#i can’t quit him

[bloominginthesun]

Me: I’m not gonna romance Gale this time I swear-

Gale: A hand?—

Me:

[wildsaltair]

STOP IT he doesn't deserve to be sad and haunted by the past

[daysofnights]

when sirius and james accidentally find out about regulus’ crush on james, sirius makes the mistake of assuming him and james are on the same page and tells him he trusts him to do the right thing (ie let regulus down easy) james misinterprets this as sirius trusting him to never do anything that could hurt regulus and starts planning the wedding

[spookyxsam]

This film was stunning. And that JACKET! 🤤

Pedro as Silva in Strange Way of Life

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[dirtgrubber]

“oh you…”

@morningstarwrites you literally kill me every time you post a chapter

[keravnos-kori]

hey😁 how are you coping 😁😁😁

i’m in denial.

[timethehobo]

Lil Emmy prepping for another work week.

[onlykenobimatters]

In which the kaminoans make a simple clerical error and hand Prime the wrong clone; Jango spends months doting on and loving his son only for them to come to him and apologize: they confused his unaltered clone with CC-2224. They take his son his Kote the clone from his arms and settle another little bundle there and it pulls loose the thought he’d been so desperate to never think: they’re just babies. Children. If there wasn’t something intrinsically different between them, then Jango had condemned children to death.

Jango can feel a massive headache coming on as he clutches the clone the child his son and wonders where he took a wrong turn in his life.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Arctic Monkeys on Absolute Radio, 2011 ☆

[microwavingfranky]

Big bro 😭 finally got through all of Marineford… these guys make me soft

[ihavesomejays]

face yourself

closeup under keep reading

[ragingtrees]

my friend dimple

[strawberriederror]

I forgot people here know me woopsies.. but anywho, here’s an Art drawing I decided to make! 💝

And a new little banner for my Art drawings!!! I honestly loved making it, I might make more <3

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

Chat, I regret to inform you that I have added a new hyperfixation…so…

Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

Alice: Hold the fuck up.

Also Alice, crawling into Lilia’s lap: It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Hold me.

Rio: I have an idea!

Jen: No murder.

Rio, sighing petulantly: I no longer have an idea.

Lilia: I have a bad feeling about this…

Agatha: What do you mean?

Alice: Don’t you ever get that little voice in the back of your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Agatha: No.

Jen: That actually explains so much.

Lilia: As far back as I can remember, I’ve always had this little voice in my head telling me to “live it up today, because there’s not gonna be a lot of tomorrows”.

Agatha: You do realize there’s medication designed to get rid of those kinds of voices, right?

Teen: A bird flew in through my window and I’m trying to befriend it.

*later*

Agatha: Why don’t you quit bothering me and go talk to your bird friend?

Teen: Matthew and I are not speaking at the moment.

*the coven, huddling together behind a makeshift shelter to shield themselves from repeated gunshots*

Alice, hastily shoving the others behind her so she can return fire: Agatha, do you have any idea who would want to shoot you?!

Agatha, squashed between Jen and Rio: Many people want to shoot me. I take great pride in that!

Jen, glaring at the group as she hands over bail money:

Alice, tapping her shoulder: What about Teen?

Jen, glaring more: I’ve got to bail him out too? Where’s Agatha?

Teen: No one called her. We used Lilia’s phone call to call Alice and Rio’s to call you. Then Rio used my phone call to vote for American Idol.

Rio: :)

Jen: Rio isn’t answering her phone.

Agatha: Here, I’ll try.

Jen: Alice and I have tried six times each, what makes you think that-

Rio, picking up on the first ring: Hey, sweetheart.

Agatha: The ends always justify the means!

Jen: Do you know who said that?

Agatha: Was it Oprah or someone nice and great like that?

Jen: It was Machiavelli. A decidedly non-Oprah like person.

Jen: I bet you didn’t even finish the thing I asked you to get done!

Agatha: For your information, I most certainly did! Got it done last night!

Teen, whispering to Agatha: You didn’t get it done, did you?

Agatha, whispering back: I don’t even know what she’s talking about.

Lilia: I am at a loss for words!

Teen, glancing at the camera like his mom like he’s on The Office: Despite being lost for words, Lilia yelled at us for the next 45 minutes.

Agatha, carrying Señor Scratchy out of the room:

Señor Scratchy: *snuggles under her chin*

Agatha, kissing his head: You are being punished. Please stop being adorable. I love you.

Teen: I got a trampoline tent for summer sleepovers!

Jen, whispering to the other adult witches: …think of all the sex.

Alice: There are two types of people.

Rio: If you wanted to eat someone, you could put a fire under it and slowly roast them :)

Lilia: …three. Three types of people.

Jen, cautiously: I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before, but…Teen, you are a little crazy.

Teen: Aren’t we all a little crazy here, Jen?

Jen: No, I mean you’re aging-ballerina, child-chess-prodigy, professional magician kind of crazy.

Teen: It’s my mom’s fault. You know, we come from a Jewish family, but she used to tell me the reason Santa didn’t come was because my room was too dirty.

Rio: I’ve come looking for trouble. And if I can’t find trouble, I WILL create some.

Alice: Do you trust me?

Lilia, smiling proudly at her: Yes.

Alice, who has been completely panicking: Wait, what? Why?!

Agatha, awkwardly glancing around for help: Er…Alice, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what to say to people who are crying. So I’m just gonna hope that the tone of my voice makes you think I do, okay, sweetie?

Alice, sniffling: …thanks, Agatha.

Agatha, patting her on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm: No problem, kid.

Lilia: I told Agatha about it weeks ago!

Teen: She WHAT?

Agatha: What??? Lilia says insane shit all the time, how was I supposed to know this one was true?!

Lilia: Bank accounts are a sham created by the shadow government!

Agatha: SEE?!

BONUS:

Wanda, watching from the afterlife: so…when exactly do kids grow out of that whole emo, rebellious stage?

Lorna, shrugging: I don’t know. Alice is still in it.

[happy-snake-noises]

Dick Grayson dies alone.

A drug bust, a rogue show off, a gang war. It didn’t matter in the end—it should have been simple but a well timed explosion or gunshot or gas fucked everything up.

And Dick Grayson is left to die alone.

Well not truly alone.

He can hear the rest of his family in his ear piece; Oracle’s yelling instructions over the comm lines as everybody scrambles to wrap up their fights and find him before it’s too late.

Dick is bleeding out, he knows it and they know it too, but despite their worries they have hope. Because it’ll work out. It always works out.

Just hang on a little longer.

It’ll be fine, you hear?

Just keep talking. Don’t go to sleep, we’re almost there.

Dick entertains them, cracks poor jokes between bloody coughs and shallow breaths.

The realisation eventually sets in after a moment, when Oracle curses the trackers and the team looks out at the vast expanse of damage they have to cover.

Dick falls quiet too, listening to them come to the same conclusion he did.

Jason is the first to start speaking again as they begin their search through the city for their brother.

You did good, Dick. Don’t worry. We’ll find you.

Not a promise of how or if or when.

He will be found.

Softer words followed after Jason’s first, still reassurances but no longer the same promises of safety they were frantically making before.

Dick dies alone, listening to his friends and family speak to him softly over the comms.

They do find him, hours later, after his body’s gone cold and his blood as drained from his skin. They promise that they’ll keep him dead, let him rest in the grounds behind Wayne Manor, where he gets to find and rejoin his parents once again.