#and some mutton chops

[infamousmonkey-cat]

can’t believe i almost bought disco trousers at boohoo when for the same price at cancer research i got a full outfit including metallic brogues. now all i need to do is write ‘fuck the world’ on the back of my old bikie jacket

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon forbidden west | erend 33/?

[viric-dreams]

Local Sequencer hasn't gotten regular and rejuvenating sleep since 1872.

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

no one asked but my top 5 the terror characters are

1. Henry Collins

2. Harry Goodsir

3. Edward Little

4. James Fitzjames

5. Francis Crozier

[appley-bapples]

Thinking about Harry du bois meeting drag queens in the underground. Thinking about Harry du bois getting a drag makeover. Thinking about Harry du bois done up in a lovely sequin gown that’s been passed down for years and years and (perhaps foolishly) he’s getting to wear it for the night. Thinking about drag queens explaining how “green concealer will help cancel out the redness in your face” and “some contouring around the beard will really help bring out those cheekbones” and “when’s the last time you picked your eyebrows??” Thinking about how he’d request the most eccentric eyeshadows and glitters in the most colorful combinations. Thinking about him feeling beautiful when they finish up and give him the mirror. Thinking about how he’s surprisingly good at walking in heels after all the running he’s done in those crocodile shoes. Thinking about him getting the Biggest Wig Ever and looking amazing. Thinking

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

I have to transition, if not for any other reason, then for walking about with a beard and a dress

[singingkestrel]

Yet another Muttonchop Monday offering.

[twothpaste]

wip, trying to figure out how i'm gonna cram this shit together, but. postgame pigmasks and ocs and such 🐷🥰

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

You can hit up my inbox for more details if you want to hear more about the fics

[sebdoesthings]

Regis blorbo chart thingy! ☺️

spent entirely too long on this 🤙

[Blorbo Blingus sheet]

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon forbidden west | erend 43/?

[jaywasablindpirate]

someone liked this reblog from 2018 and I can 100% say now in 2024 that my fursona is Also shirtless Hugh Jackman *As wolverine

what’s your fursona

Shirtless Hugh Jackman

[raylangivins]

A mad men costuming detail that makes me soooooo crazy whenever I think about it is that everyone’s hair and fashion changes throughout the show except Don.

[draconicace]

progress

[bluastro-yellow]

I like to think that no matter what natural inclinations you give him, pre-amnesia Harry had high points in EVERYTHING thanks to all the drugs/alcohol/cigarettes that raised his learning caps and all the exp he got from churning cases like crazy. burned out supercop to the max!

[elysianightsss]

John, he’d been waiting for this moment, been waiting for you to come through the door with tired eyes, an ache in your bones and your head pounding so much you were disappointed that your instincts had kicked in when you slipped on some ice outside and caught yourself instead of letting yourself get knocked the fuck out. So disappointed.

And after a long train ride into the beautiful countryside, a taxi ride to the rustic cabin that always looked more like a cottage to you, you weren’t even bothered about special greetings anymore.

You practically collapsed on John’s lap, curling up there. Your sleeves pulled over your fists because you once again forgot a coat on the way out of your flat. Rubbing your tired eyes with said sleeve covered fist, you mumbled out a sleepy ‘hello’ to which he chuckled pulling your hand away from your now red eye.

“Hello to you too love.” You snuggled further into his neck, thankful that he had trimmed his mutton chops and beard down so they weren’t massively bushy and tickling at your nose like last time. “Long day?”

“The longest.” At this he grinned. John had been waiting for you to have a bad day at work so he could convince you to quit and live off of his money. He’d mentioned it so many times before but unfortunately you always thought he was joking and when he had rasped it into your ear while he was buried deep inside you, you thought that he was just being his usual possessive self.

Not fucking true. Okay it’s partly true, but John was serious. He wanted to put you up in his well polished cabin. Wanted to marry you so you couldn’t argue against him when he said ‘what’s mine is yours’. Wanted to come back from missions to find his cute little wife in his bed. He wanted to spend his free time gardening and baking with you. Going to the farmers market with you and he always wanted to try his hand at painting.

John Price wanted nothing more than to come home to you swollen with his child. Couldn’t wait to take leave so he could take care of you properly. Desperately wanted nothing more than to be there when you bore his child, holding your hand and telling you ‘you’re doing so well, my brave girl’. Wanted to see the sweet little baby that you made together on your hip while you told him all about the new curtain samples you got because ‘the ones in the den are ghastly’ as you so eloquently put it.

And now this was his chance to broach the subject seriously with you. If you agreed, which was a big chance because of how dishevelled you looked and how exhausted you must have been feeling. Then that was brilliant.

If you said no? Maybe he would have to resort to the old ways. Getting you fired. Getting you evicted. Taking all the fight out of you until you truly are broken and begging him for help. It’s not nice but it’s necessary.

“I have something I want to discuss with you sweet’art.” . . .