#and kinda chills

[songs-ofa-dyingbird]

I feel really weird and it’s like- I’m trying to figure out if I’m sick, if I ate too much or too little, if it’s anxiety, Mayhaps I’m just convincing myself I feel shitty because I want an excuse to be lazy- maybe I’m legit sick frfr, maybe I need to eat lunch, maybe I need to skip lunch, maybe I drank too much coffee??????

[ibahibut]

🐦‍⬛: I'm fine..

💀: Stay still

[pearlshroom]

A Guy That I'd Kinda Be into???

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael learns about FNAF Movie Sparky...

[cannibal-stag]

“i don’t get hannibal lecter” it’s about being the worst person in the world and yet someone still loves you despite it and it’s about convincing yourself you’re fine living your life alone and never truly connecting with anyone until someone comes along and you realize you could never live without them now and it’s about caring about someone so deeply that all you want now is for them to truly see you and it’s about how your devotion is so crushing and deep that you’d go to lengths of even self-destruction just to keep them around so you can keep loving them. “but he’s a cannibal” lol yeah

[adaki]

Wanted to try drawing something a little ornate, I think they’d make each other worse

[reineydraws]

i regularly think about mishanks immediately post luffy becoming pirate king and this is one of the fluffier ideas haha

also kind of the spiritual successor to my very first mishanks post :'))

[cadenzarose]

Beach date shenanigans!

aka I never imagined we'd get a relationship pre-reveal and now there are so many Scenarios in my head

bonus:

(Also, special thanks to @ittybittytatertot for helping me brainstorm!)

[luriuan]

Sokka and Zuko get SO much funnier when you remember this is both of their first times talking to another teenage boy in years. Sokka had all the other boys leave the tribe when he was little and Zuko just hasn’t talked to other teenage boys. They wanna be friends but have absolutely no clue how to talk to other teenagers. I love them so much.

[buttercupshands]

(Forgot to post again)

A birthday present for a friend :)

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

okay but James’ jewellery is gold and Regulus’ is silver so their wedding rings are both with James’ having gold on the outside and silver on the side that touches his finger (if that makes sense) and Regulus silver on the outside and gold on the side that touches his finger

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I need my stiles to be as feral and angry as Derek if not more. Like it doesn’t matter what scenario or au you put them in stiles has to be just or more insane than Derek.

Like in canon even though stiles was “afraid” of Derek and others werewolves he still squared up. He’d fight god if he could and honestly I’d put money on stiles if he’d had enough prep time, maybe even without it.

Like I’ve read a fic when Derek was a bully (???) and stiles let him get away with hurting him? Stiles would punch him in the face same as he did Jackson and if that doesn’t work cause you know the whole werewolf thing— stiles would hit Derek over the head with a baseball bat.

Please stiles is unapologetically himself and not to be fucked with

[meddykip]

bathtime 🛁

twt ♡ ko-fi

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[aziraphalalala]

I am not entirely certain what will happen once the actors & writers strike ends, but I'm pretty sure Michael Sheen will break the sound barrier with how fast he will go feral on the internets about how Aziraphale wants to eat Crowley's ox rib

[darlingkikki]

Soldier Distribution System (Screw Your 3rd Amendment Rights)

You come home to find a man on your couch.

He has a sewing needle and a mask similar to the one hiding most of his face in his hands. A hot cup of tea sits in the middle of your coffee table. The rolling steam from the mug (the one you bought at a souvenir shop a few years ago) carries the smell of Earl Grey into the air. He doesn’t look up at you. Spares you no acknowledgement at all. He’s humming a lazy melody in a low timbre as he plunges the needle into the fabric and pulls the thread taut. Fabric ripped by who knows what brought back together by careful hands.

You’re left gaping. 

He’s in a stripped-down version of a uniform. You can tell from the bold font of an official-looking acronym plastered over his broad chest, the corners of said letters slightly stretched outwards. A soldier has chosen your home as the perfect place to settle down. You don’t know how to react.

He looks up at you once it’s clear you're not slipping into your role. Playing along. Pretending that you know who he is and that he's always been here and none of this is out of the ordinary. You’re not as scared as you should be, thankfully, but you're surprised enough that your feet remain starkly planted on the wool carpet. 

That won’t do at all. Not for him. He craves an ounce of normalcy, even in these unconventional circumstances. You need to go about your business without a hiccup. Make him feel a sense of belonging.

“Fixed yer shower head," he says gruffly, "pressure was shite." A show of his usefulness. He's a black cat leaving a dead rat on your ‘Welcome’ mat and sticking out its neck for a well-earned scratch. 

You sputter out a “What?” and his hands twitch. He sets the mask down, draping it over one of his thighs as he reclines against the cushions. Your cushions. Enigmatic pools flicker to the dark corridor behind you and he tilts his head to the side.

“Shower,” he repeats. Chewing each syllable, like it’s a chore to explain to you. “Fixed it. Heater too, some idiot put the filter in upside-down.”

His gaze crawls up your body and you think you can make out his brows raising under his mask. 

“And yer out of milk.”