#i would have two nickels meme

[purrvaire]

black sails + tumblr text posts I have on my phone

[the-shy-artisan]

him

[panpanix]

if Oci had a nickel for every time she found someone with broken wings at the beginning of a reset she would have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[peachesnplums95]

If I had a nickel for every time I saw a LMK Fan draw bald Wukong-

Just a silly little thing I noticed and decided to make a meme out of. Bald Wukong 1 By Radiobugso Bald Wukong (and earless) 2 By Sky300024

Give him back his kingly mane (and his ears please) he is cold (and now deaf) @radiobugso

@sky300024

Your artworks look yummy; can I please eat them? Okay but in all seriousness, love both of your artworks! Please never stop being such gems!

[custard-cream-queen]

I was so proud of myself with this one.

(An image of the “Is this a pidgeon?” Meme, but “pidgeon” has been replace with “Elias Bouchard” and the butterfly has covered by a picture of a grey parrot with a metal pipe”)

(I’ve never done one of those before so I hope I did it right)

[corpumderelictum]

Brian if Twitter existed in August 1974:

[robotclownindulgence]

though i live in the boonies i had a fun "the world is small" moment this year when i was recommended an animatic with music by an artist i hadn't heard before and when i looked them up i found out they lived like an hours drive away from me

[official-time-loop-posts]

Official Time Loop Post

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

[victorystalline]

"Is it possible to get a restraining order on a book? Because I think my life would be better if I never see the Scarlet Book again."

[ruination-fangs]

[su1cidoll]

i’ve had multiple uber drivers ask me if i’m russian based on my facial features and i awkwardly have to say “ahaha no, but i am ukrainian on my dads side :)” and then they start speaking ukrainian at me and i have to stop them and say i don’t know the language or anything cuz my dad only found this out and told me a few years ago and they always seem so disappointed DHSJFJJDF LIKE. IM SORRY???? I GUESS😭😭

[aunteutis]

but it's weird it happened twice

he can't keep doing this to me!!!!!

[mielmoto]

FANTASY, NOBILITY, ETC. prompts (accepting)

@swevene / ferdinand submitted:

heart of gold. sender renounces their title to be with the receiver.

It was all so romantic, wasn't it? The whole concept of him: a wayward prince, traveling lands near and far with naught in his heart but a wanderlust and unwavering desire to lend his hand to any in need; relinquishing the luxuries conferred to him by birth to instead experience the life and trappings of "common" man.

Anyone might reasonably assume he must have an ulterior motive; perhaps he viewed the whole endeavor as nothing more than a quaint vacation, a sojourn so that he may play tourist in the lives of those little people so far beneath his station—comfortable in the knowledge that he could, at any moment, return to the fretless comfort of his sovereignty. She might have assumed as much, if not for how his story mirrored her own—promised dominion over an inherited court given up to, instead, explore much of what the mortal world had to offer, wandering freely between the borders of this realm and the next.

A curious reflection, far too intriguing not to chance a closer look. Whatever reputation the folk may have, (oft deserved), her interest was innocent, her approach undesigning. She hadn't plans to steal him away—though the temptation always niggled when a particularly charming mortal came along—but rather came with a proposed exchange: if he'd let her play supporting character in his story, for a time, she'd broaden his horizons into realms which few mortals ever glimpsed.

A good deal, no? And a rare, even bargain, given the tricksier contracts which fairies were known to forge; neither stood anything to lose, and the deal could be broken at any time, simply parting ways and returning to their chosen paths. It was meant to be simple. Lightsome, and rewarding.

When, exactly, the change occurred, she couldn't say. Where did the boundary of light-hearted interchange and intimacy lie? At what point does a fascination grow to a fixation, to attachment? When had she decided that she didn't want to relent that little nook she'd carved for herself in his fable?...and when—if indeed the starry look in his eye was the proof she thought it to be—had she forgotten herself?

His declaration is a wake-up call. The reverie sewn over some months, suddenly broken.

She hadn't planned to steal him away, but had nearly done so, regardless; her desires, unspoken, had cast their spell over him, and nurtured the same enchantment in turn. A fact which stokes a nigh-unheard of flash of guilt in her chest, cursing her lack of control.

❝ Don't say that—oh, my sweet prince, please... ❞

...forgive me, she pleads somewhere beneath what words she does speak.

By and large, the fairy was not one to respect destiny. Honey had been long defiant in the face of "fate," and was ever the advocate for rebelling against what so-called prophets predeclared. Each creature was born to forge lives of their own making, as she saw it, and should bare no shackles to any will beyond their own... but he was not of the same mind. The prince bore his prophecy as a promise; he pursued it with an honest, hopeful heart. It was the very object of faith which had driven his noble journey in the first place, and lead him to a life worth living.

And she may be of fair folk, but was no cursed maiden.

He was not her hero, and she not the hard-won end to his tale—she was merely an interlude. A momentary diversion on his path, which he was long overdue to be set straight upon. These thoughts she conveys, in so many words, with a half-hewn smile and a distant sadness in her tone.

❝ An intermission as beautiful as a play, itself, to me. And one I promise I won't ever forget, as long as I live. ❞

Even though he, hopefully, would. Peony-pink lips press to his forehead; casting off the charm which had set the shimmer in his gaze, whisking away whatever fantasy future he might have envisioned and much of their time, with it. It is not a void of memory left behind—she wouldn't be so cruel—but a rewritten one; her parts in it filled with other faces, and glimpses of the world at the edge of his own made hazy, ephemeral...like a dream he could barely skim with his fingertips. And she, the same: a face he might almost remember. A fantasy, fleeting.

All as it should be.

[cheswirls]

how do you read the same fic a million times and then jokingly click the kudos button only for it to go thru bc you've never left a like 🙈 i'm so embarrassed. this is the second time in the past few days

[crossbackpoke-check]

Fixed point (mathematics) // The History of Perspective // "Point of Disappearance", Dennis Held // How the Hughes hockey family stays grounded // Fixed Point Photography-- // "Portrait of A.", Tung-Hui Hu // Mic'd Up | Hughes NHL 25 cover shoot // "Burnt Norton", T.S. Eliot // "Circuitry", Janine Joseph // Bruce Bennett // Nick Wass // from obedience [maybe one day, during a point in time], kari edwards // Bill Rapai // "Errand Upon Which We Came", Stephanie Strickland // Benchmark (surveying)

art kid luke hughes

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Look who's yapping again lmao

Oh my god I just can't stop thinking about Showtime switching genders! Pomni actually becoming a short (twink) king and Caine a giant MILF and I'm just grrrR GRRR GRRRJAJDKAKQOEJWOWGRRRRGAAAKSSKWKKWNE SOMEONE SEND HELP!

*inhales* Sorry, I just love the big wife, small husband topic so fucking much!

(Insert the meme of the woman kissing a guy against a fence here LOL)

Well welll wellll.... If I had a nickel for everytime someone asked me about a genderswapped Harlequin Showtime, I would have two nickels

anyways wow look at that what a coincidence I happen to have made a concept!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /j /lh

Chat they're so chaotic couple core. I'm very mentally ill I need them to KISS

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