#husbands fav ever

[alyjojo]

Today I give thanks to cake decorators, calligraphers, artists, surgeons, and anyone else that successfully wields a steady hand in their profession, because I DO NOT possess this talent aaaand this has been very difficult.

Writing, not baking, that’s fine. I’m a cursive writer, it’s taking everything in my power to not chicken scratch my way through these, so help me 🤦‍♀️ My writing is not easy to read, and these are for my kid’s cookie swap. This is a gift many take for granted ijs. I’d rather bake them. I suck at this 😆

And here have a recipe 🍪

These have only gone through one dip, needs 2 😊

[thomashelbyswife]

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders S3E2

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[last-pages]

me when they're doomed from the beginning... me when the ending is prophesized and it's sad... me when i know the ending at the start but read it anyway

[aliciamorov]

BUT DARLING YOUUUUU AREEEE THE ONLY EXCEPTION ‼️‼️‼️(I love him so much)(the only exception coded)

[graceful-not]

oh.

OH.

MISS INMEE I THINK IM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU HOLY SHIT

[very-uncorrect]

I drew a human!Max design because I'm procrastinating

[mars-ipan]

the parallels......

[chocsra]

OMG U LIKE BES TOO?!?! 😍😍😍

mizu is so fine oh my god

YESYESYES ‼️‼️

i love revenge shit like blue eye samurai or kill bill, and like the kdrama my name and the glory oh my gawddd

it doesn't help that mizu is literally my man ✌️I WATCHED IT BACK IN DECEMBER THOOO

i wanna see her in her london fit tbh 🙏

[spunknbite]

South Downs, revisited

The garden faces south.

Wisteria and lavender. Borders of delphinium. Brilliant violet asters, peonies and shock-white hydrangeas. Hostas that could use splitting come spring. Hollyhocks thriving, standing ten feet easy. Lady’s Mantle, climbing roses, snap dragons. Yarrow, a lot of yarrow.

Grow you a garden. Start from seed, from the beginning, the inception. Dirt under fingernails, cracked terracotta pots, noon sun high. Watch stalks rise and flowers bloom, creation, something new and whole and yours.

There’s lattice-work arches too. A little neglected, water-warped wood imprinted with decades of climbing tendrils tattooing the grain. The clematis has fallen back, overstretched and thinning at the apex, but still the stains of its vines remain on the wood, revealing past summers. The patio stones that dot the perimeter are smoothed almost slippery from years of use and rain. Initials are carved in the trunk of the overgrown birch that shadows the back gate. SM + RB dug deep in testament, a fine layer of moss creeping at the edges.

Loved, this garden was loved by its former caretakers. Could be loved again, certainly.

There’s room enough to spread out. Add some colour — daylilies, cosmos, bellflowers. Coax some ivy up the brick. Mint as ground cover, along with flowering thyme, lily of the valley, phlox. 

He could build an awning off the back wall, offer some more cover. Move the hostas – they’d be happier under the protection. Plant some astilbes, coral bells, some begonias in the summer. Add a few lounges, a place for an angel to read while it storms. 

Maybe an apple tree, if he’s feeling bold.

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“I quite miss the country,” Aziraphale says one afternoon. A sip of tea, the familiar clink of cup on saucer. “It’s been centuries.”

“Tadfield?”

“Centuries since I’ve holidayed properly. The occasional day trip hardly counts.”

“You can’t leave this shop.”

“Not permanently, maybe just to get some air. See the sky again.” Saucer meets desk. A smile his way, blue eyes alight,

“And I will make thee beds of Roses  And a thousand fragrant posies,  A cap of flowers, and a kirtle  Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle”

“For Satan’s sake, you’re invoking Marlowe of all people?”

“And why shouldn’t I? Just because he’s been a smidge overshadowed by —”

“You know he was an atheist, angel?”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

“And that broken clock can write poetry too?”

“Quite.”

The bell above the shop door rings, and Aziraphale is off. 

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The third bedroom is just a nook really; it peaks out of a dormer window overlooking the back garden. It has built-in shelves along one wall, inset and bordered with the sort of colonial crown moulding that Crowley imagines only Aziraphale would truly appreciate. Grandmotherly; shelves seemingly meant to house sun-faded doilies and ceramic cats.

But it could be a library. Granted, a small one, but there was space enough for a collection of the essentials with room to spare under the window for a desk. An angel must keep up with his correspondence, after all. 

Dear angel, he’d written once, centuries ago. Then scribbled it out.

Dear angel, he’d written again, not long after. Then burned it.

Dear angel, he’d written again and again and again. Wasted paper made pulp made paper again, never sent.

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He buys the damned cottage. 

Dumb idea. Impulsive, really. Like a lot of what he did, what he still does — gets a notion in his demonic skull and just charges on, unencumbered by reflection. As if he trusts some higher power is looking out for him, has his back – the absurdity of it. Once upon a time before the beginning of the world, he’d sauntered vaguely downward without really considering all the consequences, the ramifications of it all; hadn’t weighed and measured, worked out the celestial maths. No, he made a choice and paid for it without knowing the price.

(he would have kept sauntering on anyway, knowing where it would ultimately lead — earth and humans and their wonderful cars and Aziraphale and and and — but he hadn’t known then, couldn’t have known, just what shape his damnation would take, and that was rather the point; he was a careless idiot)

Here too, on earth. We can run away together — Alpha Centauri. Get an idea, a cocked up, stupid thought and go all in on it. 

The Bentley, raging down London streets. A sharp, nearly blind corner. Is there oncoming traffic? Could he stop if he wanted to? Who’s even in control, has he ever been? Has he gone from one master to another to another?

You go too fast for me, Crowley.

So he buys the damned cottage, because what else can he do?

-----

Aziraphale gets in the elevator and Crowley gets in the Bentley. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it’s not South Downs.

Also on ao3 for anyone interested.

[raeathnos]

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[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Hello lovely-ish people

I'm the one who asked about your fav horror movies

Here's some recommendations:

Alastor - dude I know you're old but seriously, horror has improved (kinda) since your prime, try watching Tarot or The legend of lake hollow, or even Human centipede, Tusk and Smile

Vox - you... already have good taste not much I can give you but have you watched Thanksgiving, idrk if you'll like it but it's kinda similar to the Scream movies

Husk - same as Vox ig

Angel -... yeah uhh Piranha ig... imma be honest there aren't many movies I can recommend you that aren't either banned from most places or labeled as snuff films sry, stick to X ig

Velvette - I loved the Babadook, you should try Smile too and Tarot 💜

Val (😒) - same as Angie, I can't recommend anything since alot of horror movies similar to Jennifer's body or X are either banned or labeled as snuff films, so idk go watch your own trashy films 😒

Charlie - not sure if warm bodies counts as horror sweetie, try Bodies bodies bodies or Carrie or the conjuring franchise (you can even recommend these for your dad)

As for the rest, I haven't seen those movies yet but I'll get back to you once I do ✨

"No."

"I haven't. Looked a little cheesy to me, but I still might check it out."

"No thanks. Thought those commercials looked like crap."

"Oh, there are plenty a' other horror movies I like. X is just my favorite!"

"You're the second person to recommend Smile. Guess I'll have to check it out."

"I'd rather watch my own shit, anyway."

"Oh, uh, no thanks! Those are a little... much for me!"

[thesilverlady]

I just saw a viral post about how the Velaryon boys suffered the most in the war and I'm sorry but how do you say this when Rhaenyra takes the cake for suffering the most in that family 💀

[1980ssunflower]

kissing my husbands currently

[aliciamorov]

That is so fucked up but just imagining Simon being so comforting as shit makes me feel so much better like ughhhhh maybe it's a little ooc but idc I just need him to reassure me that everything is going to be okay and life is actually worth living

MY HUSBAND I LOVE YOU PLEASE

(it's almost 2am istg my brain is not working well)

[dulcewrites]

Myrah in part 4 of fcc is so funny girl (the song) coded

[abimee]

you know it didnt click until know that the reason me and him were arguing about it in my dream was because he was gonna have the child. i think i need some time to myself