#but I love it

[lettertovera]

for me the office of tumblr it’s like good omens hell

“tumblr ceo sucks too” oh mood my bad I honestly forget we even have a ceo I kind of just view this website as a self governed purgatory that runs on sulfur and spite alone

[justaz]

*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*

merlin, magic user: oh fuck

arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?

lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic

gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!

mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.

percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.

*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*

elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.

leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:

*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*

leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.

[yeonzzzn]

this is 100% going to be my personality for the next year

[shotmrmiller]

since @xoxunhinged wanna talk about neighbor price in my dms.

neighbor price is... unsettling. pervasive. stands a little too close to you, skin prickling with unease. his touch lingers too long— a large hand on the small of your back, on your shoulder, squeezing like a vise.

doesn't wait for an invitation, simply assumes it's already been extended because you'd made small talk with him while watering your plants. mows your lawn without asking, fixes the rickety rough-hewn door to your backyard. (it didn't close all the way, you'd use a brick to keep it shut.)

"wasn't safe, love. there are bad men simply waitin' to take advantage of vulnerable people like you. you're all alone, yeah? not even a dog for protection." (he's the one who knows best. better than you do. patronizing.)

peers over the fence when you're out in the searing summer heat, pulling out weeds. wants to make sure you're not working too hard. pops in when you're in the garage with the door up doing something. "need help with anythin'?"

he bulldozes through your personal space under the guise of concern. a self-appointed guardian.

you get sick and he's already walking through your door, with a bowl of soup and a bottle of meds. he hands you a glass of water, watching you swallow most of it, only to finish the rest himself, his lips on the same spot yours had touched.

makes comments on your hair, your clothes. touches them like they're his. "won't the shirt get dirty? new hairstyle, right?" it's admiration yet feels possessive. claiming.

offers a helping hand yet hides the other behind his back, a cold chain in his fist.

you tell him that while his assistance is appreciated, it's unnecessary and he feigns innocence. "jus' tryin' to be a good neighbor, is all." good intentions. but you've never heard the other neighbors talk about how he's fixed their fence. changed the oil to their car. offer to fix that leaking sink of yours. he's got quite the selective generosity.

his words are coated with honey but there's still an acrid aftertaste. it sits thick on your tongue, coating your tastebuds. sticky residue on your hands, hard to get rid of. insistent. like his presence. just wedged himself into your life, a thorn under your skin. to remove him would be painful, it'd tear at the flesh.

(he'll take your tools, hide them in his shed so that you're obligated to ask him for a favor. forced to repay back this debt someday.)

poor you.

wait til the rest of the 141 come around. you're doomed. autonomy? not around here. price going on a solo, so he calls them over to keep an eye on you. :(

[alexsl-universe]

Fuck, I would love that, and would love even more if Steve joins 😏

Here me out. Right after Bucky has finally settled into a routine at the compoud with the others now that he's a free man. He slowly starts to explore hobbies again and pick up old habits he used to have when he was younger in the 40s. One of those, being smoking.

Now, I'm not saying smoking is not good for you. And Bucky knows thats, but fuck does it feel nice to have a smoke right after a mission. One with a glass of whiskey and a vintage vinyl lowly playing as he sits spread leg on his nice leather sofa that Sam and Nat helped him buy.

And when he met you, oh he was fucked. You quickly became his little devil on his shoulder. He'd have a cigarette after sex (pun intended) with you, and he swore He'd never felt more relaxed. After a long mission, you could taste the whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue, driving you to ride him until he was near past out. He thought you were everything he needed in his life...

Until you convinced him to try weed. Oh boy. The team thought he was a different person the one time they caught him high. His filter, gone. His sass, tripled. and his sex drive... through the fucking roof!! He has you bent over the back of the couch, blunt between his plump lips as he pounds into your dripping cunt. Your fogged brain high and happy as you feel Bucky send you over the edge again and again. Both of you would be fucking like rabbits before, either A) you both pass out. Or B) someone would come looking for you two. God forbid the poor sap that walks in on you two going at it.

Double points if it's steve. He's either joining or becoming a tomato and running away. Noting in-between.

[ellearts]

The Black Leopard

[foone]

DOOM ON A FLESHLIGHT.

It is the dawn of a new era of nonsense!

[phlebasphoenician]

Dunno what's more odd:

the Australian government making musical biopic about a popular British pop singer, which takes place in the planet of the apes universe for reasons that are never explained in the movie, or

the fact that it actually turned out good

[timethehobo]

Scribble scribble Emmy but in Ono Natsume style.

[tinytaako]

they make me so sick (i love them so much)

[checanty]

Song Of The Damned (book cover commission, unpublished) Prints | Instagram | Portfolio

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

me on here: Hobie Brown would NOT be traditionally romantic and chivalrous. Looking at it's historical and social implications-

me in my head:

[cewwart]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. cherry blossom season ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

[mocking-the-bird]

I love this character sm *draws his traumatizing resurrection*

[charmac]

The greatest proof of Macdennis canon isn't all the psychosexual shit the two of them have going on, but the fact that Dee and Mac's relationship is best characterised as "siblings-in-law"