#i'm proud of this so here you go

[justanotherignot]

[j-rye]

bun ny bunny bu nny bunny ? @wolfertinger666

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

Memories 2016 - Blood Sweat & Tears MV Making Story cr. 0613data Suga and Jimin (redux)

[pardonmydelays]

anyway this is my fucking jacket. i have decided i'm not going to spend like... over 100$ on something i could try to recreate myself so i just bought some white paint and made this in two days. i've literally never done anything like this before so i'm kinda proud of how it turned out.

for reference, this is the original jacket:

yes. that's literally the best picture i could find. whatever. you all know this jacket anyway.

[pixelglam]

Somewhere in New England, United States. 🌊

[chiropteracupola]

"Oh, Fitzjames, I wouldn't dare lean on you... there's so much grease in your hair, I'd probably slide right off."

[@dxppercxdxver and I have been working very hard on ...the terror, but make it glee. yes this is a good use of our time.]

[rinto190]

unfortunately this is the only part of the image i can show without spoilers because the full piece is a masterpiece

[wingsofhcpe]

thinking about the garrison getting the news of the Savoy massacre.

thinking about Treville reading the missive and feeling the earth dissolve into air under his feet, realising that by giving away the location he doomed his men to the slaughter.

thinking about him having to tell Athos and Porthos.

thinking about Athos going into shock because God, no, not again, he can't have lost his little brother again like he lost Thomas.

thinking about Porthos going into absolute rage- and grief-filled denial and insisting that they leave right now because Aramis is okay, he has to be, he can't have abandoned them, he can't have left them not like Porthos' mother did.

thinking about Athos trying to cope by slipping into professional soldier mode, detached, emotionless and trying to prepare Porthos for what they'll find.

thinking about them seeing the bodies and knowing their brother, their Aramis, is lying dead among the other corpses. And then they find him, and Porthos yells that he's alive and suddenly Athos is crumpling because Aramis is safe he's safe he didn't lose another brother. Treville scoops up Aramis in his arms and holds him tight for a moment, just one, because Aramis is his salvation too, his survivor, the only of his men who came back alive and thus not all is lost, and Treville vows never to let Aramis suffer again as he did that day.

thinking about Athos and Porthos holding Aramis between them, wrapping him and themselves in blankets to share their body heat and warm him. Aramis waking up and asking for Marsac but then realising Athos and Porthos are here and he breaks, crying and sobbing and begging them not to leave him in the cold all alone with the dead, too. And that is when the three of them vow, All for one and one for all, that it's either all three of them together or not at all. Nobody gets left behind.

thinking about Savoy and brotherhood and the boys just clinging to each other no matter what, because even when all seems lost, they're still the Inseparables, and that will always mean something.

[pink-flame]

You're my neck of the, neck of the woods Leave you, babe, I never could Ginger and gestures of goodwill go forth, let go Of sorrow and sadness and spite I'm somebody taller tonight

Neck of the Woods - Maisie Peters

[mintjeru]

close enough, welcome back tsukiyomi ikuto

open for better quality | no reposts

[ruvviks]

Vitali kept cutting and cutting and cutting, tears dripping down onto his tank top and into the sink. He accidentally scraped one of the scissor blades past his finger- and his tears rapidly mixed with a few drops of deep red blood. He loved his hair. He had always done so- but his mother too. She had been obsessed with it, and when he had decided to bleach it she had been livid. But for some reason she had still allowed him to do it as many times as he wanted, as if she believed it would at least stop him from cutting it short, even after he had come out as transgender. And it had worked, somehow. He had never even dared to think about picking up a pair of scissors. Vitali let a single scream leave his lips as he threw the scissors down into the sink, gripping the edge tightly again as he nearly lost his balance. He was out of breath; shaky, shallow inhales providing him with just enough oxygen to not pass out, and he slowly looked back up at his reflection. And in that split second of realization, he regretted it. All of it. A sudden clarity washed over him and his sobs faltered, deafening silence washing over the bathroom as he carefully brushed his now neck-length hair out of his face. It was uneven; some strands barely even reached his chin. He looked different, now. Could barely recognize himself. — From Chapter 12: The Mother; read the full fic here

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

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@jacobseed

[lunastarseeker]

Hey @shepscapades

ART BELONGS TO SHEPSCAPADES- GO CHECK HER OUT Partially inspired by @average-etho-enjoyer 's video here

[juliaswickcrs]

oops another oc :: elektra in "nowhere fast" ( gotg - gotg vol 3 )

Elektra bears a past lost to history.  Her entire life she's dreamt of the stars, wishing to fly among them like the comets and meteors she saw from the barren fields of South Dakota. But like most of the galaxy, she has found herself among thieves and criminals and those too cruel to deserve either title. Forced to work off a debt to the Kree Empire, Elektra bides her time, looking for any and all possible solutions. When Ronan the Accuser demands she accompany a Kree taskforce to Morag in search of a valuable artifact simply known as "The Orb," Elektra seizes her opportunity and runs, stealing away on a ravager ship with the man who'd stolen the artifact. But her newfound freedom throws her into something much more dangerous. Surrounded by a rag-tag group of misfits, Elektra finds herself in the middle of Titans, wars, and something much bigger than herself.

AO3 // WP

taglist: @bisexualterror @foxesandmagic @iron-parkr @camiemendess @a-song-of-quill-and-feather

@arrthurpendragon @starcrossedjedis @drbobbimorse @kingsmakers @noratilney

@stanshollaand @astarionbae @darth-caillic @mystic-scripture @aliverse

@misshiraethsworld @asirensrage @eddiemunscns

@princessmadelines @impales @waterloou @thatmagickjuju

MARVEL TAGLIST: @notxjustxstories @themaradwrites

[imerian]

I think i should grace all of with another charms i did, this time it's galex edition ✨

As always version without doodles under the cut and all details in the tags bc i physically cannot not put thoughts into what i do

[just-sauntered-vaguely-downwards]

okay so I'm worried my skin might catch fire I feel so hot, trying to remember how breathing works (or I should try to forget? maybe I'm thinking too much about it...), but all I will say for now, possibly for quite a bit I honestly don't know, is no matter what is true or not, I am so so sorry if this is triggering anyone else. And I'm sorry if me posting just ads to it.

But as someone whose own ptsd is raging rn, so much it's in a phantom sensations phase, please know (and this is half me talking to myself), this can be the last thing you see before you allow yourself to close your app or browser. You can turn off your notifications. You can wait til there's more information, or you can block it all out. you can post or not post. you can distract yourself with other things so you don't start to obsess.

whatever you do, your job is to take care of yourself first and foremost.

Edit to say I need to follow my advice and most of my notifications are currently off. I need to give myself space not only emotionally but because I have an extremely important test in two weeks that I can’t have anything else put me at risk of failing.

That said, my inbox and comment notifications are still on. Just in case anyone does need support, especially what I mention in the tags. Cute or funny distracting messages are very welcome.

[fawna12]

Theater is

Theater is a kid, trying to figure out what clubs to do in second grade, knowing that they've seen musicals and plays before and loved watching them and seeing drama club on the list

Theater is

Audition

Casting

Rehearsal

Theater is the kid, old enough to sing in the musical, memorizing their lines and others, loving every second of being onstage

Theater is

Memorization

Blocking

Choreography

Theater is the kid, now in middle school, deciding to do the theater class since there is one at their school now, meeting the theater teacher, meeting new friends, being good at it, finally auditioning for their first actual musical

Theater is

Stage Fright

Friendship

Confidence

Theater is that kid getting the main role, doing theater again the next year, knowing so much about all of it and teaching the newer kids, painting set pieces with their friends, the friends that they now have because of theater

Theater is

Props

Costumes

Lights & Sound

Theater is the kid going into high school, leaving their middle school theater teacher and younger friends, so anxious about it but quickly finding their place in their theater class, volunteering at a drama fundraiser and meeting older theater kids there, learning their names and being able to make an impression

Theater is their first high school audition, for the fall play, multiple smaller plays directed by seniors, and having fun, getting cast in one of the biggest ones with the best directors they could've asked for, still anxious about being a good cast member but getting more confident again

Theater is rehearsals 3 times a week after school, the kid finding their footing in the cast, making friends with the older kids, being able to make suggestions or point things out that need fixing in the show

Theater is the kid being able to impress people, being able to memorize their lines, being able to be confident, being able to fix things, being able to say hi to their cast in the halls, at first just smiling at their director when they passed each other during passing period but then saying hi, even talking for a minute or two, the cast walking to the grocery store together at the start of a rehearsal for almost no reason, the kid being able to talk to their castmates, their friends, and not feel out of place, being excited for the bigger productions later in the year, not being worried about stage makeup because they know the older kids will be there, knowing that the older cast members and their directors will help them if they need it, knowing that they'll still be able to spend more time with them, knowing that they'll be so sad when the seniors graduate, but knowing that they still have almost all of the school year with them

Theater is

Belonging

Safety

Laughter

Freedom

Joking

Focusing

Acting

Acting, but with people that you trust. With people that even though you met them 2 months ago, that you know. You know their mannerisms, how they laugh, their sense of humor. You know that they're kind, you know that they care, you know that all of you love this. You all love this so, so much. You know that if you make a mistake on stage, that they'll improv and cover for you, and that you'd do the same for them. You know that no matter how anxious you are before the show, that they'll be someone with the same nerves and you can comfort each other.

And then the last show will end, and the audience will applaud. You will bow, with these people, these people that you may not have known a few months prior, but that so much trust has formed between. You've played improv games with these people, walked to the store with them, rehearsed over and over and over again with them, learned so much from them, taught and helped and been taught and helped, and it's over.

Until the next show, and the next, and the next year with more new freshmen, some of the kid's younger middle school friends now there too, until the year that the kid will direct their own show, as a senior, and try to be just as good a director as the ones they had their freshmen year.

And they will belong.

They will all belong.