#Or it will flop. Either way

[prolibytherium]

Imagining Dennis getting pestered into driving Mac to a motel to meet "Johnny" and cracking myself up

[arundolyn]

ouchie

[starblizzard247]

Me, an aroace, when I see close friends in media

The aroace part of me: Aw, it’s so nice to see friendships being given as much importance as romantic relationships. I want to have a friendship like that too!

The shippy part of me: THEY’RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR-

[sunbloomdew]

19yo baxter my worstie <33 (pls i love him sm)

my moot @maybeanartist02 told me that baxter reacts in a pretty interesting way if you tell him that you volunteer and this is one of the things he says. pls his reaction is everything, it's so fun skfhskjfshsdfjs just when i think i know everything about baxter ward i learn 5 new things in one playthrough,,,

i've been thinking about this line for days so i had to get it out of my system somehow (o/////o " ) this started out as a simple doodle omg

clothes ref i found on pinterest below!

i'm sorry but im an eye shirt hater. i don't like (to draw) it,,

[puddii-ng]

cantarella valk + extras (￣∀￣)

created for the enstars.projects instagram ES x Vocaloid collab!!! :3

[wouteke]

Koppenbergcross 2017 mathieu beautiful prey animal supercut + interview. ft. wout and separately christoph for 2 seconds

[preciouslandmermaid]

spencer/reader + southern gothic aesthetic "I'm just a child, but I'm not above violence My mama raised me better than that..."

the mosquitoes and frogs sing their discordant symphony above the rustling oak leaves and Spanish moss that drape over branches like abandoned wedding veils. you push your toes on the damp floorboards and the rocking chair tilts backward, and your stomach lurches as you sway forward. the old book on your lap with yellowed pages and a musty scent lays open like a vivisected hare. a gnat lands on the corner of the page and you try to flick it away. you accidentally killed it and your brows furrow softly. the hinges on the screen door squeak and you break your monotonous rhythm, the rocking chair sway cut short. "garcia says we're lucky we have cell service," spencer says, with his hands in his pockets, before his eyes flick to your lap, "what're you reading?" "mm." you nod. "nice of the chief to let us use his house." you close the book and self-consciously wipe the title with your hand (the one that killed the gnat). "did you know that franz kafka didn't want bugs on the cover of his book?" "you're reading 'the metamorphosis'," he guesses. "it's a comfort read," you say, shrugging, your toes pushing the floorboards again. spencer slowly sits in the rocking chair beside you and you silently return to the symphonies of the moist, summer night. at least - you do until spencer starts talking about his interpretation of the novel and you listen, your eyes focused on the harsh, slice of darkness where the porch light doesn't reach.

[whenthegoldrays]

[emily-mooon]

Nancy Wheeler the shoujo manga protagonist you are what with your love triangle and everything about you my pookie <3

[astralnymphh]

okay. so like. opinions on a first person perspective oneshot, but it's ellie's perspective? and written like one of her journal entries? total dork!ellie dive crushing on reader from her perspective? because i want to switch things up a bit and do something memorable for one of my autumntime uploads! tired of the same old writing style for each and every fic tbh I want to actually delve into her chatecter and.. act it out? in a real sense? iykwim.

[aplpaca]

nothing like seeing so many people on instagram be like "the algorithm isn't working, my visibility is so low, I'm not getting any likes on my posts" (while said posts are getting 50+ likes) to realize that tumblr selects for weird drought tolerant species and instagram selects for ones that can't handle something even remotely approaching a flop post

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinks about the master & the doctor cuddling thinks about them cuddling thinks about them cuddling thinks about them cuddlign thinks-

[gideonisms]

well. I guess I am just embracing the daniel craig of it all

[angstigone]

WARNINGS: grief, character death, spoilers for the manga, she/her - afab character, au in which reader is a witch, practical magic themed.

«what kind of witch are you if you can't even resuscitate a cat?».

anger stricked the girl's brown eyes as her darker hair fell onto them, to hide the tears of frustration that you knew were brewing; your smile turned lightly as you fretted around the small garden of the cottage to pluck down different herbs, careful not to disrupt the blooming flowers.

«a good and knowledgeable witch» you replied, as you raised - with a slight hiss at the tension in your knees - to face her fully as you discarded the large hat underneath your chin. one of your hands gestured to the neat old table at the center of your private garden where two chair were set.

the girl wasn't the first that had come to her to have something brought back to life, somebody close to her that she had lost and now wanted back even just to make amends.

a cat was the focus of her pleading, although anger had settled in her young features.

you must have looked like that long ago and that's how you knew what to answer.

«I think you are just... a charlatan! here's what you are!» the girl refused your attempt at being pacified, throwing her arms in the air angrily and you couldn't help but feel pity for her.

if she was this desperate for a cat, you thought her life must be miserable without it in it anymore.

still, you knew better.

«to prove to you that I am not a charlatan I shall explain why I can't bring back your adorable crambon» you sat down on the chair comfortably adjusting the house clothes you were around the garden and putting off your gloves with a moan of relief as there was not anything that you hated more than the lack of contact «... when beings die... they... death changes them».

the act of passage from the land of the living to the one of the dead was always traumatic enough to change the essence of the beings; it was aimed, at the same time, to give them peace and retribution and to be ripped away from it...

«... if I were to change your cat back, it'd come back...» deformed, hurting and horrible «... different. not the crambon you knew. not the one that'd be purring in your lap».

the cat would be cruel and an haunting presence, because death laid her mark onto everything: onto everything that life had previously touched.

«you are... you must be... that's a lie!» she knew deep down that you weren't but you guessed that denial was the sole thing that remained to her and you didn't wish to ruin it for her «... I... you are just... you are just bluffing because you don't know how to do it!».

«maybe» you smirked sadly at the girl, raising up as you steadied yourself onto the chair and felt the slight limp that accompanied your tiredness whenever you'd spend too much time chastising young acolyte «... but any other witch - a witch that's rightful of that name - will tell you the same».

the girl looked about to shout something back and instead tears fell from her pretty eyes, a sight that broke your heart and albeit she had been cruel with you and you doubted that this would have given her any relief, you came slowly near her, gently tucking the hair that framed her frowny face behind her ears.

«... still, if you are so stubbornly wishing for a chance to see your cat again, I shall tell you how to do so. it won't bring him back but it'll give you some peace».

you were ready to be insulted and rejected again, still the girl surprised you as she swallowed her loud sobs and after a moment, her eyes shone with curiosity and attention.

she'd have made for a good apprentince, you thought, all too bad you were out business.

«you see... there are times in which the ...veil between the living and the dead... it ... becomes thinner and some...».

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the plates laid one in front of the other in the mark that had been left by the dust as you finished adjusting the flowers at the center, lightly flicking your finger to change the color of the carnations: this color didn't bloom in this season but they had been the first one that he had gifted to you.

memories were important for ghosts and for you, as well.

"I wonder how that girl is doing?" technically the veil was thinner in the previous days, but your own guest was a tardy one, albeit in life he had always been quite punctual. still, the girl hadn't returned to your house begging for more magic lessons so you guessed she might have had her peace.

you, still, sought out your own.

and you found it in the utter dark that befell the room the moment that the sole candle in the room was smushed out of its light. coldness seeped through your thick sweater and thighs, but you felt comforted as a figure - thin and bright - appeared among the black room.

«have you been waiting for long, my love».

«no» you replied gently as came close to him «... how was the trip over here?».

«each year it becomes far more complex» he breathed out once you were one in front of the other «... and I was held back because well... it's funny... there was this cat».

you almost laughed at the irony: of course there had to be a cat.

«a cat, uhm?» you prodded him lightly as one of your hand shot out to his own to the sides with the familiarity that had characterized happier times «... you should tell me all of it at dinner, don't you think?».

and yet, as your hand went to reach and make contact with his own, it held nothing but air.

as your eyes met his own again you found yourself startled at the knowledge.

«I can't touch you» and yet, the veil shouldn't have been that thin... unless it was... «... you are... you are moving on. you are passing onto».

he smiled sadly right back to her, albeit his eyes held the same sadness that was taking over her chest.

«... I know... I am...» he had known. he must have known and yet not told you «... I am sorry».

for passing or for having given you false hope?

and yet, you couldn't berate him: he must have wanted to spare you the heartbreak. again.

«I wish... I truly wish I could stay and I...».

«it's alright» you spoke gently «... I am... I am doing alright. I... power and denji are safe and makima is defeated and I...».

«... and I'll still worry» of course, he had been a worrier. you smiled as you gently enveloped his airy hand. although the sensation lacked, you tried to remember how it had felt to hold his hand. to kiss him.

to be his.

you'd forget it and that's what hurt the most; grief might have let you go, but you'd still miss him. even whe you forgot how everything about him tasted, sounded and felt.

you could have brought him back but he wouldn't be the same.

you guessed it must have been the price you pay for loving somebody.

«I know» you said softly as you felt the coldness of lips press against your forehead for a bare moment «... but I'll... it'll take me time, without your visits but I'll... I'll be happy again».

there'll be happiness after you, because there was happiness before you.

«good» he spoke similarly choked «... I... I want you to be happy although this selfish bastard part of me hopes you shall never fall in love again».

«I don't think I ever will» you admitted a bit choked up yourself «... how many great love can one get? I don't think I'd like to be that greedy».

he smiled sadly, as his shoulders had relaxed at hearing you define him as his «great love».

«just...» you wished as you already felt his matter dissolving right in front of your eyes «... watch over me, alright?!».

«always».

in the darkness, nobody could see your tears, but him.

and that's why you still smiled through the pain.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hi!! Same anon from the comfort question! That's so sweet and cute thank for that!! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

now Im imagining Eddie "the southern gentleman" Dear having a mini telenovela moment while the horrors happened, he's all like "oh, I am too late, I slept too long; he is with another and have too let him go" even sad music in the background

Meanwhile Frank is cuddling Wally AND Eddie after beating the shit out o f the horror, the man need a break and also be like "this is the 3 one this week I miss my garden"

I holding onto 'frank would hold on to you like a barnacle' to Eddie after so long talking to a fake one

that is pretty much Exactly how it goes in my head lmfao - and like, the thing is that Frank & Eddie weren't really together when Shit Went Down? they were in that "we're mutually courting & neither of us has said anything outright yet but we both Know and are waiting for the right moment" stage yk yk?

so when he wakes up Frank isn't immediately all over him, cause he's kinda like "oh shit where do we stand? im not used to this, i haven't talked to Eddie in so so long! how do relationships work?!" so that + his easy & affectionate behavior with Wally creates a Perceived Emotional Distance & Romantic Disinterest from Eddie's pov. like no, hon, Frank's just rusty <3 and also unsure if he Should pursue their relationship because he's slowly fucking dying & does he want to hurt Eddie like that???

[fae-renjun]

ok hiiiii are there any other desi onedoors and are you guys interested in desi!reader drabbles? bc i have an idea that i think would be really cute