#i’m deAD

[void-dude]

There’s no rest for the wicked

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Siiiiigh things are heating up in the Stanford pines au fandom or whatever….

[thegoldenretrieverandthegaynerd]

I just can’t…..seriously just can’t…

[swords-and-chaos]

[hotchbabygirl]

no words.

[justbackgroundnoise]

Emma Maltais giving the people what they want: CJ and content that is absolute gold 😂

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Every time Jean grabs Jeremy’s chin

Bonus:

[sillybilly4]

Old comic wip that I will never finish, BABY HEKET MY LOVE ❤️❤️❤️

Then a current version LMFAO

[scoobydoodean]

HELP

[animesketch-es]

The orange cat and blue dog‼️‼️ (everyone clapped)

[acrosstobear]

OSCAR PIASTRI DOWN BAD??????

[heyitsspaceace]

thinking about how empty charles and edwin’s lives would have been if they never died. like the concept of death, especially their deaths, are horrid and unfair. but if they never died they would have never found each other. even in death things can beautiful and that tears me up from the inside out. it’s not till death do us part, but when death brings us together.

[halles-notebook]

bathing with jon snow

(suggestive blurb?)

hear me out. he would be so unbelievably gentle with you, your body’s both engulfed in steaming water with flushed cheeks. (from the heat or each other?) he would tentatively brush your hair over your shoulder and away from your smooth back, lightly grazing it with the sopping bath sponge filled with flowery-scented soap over every ridge and tiniest crease of your skin.

his mind would be so foggy and his eyes glazed because everything smells undeniably like you and your so so close and he just can’t take it. he’d rub in your shampoo so delicately, taking care not to pull on any knots or cause any discomfort. rinsing it out might just be his favorite part, watching your blissed expression as he gently scrunches the water out of your soft hair.

poor baby wouldn’t know how to act when you turn and give him your prettiest grin, doe eyes staring up at him in admiration, telling him that it was his turn. he just about short-circuits. when you reach for the more “manly” smelling suds, he grabs your wrist carefully, eyes pleading with you to just not.

you would giggle, “you wanna smell like me, baby?” and his cheeks would flame but he’d nod anyways. “mhm, every one’s gotta know ‘m yours, don’t they?” and now it’s your turn to blush. the GROANS he would let out as you rake your small hands through his knotted curls would be enough to send any woman to heaven.

and when you set down the sponge and instead decide to use your hands to rub your scent all over his scarred skin and ridged abs? oh yeah he’s done for

[from-the-stars-to-the-moon]

I’m afraid this edit has caused my heart to cease beating. SOS😵

Why yes, Spencer!! I would love some books, food, and a shoulder to cry on, how lovely of you to ask 🤗🤗🥰😚🫶

[rozzsum]

GUYS!? WHAT THE ACTUALLY F***K?! HOW I SUPPOSE TO LIVE NOW?! FREYA POSTED THIS AND JUST LEAVE US FOR BECOME INSANE?!

NOAMAE SHIPPERS WE WON AGAIN!!!

Oh, what a wonderful day!!!

‘Tis pic gives me a reason to re watch the movie for the fifth time… I need to seen this scene in my vision.

Wes Ball I will not forgive you for deleting this hug!!!

[atrashmammall]

There is something in Carpenter, the first we meet to turn away from the trawler man; dead, and not dead yet, in the white gull that makes me so incredibly insane.

If she is dead she is dead in the white gull, dead in the heart of the trawler man, trapped forever in the grasp of the god she fought so hard to be rid of.

If she is not dead yet then she was saved by the white gull, saved because of the trawler man, forever indebted to the god she wanted nothing more to do with.

There is something so unbelievably insane about Anathema Carpenter; dead, and not dead yet.

[aychama]

God of Death.