that you were joking.

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for his glasses. But as with the issue of walking into a cave without a flashlight, even if you vaguely recall where your destination is, there's no guarantee you'll actually reach it.

"Give me a second," you mutter, your annoyance making your tone a bit too sharp.

You follow your words up with an apology. His glasses held are carefully by the frames as your sheepish gaze connects with his faintly amused one. Clarence reaches out, getting as far as grasping the slanted tips of the frame before the two of you reach a mutual agreement.

"Well." His cheeks return to being a rosy hue. He coughs politely. "If you would."

Cute. Biting your lip giddily, you shake his grip off. A quick once-over of your surroundings before you stand up shows that no one seems to be paying attention to you. And unless your friends and acquaintences have come to together to unlock the secrets of invisibility, no one you know seems to be present either.

Leaning over, you line his glasses up against his face, the tips of his frame brushing against his cheek. It takes only a moment to slot them into place—and you have enough experience with doing so that they don't snag against his ears.

It takes only a moment longer to give him an innocent peck on the lips.

"There," you murmur, not entirely satisfied with the kiss.

His Adam's apple bobs. Clarence adjusts his glasses with an awkward look that suggests he has some kind of solution to your dilemma. You, of course, beat him to the punch.

"Why—" Your voice cracks a little. "—don't we go find a different spot?"

He smiles, narrowed eyes watching you fondly. "I was about to suggest the same thing."