#he doesn’t deserve it

[fijiwater33]

Hopefully a future dinner for the Desmond’s will look like Damian info dumping about his class he took that day, and Melinda asking Demetrius if he plans on introducing the girl that tackled him to her anytime soon.

[angelic-waffles]

Some character sprites from some weird ass game my dad has from the 90s abt mouth wash or summ

[miserymet]

On a scale of 1-10, how mad would y’all be if I unbalded Wily?

[highladyofterrasen7]

Actual comments I have seen on both insta and tumblr 😬😬😬

Wasn’t aware that slut shaming was okay. Especially when all feyre did was stand against tamlin and ianthe

I saw a post once that all she did was hand him the weapon. He had every opportunity not to pick it up and use it. (Something like that.) And it fits.

[aisforarlili]

He definitely has a yt channel

[thecatsaesthetics]

I love how some people’s biggest complaint about Feyre is she “destroyed” the Spring Court.

And mine is SJM didn’t let her do worse to Tamlin. I would have LOVED a full on revenge arc in ACOWAR. Let her destroy that man.

[orphyd]

I see where everyone’s priorities lie…

[rununcal]

Here’s progress on the model for today!

As you can see I made him a little more fucked up and, yes, maybe he’s fucked up in other less desirable ways (vertices I hardly know her), but i’m fairly proud of it. I was going to add the other hand and eyes and clean it up today but I have something tomorrow I’ll probably need a full sleep for so I’ve decided against it.

Tell me if I should add any other, more simple medieval bits since it’s possible I might decide against the poncho! It looks scary to rig and also make.

Sometimes this image helps remind me that I’m trying my best

[holycartoonwarrior]

I wish they let stewy cry once, I would’ve gotten immense (completely NON SEXUAL (lying)) satisfaction.

[stripesysheaven]

the way i love seeing ben and leland get beat up, but if someone even lays a finger on finch i’ll cry

[gabrielferaud]

it’s like after a certain time of night a switch flips in my brain and I can’t stop thinking about alexander alekhine

[ultfan]

more people should kiss komaeda

[seveneyesoup]

if i color this i think i’m gonna fuck it up so here. valentine, four days later than i wanted to post him but (reference below the cut)

^^by ernest chiriaka, esquire magazine calendar february 1954, found on pinterest

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Garmau/Laurmau ship wars still happening but the only battle Aarmau fans are having is a tug of war with Jess over who gets to keep him. /j

[misty-eyed-memory]

@responsibleanya @gh0st1al

tulpar crew.. i love u all..

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)