#don't know where that came from

[shippingmclennon]

Yes. Love this all.

Side note: I have this theory that John had the best self esteem when he and Paul were close... I mean, like how happy, even confident, he looks whenever he makes Paul laugh. I'm just digging because I just read that Yoko quote by what's his face, just below this post. It's a shame that John had some sort of refuge that could've really saved him (probably did at a certain point) before it faltered and he had to resort to some deep, insecure trauma bond with a witch...

A Mclennon silent movie

September 9, 1964 Atlantic City

Highlights:

Paul pulling a prank on John with the chair

Ringo almost sitting on George

George dilligently answering questions while his parents are flirting

The under the table naughty payback, there's something evil when John looked directly into the camera. You can totally see John licking his mouth in satisfaction, must've been one hell of an inner thigh squeeze

That "ey" from Paul

Princess Paulie twirling his hair and being his beautiful self

[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴: (114/?)

[that-ineffable-devil]

Lol When Edwin shows back up after his first one-on-one with the Cat King and is like "I was only gone a few moments" and Charles is like "you were gone for hours" no wonder he was so suspicious the rest of the season.

But also, what would have happened if Edwin DID agree to the Cat King's original bargain. He...gets frisky with the Cat King...gets dropped back in and Charles is just sat there, crying, because he used up his anger days ago thinking Edwin was gone forever. The "palace" has been fully trashed by a now-broken cricket bat. Edwin's about to ask Charles what's going on and from behind him, Crystal gasps and drops her breakfast. Charles looks up and doesn't believe what he's seeing.

"Where have you been?" he whispers.

"I...I was only gone a few hours...what...what happened here?"

"Edwin...you've been gone for weeks."

[delayeddrabbles]

this is starting to break containment so I should add that this post is by @bloodybellycomb

[acowardinmordor]

The smoke in the air burned his eyes.

Eddie didn't move. Or couldn't. He wasn't sure. He had to wait for Steve, that was all that was left in his head. Steve was late, very late, but it would be okay. Steve was his alpha. His strange, no-longer-cookie-cutter alpha who was as strong as any other but who took care of the kids and never pushed or postured, who had blushed so pretty when Eddie finally found the balls to ask him out a few days ago.

He only met him after finding him sleeping in his car. He'd gotten drunk enough he couldn't drive, but was sober enough to know he shouldn't. Eddie took pity on him, drove him home, got him hydrated, got him some tylenol and crackers and a can to puke in. He didn't do it with any purpose or secret goal. Guy just looked pathetic enough that Eddie couldn't not help.

That was February. It took until April before they could be called friends. It was the top of June when Eddie admitted - after getting called out by Robin - that he was flirting. And that maybe, maybe, Steve wasn't as offended by it as he would have been a year before. Eddie asked him out a few days ago, asked him to go with him to the carnival for the fourth of July, having finally realized that Steve was so tender hearted he wasn't going to ask, no matter how obvious Eddie made his interest.

They were supposed to go on their first date.

Steve was going to rush home after work, and meet Eddie at the carnival, and they were going to eat funnel cake and watch fireworks, and Eddie was going to 'forget' his jacket at home so he could borrow Steve's and never give it back.

They were going to go on a date, and Steve was so late the carnival was over, but that was okay, Eddie would forgive him for it. It was okay, and Steve would know he wasn't mad, because Eddie was here, and he was going to be waiting for him when Steve came out of the mall.

He was always hungry after a shift, and today he was running so late. They'd go to the 24 hour diner and Eddie would make fun of him for how he mixed condiments to get different sauces for his fries, and they'd plan a new date.

[chaoticstrata]

There's some Crack in this Ship

Me: ...you want to ship who now? Brain: Hear me out, it'll work. Me: They haven't even met-- Brain: You came up with Magnai/Thancred. Me:....-mutters- Technically you came up with that. Brain: What? Me: Nothing. Brain: Right. Anways...this Rass/Lana idea...

[one-blaze-of--glory]

I've never watched a single episode of spn but I've been thinking about the implications of being stuck inside a meme

[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

[esli-esli]

Ace was always surprised no leaves were picked up by the stronger blasts, but he figured he could also walk through piles of leaves without taking them with him.

"Wow I hadn't realized the wind was this harsh, when I got here," his friend said.

Ace knew the weather was actually quite quiet, and that his friend was talking about the winds that seemed to be around whenever he was in the wilds.

Ace moved his hands in a small soothing gesture, and the winds reacted. They quit whistling, moving a bit quiter, but still quite fast, seeming to lose the threatening attitude, and gaining an excited one. Ace didn't know when he learned to read the winds emotion, but he figured it didn't matter.

As Ace made moved his hand, the winds started moving in a specific direction, excited to show him what they had discovered.

The winds greeted him as he stepped over the threshold and back out into the wilds. It curled around him almost possessively, whistling at his friend as they made their way over.

[starsarestories]

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's James thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because no one knew about their relationship

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Sirius thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he's supposed to hate him, even though he doesn't

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Pandora thinking she's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping her sadness a secret because the world hated her best friend, but she never stopped loving him

"no, one mourns the wicked" but it's Barty thinking he's the only one mourning after Regulus died and keeping his sadness a secret because he hasn't been able to speak a word since Evan died last spring

[hallowvamp]

I know I talked about it not that long ago, but I am once again thinking about Louis holding "Lestat's" face like he's the most beautiful and precious thing in the world.

Even when they were making out passionately, his hands were still gentle. They were never rough. They were just tenderly holding.

Bonus: him rubbing Lestat's cheek with his thumb

Anyway, he loves Lestat so much. I need to go cry over it.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

what if you went fishing in a nuclear cooling pool. then for dinner you could make fission chips

[patolemus]

There’s just something about Stiles being so unflinchingly violent if it’s to protect Derek, of him having vivid fantasies about bashing his bat against Kate’s pretty blonde hair until her brain splatters across the room, about cutting Jennifer’s tongue and arms off so she can’t spell or touch Derek ever again, about lighting Gerard on fire and ripping Kali’s head off her shoulders...

[the-applepi]

pouty

he's ,':<

Still not quite there with capturing the pudding-esque nature of Kenma's hair, but maybe someday I'll get it.

Still up there with my favorite manga panels. Not much to say here

[dr-chalk]

Goodnight Dad I love you