#being beautiful as always

[know-it-all-freak]

Paul in Yorkshire Comic Con, this weekend.

Source: Comic Con Yorkshire on Twitter.

❤️Happy McGann Monday!❤️

Also from Twitter (from @lewisrobinson98)

(Do I see a new jacket on Paul in these pics, or is it my idea?)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[kelin-is-writing]

This man is ART.

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

Dance untill the sun sets

[ID in Alt Text and under the cut.]

ID: A digital drawing of the Lamb and Narinder from the video game Cult Of The Lamb, dacing over a blue background. The Lamb is drawn with a short ponytail, wearing white shorts and a red top with short sleeves, as well as arm and leg guards. Their back is facing Narinder who is holding one of their hands up above their head. Narinder is drawn as his follower form, wearing wide pants and a red shirt with wide, shoulder-length sleeves. Both characters are smilling and have a slight blush over their face.

[slushy-sash]

alhaitham who couldn't confess his love because kaveh is too distracting

(Read R → L)

[neverstheless]

SPENCER REID in SEASON ONE — I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute. [...] Yes, I'm a genius.

[hellamorte]

just thinking about logan who hasn't been touched for decades and doesn't know how to do it non-violently anymore... he's basically a hissing kitty mess, and wade ends up being the only one who can deal with it thanks to his healing factor and his inability to keep his hands off handsome old men, so eventually logan just... rolls with it? and turns out he's not only surprisingly okay with that, but also into it So Much, just imagine him completely obliterated at the fact that he enjoys touching wade. holding his hand. GODDAMN CARESSING HIM.

[hinamie]

looks at hair slicked back megu I Could Fix Him

[cry-ptidd]

Common denominator

[know-it-all-freak]

Some Paul pics I found on Google search. They must be around 2010-2011. Plus two older pics, for no particular reason. 😊

Also, some important news:

1. According to the official Instagram account of The Undertaker movie, the film will be available on several platforms today, including iTunes, Google Play, Microsoft Store, etc. Isn't that great news?? I personally am very happy, as I am finally going to see this movie!!!

2. Greenwich Theatre in London announced that Paul will be the leading role in a play titled The River, from 1-27 October!!!

https://greenwichtheatre.org.uk/events/jez-butterworths-the-river/?dm_i=69NF,Z361,%20RPCQN,4DIKN,1

Happy McGann Monday!

Bonus: A clip of Paul reciting a Seamus Heaney poem, from the Institute of Irish Studies YouTube account.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Vibes based grading system.

(for @epistemologys, who wanted some post-canon, teacher WWX)

[mobius-m-mobius]

I can rewrite the story.

Loki 1x01 // 2x05

[kevindavidday]

expecting horrifying things to happen in the golden raven. however, can't get the thought of jean moreau's laugh out of my head. hope he has a good case of the giggles in tgr ykwim. hope he busts out the realest smile the world's ever seen and its blinding

[thrumugnyr]

My @acotargiftexchange gift for @witch-and-her-witcher: Secret lovers Tamlin and Rhysand

Big thanks go out to Santa helper @highlordofkrypton, who graciously offered to contribute a little ficlet for the piece as well~! You can read it under the cut:

Meet me when the spirit blossoms bloom

The stars fall from the sky, sneaky little droplets under the cover of Night. They slip through the crack of Tamlin’s window, dancing across his sheets with their tails entwined like held hands. The bright baubles play, forgetting their missive for a brief moment of joy. The littlest one tumbles, bumping right into the young lord’s chin. It scrambles over his lips and wiggles under his nose until its a—ah—

“Achoo!”

Tamlin wakes with a surprise. He looks at the lights, and they pass on the message with great theatrics. He scoops them into his arms, and carries them to the window sill where they may watch, or leave. Whatever they please. He dresses swiftly, faster than the anxious beat of his heart.

I shouldn’t. I can’t allow this to continue.

And yet, his fingers fly across the buttons of his shirt, buttoning them with swift ease. His body thrums with eagerness. Each thump in his chest speaks his truth: I want to see him, I want to see him, I want to see him. Tamlin scoops up the stars as he leaps onto the sill, gently tossing them into the sky. They have a duty now, too, to watch over them and warn them of danger. With each escape, Tamlin cannot help but expect the sound of the alarms, of the furious steps of his brothers and of his name twisted into that of a traitor’s, but it never comes. One day, it will, but he takes today for himself and gifts it to the one who summons him.

Tamlin slips out of his father’s court and flies the rest of the way, trusting his great tawny wings to carry him where he needs to go. Past Summer, past Winter and over the Middle. If these Lords sense his trespassing, they say nothing.

I have to tell him. I have to be strong for both of us.

The meadow in Dawn is one of many safe spaces where duty, tradition and expectation cannot find them. It is a quiet place shielded by trees where alabaster flowers bloom. Their cores are not of colourful pollen, but of tiny little wisps, little spirits of neither human nor faerie nature. The wisps keep their secret, and Tamlin will be eternally grateful to them.

There is no choice to make, only something he must do. Love or life. He cannot love if one of them is dead. By ending this, he is protecting both of them. He is making sure that his beauty, his wonder and his charm carry on somewhere in this damned world, even if it’s not with Tamlin. 

He will change lives. He has already changed mine.

It’s different in his presence. Rhysand brings the moon and the stars with him, his personal guard while the rest of the nation slumbers. A dashing smile blooms on his handsome features, growing wider and wider at the sight of Tamlin. His joy is clear on his face, and the flush on his cheeks is a matching pair to Tamlin’s.

“Rhysand,” Tamlin breathes.

“Darling,” Rhysand hums, reaching for him.

“Wait—”

The words get caught in his throat as he sees the elation in Rhysand’s face falter. The smile slips away, replaced with worry and… sadness.

“What is it?” Rhysand asks, just a whisper, as if he can still prevent the moment from shattering.

I can’t do it.

Tamlin closes his eyes, shaking his head. He exhales, and leans in close. “I think… I think I’m in love with you.”

Rhysand chuckles in relief. He bumps his head against Tamlin’s, mindful of his antlers. “I thought you were going to say something else. I love you too.”

There’s a sorrow in Rhysand’s eyes that never quite leaves, no matter how fine he appears. He knows what Tamlin was going to say. The end is coming, sooner or later, but not now. Not if Rhysand can help it.

Just one more day.

One more day by the spirit blossoms.

[i-like-forcefem]

Do you genuinely want to turn "boys" into girls or do you only do this to force them to do something they don't want to do just to laugh at them behind their backs and call them disgusting in front of everyone while they aren't around?

Cutie I like helping girls transition, sometimes all someone needs is a little push, and I aim to give them a massive shove right into a pool of Estrogen!

I’m genuinely a little surprised by this ask! (If you like degration maybe go to the @i-like-extreme-forcefem side blog?)

But seriously cutie, there’s nothing more fun than making a girl realise they’re a girl! Femininity is one of the world’s most beautiful things!

You’re allowed to be a girl and it’s not disgusting!