#SEEING DAISY LIVE ????

[futuristichedge]

The most well adjusted apocalypse survivor

[aingeal98]

Rewatching aos s5 and s6 and it's so funny that regardless of whether the writers intended it or not, the way Daisy communicates with fellow agents she leads makes is clear that she would in fact, be a great director. She's compassionate and practical and confident and not a single agent we see outside of fs family and yoyo have issues with her. Her fatal flaw is that she's too attached to her old friends who she loves and trusts despite them both having gone a little evil and ruthlessly immoral due to the past season's trauma. Like literally if fitzsimmons respected her as much as they respect each other and as much as Daisy respects them, s5 and s6 would be drastically more positive for the whole team.

[autism-swagger]

Various Quakes I drew while thinking entirely too hard about alien/human hybrid physiology.

Reblogging is better than just liking.

[grabbyfr]

ALSO!!!! SCRIPTING THAT EVEYLN HUGO, CELIA ST. JAMES AND DAISY JONES & THE SIX ARE ALL REAL PEOPLE IN ALL MY DRS !!!!!!!

[uncanny-tranny]

I know this is a very unoriginal observation (much like any other), but I'm finally reading The Great Gatsby, and even I wouldn't describe men the way Nick does.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i made... a Mistake... i wanted to practice character design... how did i end up with four more WH ocs

[laniidae-passerine]

not a chuck hater but honestly I do think there should have been a longer arc acknowledging she can guilt trip other people and be quite selfish

[iris-kinnie]

I was playing my copy of HeartGold a while ago, and I just love the dialogue that Daisy had when she gave me Blue’s phone number. Like she giggles and everything. And in my lore, that’s around the time that Blue and my S/I met again for the first time since they were young kids. Like I can imagine him after I battle him and he’s like OMFG HE’S SO CUTE WOW!!! on the inside while telling his sister about it and she can totally tell and silently decides to be the wingwoman of the century.

[the-daiz]

“I Will” | Speed-o’-sound sonic

Genre: Fluff. Fluff. Cheesy ahh fluf Pairing: speed-o’-sound sonic x reader A/N: HELPP MEEEE IM AT THE DENTIST RIGHT NOW AND ABOUT TO GET MY WISDOM TEETH REMOVED AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I CAN COPE, THEY SAID I HAD TO WAIT 15 MINUTES FOR THE BINGE SO WORK AND THIS IS HOW IM GOING TO RELAX. ITS SUPPOSED TO TAKE 1 HOUR. 1 HOURRRREE IM GOING INSANE

update: I love my dentist she’s so good, she finished in 5 minutes im not even exaggerating.

I will, by Mitski

Nothing could be heard from your lonesome apartment but your steady breathing and the hum of the city below. It had been a long day for you, too many errands to take care of, too many people to interact with, too much noise to absorb. By the end of the day, you were well-drained from the once full social battery you had that morning, and you had come back home, kicked off your shoes with little to no care of where they were thrown, and collapsed on the comforting haven that was your bed, a heavy breath of pent up exhaustion escaping your chest

Yet, even then, your eyes stay wide open as you lay on your bed, motionless. Your eyelids were heavy yet there was an invisible force tugging them open every time you tried to allow yourself to rest. No matter how much you turned or what position you lay in, that heavy sensation on your chest just never seemed to ease, it was starting to irritate you.

Your head instinctively moved to the sound of small, almost unnoticeable creaking coming from your windowsill, the soft wind combing through the hair of the silhouette crouched on your window.

Your eyes lit up and your body relaxed as you made eye contact with the figure. You now knew what your heart was nagging at this quiet night.

"Sonic," you let out a breathy whisper, your voice laced with something akin to relief. Speed-of-sound Sonic couldn't deny the warmth that crept up his form with your voice.

You sat up from your bed and moved toward him, and as if on cue, Sonic stepped off the window, his footsteps as calculated as precise as his eyes, no sound, not even a shuffle could be heard from him. Warmth enveloped you as you stood before him, your hands reaching out to caress the back of his forearms.

"You always come when I need you." You said softly. Sonic in his usual fashion looked down at you, calm and composed, but he felt a faint constriction in himself.

Why do you always say things like this?

"I was just passing by." He muttered, quilling the urge to break eye contact with you, in fear it might showcase a vulnerable side of him he wouldn't hope for you to see. You continued to smile at him, your features showing nothing but genuine intent.

His body stood tall before you, almost in an effort to convey how steady he was. The truth was however, he was anything but steady in your presence. Every look, every word of yours that made its way to him always left him in a mental haze. All of it was so real, so warm, it was too overwhelming for him.

Your hands slid from his arms down to his hands, every spot your fingers brushed over stiffening under your touch. Your hands gently curled around his, swinging lightly in an almost playful manner.

"I'm glad you're here anyway." Your voice was so gentle it made him feel like you were sucking his soul out of him. He subtly sucked in a sharp breath from his nose, trying his best to keep his cool as he stared into your gleaming gaze.

Your fingers uncurled themselves from his hands and moved to press against his chest, causing him to grow visibly tense. You stilled at his rigid response, expecting him, or rather giving him the opportunity to move away or pry your hands off him, but he didn't.

Your hands moved to wrap around his torso, one hand gently holding his nape, pulling him closer as you leaned your face into his shoulder. You could hear the racing pace of his heartbeat against his collar, and you took in a deep breath in response, feeling your stress seeping out of your muscles as your body pressed against his.

"You don't need to come here," you started, your voice so low only he could make out what you were saying. It was as if these words were only reserved for him to hear. "But you show up anyway."

He swallowed hard, the intensity of this whole moment suffocating him in a way he couldn't even describe. He was still stiff against you, unsure of what to do with himself. He was always thrown off balance by your closeness, he hated that feeling furiously, but he continued to come back.

"You say it like it's a choice." He said, his head moving down slightly to get a better look at you.

"Isn't it?" You let out a small chuckle.

The truth was: he wasn't sure, he never planned on being in your life, being a part of this routine, having these distracting feelings that he resented yet adored so much that he protected them and the person that he harbored them for. He felt stuck around you. Every time he'd try to run, try to do what he was best at, it was like he didn't even know what the word 'run' meant.

"How was your day?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned further into him. He frowned slightly at your question.

"It was normal...?" He answered, but it came off more of a question. He wasn't sure what he thought of his day. What an unusual question. "Why are you doing this?"

"Hm? I just want to listen to you talk. With you here. With me." Your voice continued to send chills down his spine with every word.

"Why...?" His voice was low, vibrating throughout your body, making you relax further into him.

"I care about you." You simply answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Why? Why would you spend your time and effort caring and thinking about him? He couldn't wrap his head around it. He wasn't a good person, anything but a good person. He had done nothing good for this world or any creature that roamed it yet you still held him and looked at him like he was the only person deserving of your love.

He wasn't, though, how could he of all people be deserving of something so gentle, something so precious? He didn't deserve this affection, he knew that full well yet you still...

He knew he had done nothing to earn this tenderness, to earn you, but he was going to cup it in his hands as gently as his gruff hands could muster and protect it until the cruel world decided he had had enough of it.

His arms moved to wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him as he buried his face into your neck. A soft almost shaky breath escaped his lungs.

"You don't have to." He whispered almost defeatedly.

"But, I want to." You replied, your grin widening as you felt him reciprocate your embrace. "I will." A tranquil silence fell upon you for a few moments. The rhythms of your hearts beating against the other, your quiet, heavy breaths syncing with the other. Sonic had never imagined he would be in a situation like this, yet he would never complain about it. He shifted his head so that his cheek was resting against your head.

"I trained a lot today, I had a nice breakfast. I went grocery shopping. The fruits were fresh, that was nice. No heroes noticed me, even though I wasn't doing much to stay hidden. Just proves how irrelevant they are." He spoke. And felt his heart flutter as your laughs echoed throughout the room.

"Well, I'm glad the fruit were fresh." You said, slowly swaying your body. He nodded, his face still pressed against you, a ghost of a smile now adorning his features.

[lexa-griffins]

Farm Lexa has this hand bound book she made back when she was around sixteen. She made it to keep her pressed flowers. The very first page has pressed daisies and a date below them followed by a happy scribble, "Clarke asked me on a date."

The dandelion Clarke put in her hair after their first kiss. A black eyed susan they picked after their first time as they walked around the run down farm.

The petals of the deep red roses Clarke gifted Lexa the day they decided to get engaged.

One of each of the flowers Lexa walked down the aisle with. One of each of the flowers from Clarke's bouquet.

The english primrose that popped up in Lexa's garden not long after little Madi laughed for the first time.

The Lilly of the Valley a baby Saige found fascinating because fairies lived in them.

The poppies the twins ended up ripping from her garden because it matched their hair.

The small piece of baby's breath that showed up around the tree where they buried their baby soon after Lexa stepped out of her grief.

The sunflower petals that remind her of Clarke and their little sunshine boy Aden.

Every wild flower the kids offered her. At least one petal from the bouquets Clarke got her. Her favorite flowers from her garden. The ones she found on walks. All dated, all with a note on why they made her smile.

[frankenruth]

Even if you aren’t a Rockabye fan I think that everyone should see this

[mister-eames]

I know it’s been said before, but you spark so much joy with your headcanon & arthur/eames discussions 🥺 also! Still thinking of that pic of Tom Hardy in a muscle tee & other recent photos of him where he is lots of grey in his beard. Idk if you saw JGL at the ceremony where he presented rian Johnson with an award but he had a deep velvet plum suit on, a beard and his hair is long & wavy. & now I’m thinking about older eames/Arthur who are comfortable happy and still sickeningly in love

Nonnie!!!!!!! Thank you so much for stopping by, these asks always are so thought provoking and indulge me so much, I'm always happy to talk about Arthur/Eames and Inception in general!

Okay so, I had not seen that video and I am SO GLAD you brought it to my attention. JGL LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD!!! THE SUIT!!! THE BEARD!!! THE CURLS!!!!!! Oh my god. If anyone has not seen the video check it out here you wont regret it.

And, you said it -- "Comfortable, happy and (still) sickeningly in love" is all I want for Arthur and Eames (and my life tbh). My headcanon is that they settle down and retire and while they still dabble in a little criminal action here and there (like being criminally sexy!!!) they live quieter lives a handful of years after the Fischer job. They love each other, right? They want to be safer because they want to build a life over building dreams, because life can be so short, you know, and I think in the film you learn just that--anything can happen at any given moment and you just...slow the hell down. Even when that means taking life in the slow lane and changing course - and so they do.

I imagine Arthur and Eames in their forties and fifties, teaching and consulting for work - Eames being disgusted every time he does his taxes and Arthur being disgusted with himself for wearing polo shirts in the summer and secretly loving it. They are starting to go grey, more grey with every handful of years - they are starting to go soft in places. There are crows eyes and forehead lines and heartburn and creaky bones. Diets to manage IBS and blood pressure. Worse, they start to do things their parents used to do -- like watch the news on TV and mutter into their dinner about idiot politicians and neighbours who park like dickheads on the street and wont trim their trees back out of their yard, and they reminisce about how things were different when they were kids and seriously why the fuck are they the only normal people who live on this street?

They keep busy. They learn new things. For his forty-fifth birthday Arthur builds Eames a library in their Philadelphia home with his bare hands. Eames buys the battered skeleton of a '67 Ford Mustang and restores it for Arthur. They read books and watch movies in bed and keep guns in their bedsides just in case. They go on long drives together and still sometimes travel the world to see old faces and so they still remember what it feels like to be homesick and miss the good life. Eames' knees play up. Arthurs back has seen better days. They're uncles to their siblings kids and to Phillipa and James. And they take that job very seriously.

They still have their domestics and spats every now and then. But they make up and move on. They're partners (in life and crime) and they get their thrills out of making the other happy. They're the people the other cannot wait to come home to.

They have always attempted to manufacture their own luck and they finally did it because here they are, content and happy.

[mxltifxnd0m]

i’m having the feminine urge to do something drastic with my appearance :))

[fisheito]

UM, ASTER/YAKUMO I ONLY *JUST* FOUND? HELLO?

I've never felt so seen. So represented. Thank u aster. Here are some of my fave lines

[suffarustuffaru]

hi again i ranked every parent i could think of in rezero based on parenting skills + how much they give a shit

[meanscarletdeceiver]

I love your ships, they’re almost perfect except for me it’s Mavis & Daisy all the way 🖤🖤🖤💚💚💚

You're in good company haha, that one seems super popular around here lately!

And I love to see it. I like Mavis/Salty a bit more, but Mavis/Daisy is a good 'un...

... and anything is better than lazy takes that the two of them are rivals because any time you have a "tomboy" and a "girly girl" some people leap towards the "catfight!" trope 🙄 (which is just straight-up misogynistic, especially in a situation like RWS where it's! literally! canon! that! they! get! along! The Author himself portrays no animosity between them!! Get your shit together, weirdos)

End rant. Anyway, here's to vehicles in love! 🥂