#and how badly I miss them

[stereax]

saw you post 'listen before you go', thought you'd enjoy this:

oh...

[lotus-pear]

he’s begging kuni to let them eat pancakes for dinner

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

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[cjlouwho]

Idgaf where’s Tommy?

[saryuuchan]

NICKPHIL REUNION IN 2024. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE ACTUALLY BACK. MY MEN!!!

[terminalkisser]

Tip of the Day:

Please wipe off the lipstick marks off our screens and bodies after you are done.

no lipstick marks here, boss! 🫡

..although, there might be something else that needs to be cleaned off,

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[misfithive]

Fans: omg Wille is soo oblivious and adorable he didn’t even realize the song was about him

Edvin: Wilhelm is obsessed with himself and his problems that’s why he didn’t know the song was about him

💀💀💀

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

I've been unable to work on my longer WIPs for some reason but take this. for lack of a better title:

idiots locked in the world's most romantically charged staring contest

Heist Mark x Y/N (reader) | 628 words

You wait just around the corner, quiet and out of sight, and lightly smack Mark's arm with the back of your hand when he tries to peer around you, lest someone see and you have both your covers blown.

Your partner rolls his eyes exaggeratedly and you level him with a stare.

You understand the anticipation, but patience is crucial for jobs like this. You wait for the signal. One wrong move could cost you a lot more than just your loot.

The little nook of the building you're waiting in is, rather conveniently for means of slinking around unnoticed, out of the way, and quite narrow. Even with Mark leaning back against the opposite wall, you are mere inches apart.

He checks his watch. 'Should be any minute now,' he utters in a hushed voice.

You nod. Several seconds pass. Distant chatter echoes down the halls, muffled into a steady background ambience of rich party attendees blissfully unaware of the thieves in their midst.

You look at your partner, simply because you have nothing else to do. He's craning his neck again in a futile attempt to peek around the corner more subtly.

His suit for the night is crisp, and gives his silhouette a sharper outline than the more typical cosy sweaters and soft flannel shirts. His hair looks especially dark cast in shadow, but there's enough light from outside the enclosed space that you see it reflected in his eyes. Softly glowing white and orange and magenta specs, floating on deep brown. Pretty.

It's as he turns his head back to face you, that he notices you staring, and meets your gaze without missing a beat.

Mark smiles, faintly roguish, but gentle and just for you.

He holds your stare, and something to the way he does so makes you wonder if he sees the same lights sparkling in your own eyes, and if he finds the sight as oddly captivating as you do.

A minute passes.

Mark loosens his tie.

It's a simple, small thing, but it stirs something inside of you, and you don't know why, but your breath hitches a little and your eyes widen slightly and he definitely notices. But he doesn't say anything and neither do you. All he does is keep looking intensely into your eyes until he doesn't because his gaze is flickering elsewhere — trailing across your features, settling on your mouth for longer than can be dismissed and when you bite your lip subconsciously it's as if he's mesmerised. You can hardly recall where you are or what you're doing here, none of it matters as much as his head tilting ever so slightly and then—

A voice through your earpiece jolts you out of your stupor. You suddenly take stock of the warmth from Mark's breath on your face. Your noses almost bumping. When did he get so close?

You press a button on your earpiece to answer the call, and by the look on your partner's face, he hears it too. It's Wubba and Bubba, giving the signal as agreed, and the moment is gone and your friend clears his throat and straightens up, as a confusing mixture of disappointment and frustration and lingering excitement flutter and twist in your gut.

When he moves out of your immediate space, the inches feel like miles.

You push the feelings down. You have work to do.

Mark mumbles something over the voice channel before turning back to you once again.

'You ready, buddy?'

The corner of your mouth quirks up, matching his own eager grin.

'You know I am.'

His grin widens.

'Good,' he says, adjusting his sleeve and finally getting a better look around the corner, now that the coast is decidedly clear. 'Alright, partner. Showtime.'

[akkivee]

What are your thoghts on Shadamy?

this is such a crazy timed ask actually lmao i’ve been doodling them whenever i have the energy for it they are *falls to my knees* so much lmao

there’s a thread on twitter about their interactions in team sonic racing that i revisit whenever i need a serotonin shot lol that exposes how big of a soft spot shadow has for amy like it’s the way!!!!! he really wants her to rely on him and how proud he is whenever she accomplishes something with his assistance!!!!! like????? i mean????

something that’s been a little lost in translation over the years with amy’s character is that she wants to be an independent and wonderful lady and i’m hesitant to say we know what that really looks like for her, but what’s more important here is that shadow already acknowledges her as such based on whenever he’s teasing her in the game and like……. it’s just a refreshing dynamic for her to have when she’s been shown to struggle making a place for herself in sonic’s posse lol

[starheirxero]

If Solar gets nightmares about when he was stuck in Sun's head, I wonder if that means he dreams of the times after too.

If he gets dreams of when Sun first decided to reach out and show kindness to him. If he dreams of when he was still active and helped him break out of his shell with his unwavering support. If he dreams of when his home was a kinder world to exist in. If he wakes up feeling warm and fuzzy and safe afterwards(and if the realization of where he is—who he is—crushes it moments later).

[linusbenjamin]

Person of Interest | 1×01 // 3×09

[borgialucrezia]

the borgias is my favorite show and i think it's the best show ever made and all. however, there's just this one aspect that is genuinely hilarious to me and i mostly criticize the show for. the writers suddenly trying to make the viewers massively despise juan by turning against him and disingenuously writing him in his final moments so the watchers won't miss him or sympathize with him by making him a walking danger as an excuse to kill him off and prop up cesare's character. they wanted the audience to root for cesare at juan's expense and make his death seem necessary lol. they truly thought they served with this one, like maybe juan's character was shamefully abandoned by the writers (as well as his family except for rodrigo) but david oakes had many people sold with the way he played him to perfection, improvising and making juan remarkable, tremendous, and humane. the show is obviously a classic masterpiece, but in my opinion about the juan part, simply rushing the writing of a tragic dying character on a show for weak reasons is pure disrespect.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Italian Grand Prix - Jenson Button

[foxdoesshit]

do you ever just loop a song and sit there like “oh this is so fitting for a ship I adore? Why has no one talked about this.”

so anyway. your stupid face. dakavendish. do we see the vision tumblr. please.

[mwagneto]

i cannot be held responsible for the person i become when the doctor and donna are on my screen again btw. levels of mental illness never before seen