#i’m alright. i guess

[bugisbonkerz]

🫂🫂🫂

hope youre alright!

tank u <333

[fumifooms]

Dad always said I was like him

Meijack and Chilchuck Tims Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui

^ 1: Moony moonless sky, Fatima Aamer Bilal / 2: Bug like an angel, Mitski / 3: Woodtangle, Mary Ruefle / 4: The Third Hour of the Night, Frank Bidart / 5 & 6: FROM THE MAKERS OF "TWO-MOM ENERGY DRINK," IT'S "LET YOUR FATHER DIE ENERGY DRINK,", Daniel Lavery & Cecilia Corrigan / 7: Batman: Year Three (1989) / 8 & 9 : FROM THE MAKERS OF […], Daniel Lavery & Cecilia Corrigan / 10: Wilt, CJ the X / 11: How Do We Forgive Our Fathers, Dick Lourie / 12: Milk and honey, Rupi Kaur / 13: And My Father's Love Was Nothing Next To God's Will, Amatullah Bourdon / 14: Moony moonless sky, Fatima Aamer Bilal / 15: Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong, Ocean Vuong / 16: untitled, Joan Tierney v 17: Drunk, The Living Tombstone / 18: unknown

When your father tried his best to provide for you but he worked all the time and even when he was home he was either tired or stressed and he’s always liked to get drunk to relax and cheer up. When you know he values work ethics and respectability so you grew up to be capable and quiet. And when he says you’re like him you’re sort of puzzled, does he really know you so little, or does he know himself so little? But you like the feeling of your father ruffling your hair so you accept it, and still you stand next to your mother just as silent and just as stoic as her during family gatherings. He leaves again and again and when your mother leaves him nothing changes, really. You wonder if it’s more telling that you know him better than he seems to himself or that you don’t know him as much as you wish you did, or that you don’t think about him all that much these days. Out of sight, out of mind. And he’s never really been there, even when he was there, after all.

[ricky-mortis]

What a horrible rat bastard of a man ❤️

[spenglerstwinkie]

30 days to train aka 30 days for kars to cyber bully joseph

[kr-yoongi]

Colin Morgan in season 1 of Humans I want you.

(Timelapse below)

[sincerelywhistler]

✨PART 2✨ of things my husband does that are so violently Asher Coded, I had to compile a written list and turn them into headcanons:

part 1

- Draws himself a bath, pours a glass of wine, disappears with an entire box of cookies. Calls me into the bathroom 5 minutes later to sit with him because “there are too many cookies, I need help”

- Asks to be read a bed time story with full expectations of you actually reading him a bed time story

- disaster bi

- Gets flustered whenever our usual pizza delivery guy shamelessly flirts with him and I do nothing but watch him crash and burn

- Slides around the house in his socks. Has fallen down a few times because of it

- Lives in and breathes in and will die in his From Under The Cork Tree hoodie

- Already canon but has a million watt smile that could power a small country alone oh my god

- Unironically says “oh my lanta” ???

- Scarily in touch with others’ emotions. You don’t even have to speak and he knows exactly what’s up

- Lays on the bed kicking his feet like a teenage girl when texting or FaceTiming his bestie who is also- as you may recall- named David

- me: *bumps into an inanimate object*

him: *squaring up all big and tough* “THIS GUY FUCKIN BOTHERING YOU BABE? THIS GUY BOTHERING YOU??”

- Accidentally nearly Engaged In Activities with a group of swingers (he works at a coastal country club as an event coordinator and was asked to deliver drinks to someone’s party boat thing, didn’t see the instructions to leave the order at the dock, didn’t know why the pineapple decoration on the locked door was upside down when he knocked….)

- Hands always on me and his closest friends in some capacity while out in public

- Oh is it raining outside oh no can’t get your shoes wet let me just HEAVE YOU INTO THE AIR AND CARRY YOU TO SAFETY EVEN IF ITS ONLY TO WALK 10 FEET (he’s 6’3”, I’m 5’11”… it’s a spectacle)

[needlepine]

I’ve been thinkin about Needletail again recently, so here’s her boyfriend Rain

He goes to another school

[ssreeder]

every time I picture chang in LIAB I just think of those little Italian chef statues people put in their kitchens.

just thought to let you know.

well just so you know when I picture Chang this is all I can think about:

I have a type <3

[why-the-heck-not]

oh yes the big wild grandiose ambitious life goals like ”someday going to the grocery store without a budget”

[viccharine]

every couple of months something from like 2011-2016 starts trending again and everyone is like “ARE WE REGRESSING????” or “WHAT YEAR IS IT????”

idk guys it happens so often that maybe we should consider that no one on this site actually moved on

[hannibalspubes]

Some of y’all could not handle Hannibal season 4 when will graham walks out with wrinkles and a  receding hairline. I’ve seen the fan art, I’ve read the fanfics- as soon as will graham isn’t “twinkable” yall would loose interest. Stop lying to yourself.

Me and my mutuals tho we want to fuck that old man

[lebanesetoaster]

the common fanon is that they met over the eight dead bodies of agatha's original coven. and it makes as much sense as anything else

I know this wasn't a prompt but. I'm feeling fic-ish after all the unfinished questions. I'm not fact checking anything against canon, buckle up and come along for the ride if you please. How did they meet.

Agatha is reeling. She's sobbing. She feels like she can't pull enough fresh air into her chest. She's on her knees, surrounded by the mummified corpses of her coven. Of her mother. Of the only family she has ever known. The only thing she can see through her tears is purple light. It's cracking around her, popping and sparking and warm against the cool New England night.

And when she lifts her head, there's a soft green glow in the distance. She blinks once, twice, and her vision goes from purple to green, with a face alarmingly close, wide eyes peering at her curiously. Surrounded by calm green light, she can finally pull in a full breath of the cool night air, and another, and another. And suddenly, she's breathing rather than sobbing. And the dark eyes are still on her, brow furrowed in concern.

Moments pass, maybe seconds, maybe hours, with both of them breathing in unison. Just... breathing. Remembering how to breathe. Learning, perhaps. For a moment, she thought she might have forgotten how. But it's coming back to her. She's coming back to herself.

The purple has calmed too. It's dancing quietly along her fingertips now. Her vision is clearing. The woman's eyes are still on her.

Agatha knows all the women in town. This one is different. Unfamiliar. Clothes of moss and bark that almost appear to be growing from soft flesh. The woman tilts her head curiously, and Agatha mirrors the gesture. "Who are you," falls, unbidden, from her lips.

The woman startles, as if crashing back to reality, the soft calm in her eyes giving way to something else, something, for a moment, almost skittish, as her gaze flicks to the bodies. But Agatha shivers, and sways, exhaustion catching up to her. How long have they been here?

All at once, the ground seems to be rushing up to meet her, but not as quick as the woman. Her landing is soft.

[smallmartiniolive]

Hey. Don’t be upset. Ian Malcolm holds Alan Grant’s hand in Jurassic Park

[trash-can-sam]

Utopians

[gizmogirz]

Okay fiiiiine since everyone wanted me to draw Dan SOOOOO BAD (crickets)

[simgerale]

another cas shot but this time of someone i hope to introduce soon…!!! maybe tomorrow?