#The fact that her name is like mine

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Boylston native Jean Louisa Kelly takes Iceman’s breath away in 'Top Gun: Maverick'

Val’s lovely. He’s funny. He’s warm. He’s very personable. He’s very friendly,” Kelly said. “He has his limitations because of his health so that makes things difficult for him. And you’ll see it when you watch the movie. When you watch Val you understand, the strain, I think, it probably was for him. He’s the best. He’s a true actor. Val Kilmer is the best, so is Tom.”

[taamlok]

imagine being loved by me x

[lemongogo]

heeyylol

[s1llydr3amscape]

What if you went exploring and met a rabbit on your travels?

Thanks for the request, @violetrose29 !!! I didn't find much references for spray painting so I watched a vid about it and took a pic of myself for the pose. It looks a bit awkward because I rarely draw at this angle. So I was like yeah I should challenge myself so my pieces don't look so stiff!!!!

Also by the time I was coloring it I realised that this kinda looked sus 😭😭😭 but omfg that wasn't my intention 💀💀💀 I got lowkey bummed and didn't draw any graffiti like I wanted to so I just added the actual vanny graffiti.

I tried covering the butt with my watermark but it made it look worse omfg 💀

[koa-z]

never gonna understand people who say cats are dumb, my ESA cat just brought me my glasses bc she noticed I wasn't getting out of bed. I didn't even train her to do that, she just made the observation that I always put my glasses on before standing up and took the initiative to do it

[fereldanwench]

these definitely read more cyberpunk than fallout but they were absolutely inspired by fallout brainrot :3

⚠️ do not reupload or edit my shots without my permission ⚠️

[acourtofquestions]

Rowaelin Chapter 41 Kingdom of Ash:

She'd rebuild it—what she had been.

Perhaps one last time, perhaps only for a little while, but she'd do it. If only for Terrasen.

Rowan swooped from the mast, shifting as he reached her side at the rail. He surveyed the night-black sea beyond them. "You should rest." She slid him a glance. "I'm not tired." Not a lie, not in some regards. "Want to spar?" He frowned. "Training can start tomorrow."

"Or tonight." She held his piercing stare, matched his dominance with her own.

"It can wait a few hours, Aelin."

"Every day counts." Against Erawan, even a day of training would count.

Rowan's jaw tightened. "True," he said at last. "But it can still wait. There are ... there are things we need to discuss." The silent words rose in his animal-bright eyes. About you and me.

Her mouth went dry. But Aelin nodded In silence, they strode into their spacious quarters, its only decoration the wall of windows that overlooked the churning sea behind them. A far cry from a queen's chamber, or any she might have purchased as Adarlan's assassin.

At least the bed built into the wall looked clean enough, the sheets crisp and stainless. But Aelin headed for the oak desk anchored to the floor, and leaned against it while Rowan shut the door.

In the dim lantern light, they stared at each other.

She'd endured Maeve and Cairn; she'd endured Endovier and countless other horrors and losses. She could have this conversation with him. The first step toward rebuilding herself.

Aelin knew Rowan could hear her thundering heart as the space between them went taut. She swallowed once. "Elide and Lorcan told you... told you everything that was said on that beach."

A curt nod, wariness flooding his eyes. "Everything that Maeve said." Another nod.

She braced herself. "That I'm-we're mates."

Understanding and something like relief replaced that wariness. "Yes."

"I'm your mate," she said, needing to voice it. "And you are mine."

Rowan crossed the room, but halted a few feet from the desk on which she leaned. "What of it, Aelin?" His question was low, rough.

"Don't you..." She scrubbed at her face. "You know what she did to you, to ..." She couldn't say her name. Lyria. "Because of it."

"I do know."

"And?"

"And what do you wish me to say?"

She pushed off the desk. "I wish you to tell me how you feel about it. If…"

"If what?"

"If you wish it wasn't so."

His brows narrowed. "Why would I ever wish that?"

She shook her head, unable to answer, and stared over her shoulder toward the sea.

It seemed like he would close the distance between them, but he remained where he was.

"Aelin." His voice turned hoarse. "Aelin."

She looked at him then, at the pain in his words.

"Do you know what I wish?" He exposed his palms, one tattooed, the other unmarked. "I wish that you had told me. When you realized it. I wish you had told me then."

She swallowed against the ache in her throat. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Why would it ever hurt me to know the truth that was already in my heart? The truth I hoped for?"

"I didn't understand it. I didn't understand how it was possible. I thought maybe ... maybe you might be able to have two mates within a lifetime, but even then, I just ….." She blew out a breath. "I didn't want you to be distressed." His eyes softened. "Do I regret that Lyria was dragged into this, that the cost of Maeve's game was her life, and the life of the child we might have had? Yes. I regret that, and I wish it had never happened." He would bear the tattoo to remember it for the rest of his days. "But none of that was your fault. I will always carry some of the burden of it, always know I chose to leave her for war and glory, and that I played right into Maeve's hands."

"Maeve wanted to ensnare you to get to me, though."

"Then it is her choice, not yours."

Aelin ran a hand over the worn wood of the desk. "In those illusions she spun for me, she showed me variations on one more than all the others." The words were strained, but she forced them out. Forced herself to look at him. "She spun me one dreamscape that felt so real I could smell the wind off the Staghorns."

"What did she show you?" A breathless question.

Aelin had to swallow before she could answer. "She showed me what might have been—if there had been no Erawan, if Elena had dealt with him properly and banished him. If there had been no Lyria, none of that pain or despair you endured. She showed me Terrasen as it would have been today, with my father as king, and my childhood happy, and..." Her lips wobbled. "When I turned twenty, you came with a delegation of Fae to Terrasen, to make amends for the rift between my mother and Maeve. And you and I took one look at each other in my father's throne room, and we knew."

She didn't fight the stinging in her eyes. "I wanted to believe that was the true world. That this was the nightmare from which I'd awaken. I wanted to believe that there was a place where you and I had never known this suffering and loss, where we'd take one look at each other and know we were mates. Maeve told me she could make it so. If I gave her the keys, she'd make it all possible." She wiped at her cheek, at the tear that escaped down it. "She spun me realities where you were dead, where you'd been killed by Erawan and only in handing over the keys to her would I be able to avenge you. But those realities made me ... I stopped being useful to her when she told me you were gone. She couldn't get me to talk, to think. Yet in the ones where you and I met, where things were as they should have been ... that was when I came the closest."

His swallow was audible. "What stopped you?"

She wiped at her face again. "The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn't understand that. That even if she could create that perfect world, it wouldn't be you with me. And I'd never trade that, trade this. Not for anything." He extended his hand. An offer and invitation.

Aelin laid hers atop his, and his callused fingers squeezed gently. "I wanted it to be you," he breathed, closing his eyes. "For months and months, even in Wendlyn, I wondered why you weren't my mate instead. It tore me up, wondering it, but I still did." He opened his eyes, and they burned like green fire. "All this time, I wanted it to be you."

She lowered her gaze, but he hooked a thumb and forefinger around her chin and lifted her face.

"I know you are tired, Fireheart. I know that the burden on your shoulders is more than anyone should endure." He took their joined hands and laid them on his heart. "But we'll face this together. Erawan, the Lock, all of it.

"We'll face it together. And when we are done, when you Settle, we will have a thousand years together. Longer."

A small sound came out of her. "Elena said the Lock requires—"

"We'll face it together," he swore again.

"And if the cost of it truly is you, then we'll pay it together. As one soul in two bodies.

Her heart strained to the point of cleaving. "Terrasen needs a king."

"I have no intention of ruling Terrasen without you. Aedion can have the job."

She scanned his face. He meant every word He brushed the hair from her face, his other hand still clasping hers to his chest, where his heart pounded a steady, unfaltering rhythm.

"Even if I had my choice of any dream-realities, any perfect illusions, I would still choose you, too."

She felt the truth of his words echo into the unbreakable thing that bound their very souls, and tilted her face up toward his. But he made no move beyond it.

She frowned. "Why aren't you kissing me?"

"I thought you might want to be asked first."

"That never stopped you before."

"This first time, I wanted to make sure you were ... ready." After Cairn and Maeve. After months of having no choices whatsoever.

She smiled despite that truth. "I'm ready to be kissed again, Prince."

He let out a dark chuckle and muttered, "Thank the gods," before he lowered his mouth to hers.

"You're my mate." Her words were a breathless rush. "And I am yours."

The world might have been burning around them for all she cared, all he cared, too.

"Together, Aelin," he promised, and she heard the rest of the words in every place their bodies joined. Together they would face this, together they would find a way.

Together we'll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo.

Together.

[todayisafridaynight]

[givehimthemedicine]

Dear El,

How are you? Sorry I haven't written in a while. Same old shit over here. It's still snowing and school blows.

I'm supposed to do a project about somebody who's my hero. It's due in 2 days and I haven't started.

I thought I was having trouble because I don't really have a hero and don't know who to pick, but that's not really it. It's that I keep trying to think of someone who's saved a ton of lives or something, and you keep popping into my head. I know you're not supposed to pick your own best friend for a project like this, but, you've saved my life. Multiple times. You've saved every life on the planet technically. If that doesn't qualify you, what does?

Everyone in this class is still alive today because of you and they don't even know it, and they wouldn't believe me if I told them, and I know you wouldn't want me to even if I was allowed to.

I'll end up doing Marie Curie or some shit. I just wanted you to know I would pick you if I could. Actually if people knew half of what you've done, everybody would pick you.

OK, that's enough sap for one letter.

Tell me how school is going for you? I'm really sorry we don't get to go together. It must be a lot for you to get used to. I wish I sat next to you in all your classes. Are the boys looking out for you? They better be. Mail me any asses you need kicked.

Miss you really bad.

Love, Max

[buoyantsaturn]

coworker today told me that she wouldnt be surprised if she turned on spongebob one day and saw me hanging out with the cast of characters. just like my normal human self in bikini bottom. she insisted that she meant this as a compliment

[kubota-crackhead]

gaaru

[muppetbyers]

ive said it before i’ll say it again but just because el is brought up in mike and wills conversations doesnt mean theyre actually talking about el

[king-spite]

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[tomwambsgans]

ok so sophie has gotta be older than iverson right? and if one of them was adopted, it had to have been after kendall married rava bc why else would they have an adopted kid. like it's not impossible that rava had one biological child and then adopted another on her own and then met kendall but it's unlikely, and it would be weird if that were the case given ken's canonical infertility. like if that was just unrelated to the fact of his kids not being biologically his. doing the math here that makes sophie "half-rava, half filing cabinet guy" and iverson the buy-in

[estellardreams]

I'd like everyone to take a good long look at my first MLP OC vs her Redesign now.

Before:

After:

[fifteensjukebox]

truly nothing like the girl i had a crush on in college (and in two separate conversations i suspected it might be mutual) posting from the beaches concert that leandra is an icon and also i found out s few days ago she and her bf just broke up