#im rigjt

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

By the way

Red, White & Royal Blue is Lover

One Last Stop is 1989

I Kissed Shara Wheeler is Midnights

[tobysbliss]

Words cant stress enough how much i think of revivedbur when i listen to this bro💀

[xkcd-r34]

i feel like im wasting tumblrs fancy formatting tricks by making this "twitter but better" for me but also i dont know how to do that and im stubborn. also refer to the pinned post.

[axoqiii]

akira 😢

[3liza]

i think in the ecological furor over fake leather we've somewhat lost sight of the fact that, on top of all the environmental arguments against manufacturing plastic clothing masquerading as leather (not shiny PVC stuff that's a look in of itself), it also looks bad

[sillygh0st]

date idea you and me killing the green white demon <3

[swoo0zy]

well rendered westley jumpscare

[crystallizsch]

yoinked from this tweet for the whole new years 2025 gang

okay so why does every single outfit (exaggerating) in jamil’s wardrobe have a hood.

[definitelynotshouting]

hello gang its been far too long since you received scarian kisses from me

luckily i am here to change that<3 massive shout out to @sculkshrieking for giving me this idea and @shaklyart for the absolutely GORGEOUS animatic that fully sparked this discussion in the first place, seriously please go give it some love guys its incredible. Anyway woe, TJ Shouting smooches be upon ye >:]

"... Don't kiss me," Grian breathes, so low and heady that it fills Scar's head with light, a clean and dizzy wash over everything still lingering between them. Here, in this microscopic space, there are no grains of sand; no loneliness; no secrets; no cruel and counting timer. Only them, and a warmth beginning to boil, rolling in with the same potent energy of a summer thunderstorm.

And it's so, so easy to let Scar's task do the work for him.

So Scar tips forward, closing the space between them once more— catches Grian's lower lip between his teeth, rolling it into his mouth with slow, deliberate motions. Grian's breath audibly hitches; both hands lift to frame Scar's face, tangle in his hair, and the firm tug of fingers gripping him at the roots has Scar gasping into the kiss. He retaliates by releasing Grian's bottom lip, only to shift the angle to catch his cupid's bow, nipping at the sensitive skin— until Grian sucks in another shaky breath, fingers tightening, mouth falling lax against his. Scar soothes away the sharp sting, folding wordless apologies against Grian's mouth in a language beyond words, beyond any buzzing syllable that will never, ever leave his throat again.

Grian pushes in further, a ragged noise punching from his throat; the answering riptide of fervent affection threatens to drown Scar in liquid gold, and he drags Grian as close as he can get him, lips sliding leisurely over his, arms wrapping tight around his waist. Like this, they could be one person. Like this, there is only the aching stretch of their own bleeding hearts, a horizon of broken stitches— and the desperate, clawing urge to sew them back together again. To make them whole.

When they part, it's by less than an inch; Grian breathes in deep, the same air Scar exhales, and his lips brush Scar's with each tentative sway into each other's orbit, scattering electric sparks in their wake.

Grian's voice is, miraculously, even quieter and headier than before. "Don't—" His voice catches, cracking the word in half. "Don't kiss me." He leans forward, brushing his own featherlight kiss against Scar's lips. Back. "Don't kiss me." Swaying forth again, another kiss; this one just as a soft, just as syrupy. When Grian pulls back once more, his eyes are lidded. Then, pretenses stripped as clean from his voice as sun-bleached bone, he begs— he breathes: "Scar, please— just kiss me."

And Scar— bathed in the gilded sunset of their kiss-bruised memories, with his heart a hummingbird thrum in his throat— throws his task to the wind, and obligingly falls back in.

[jkthy]

Take his ass to the dungeon

[locallygrowndaikon]

geuh guh motivation…. give me a few days….

[took-my-breath-away]

I know that I’m a million years behind but I just watched TGM and the scene where Rooster says “talk to me dad” and Maverick “replies” sent me into the stratosphere. I cannot describe how much I love their father/son relationship. Mav & Ice & their 12 adopted kids

holy fuck - I know!!! great writing and weaving of scenes and dialogue (also welcome to the next tier of brainrot!!)

I remember my hand flew up to my heart in the cinema when I saw that and I was like. audibly: "oh..."

not many movies make me cry but that scene had me tearing up fr. you've reminded me that I need to draw more kid roo and dadmav, I just adore their dynamic so much and daydream about little domestic subplots all the time.

thinking about it right now... bradley running up to mav after a big baseball victory, slamming into him with a bear hug. mav almost topples over - he hasn't had a hug from brad in years (hugs are cringey when ur a teen, uncle mav!!). mav swears he's gonna cry any sec because he's just so damn proud!!

NOT TO GET EMO ON MAIN UMMMMM

[entryn17]

people who have experience w polymer clay is there anything that i can use to give the clay a shiny finish when its done baking that isnt artist-grade sealant

[happystarzarchive]

watching everyone be like “if hes half banana leaf then whats the other half???” and guess ever so desperately what it could be can be a little grating sometimes because the answer is RIGHT THERE. it is RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSES

[basil-from-omori]

pls send me your daily basil doodle! (if you still do those!)

yes I do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and here u go for u anon…………

[sotogalmo]

7:34

Prototype lyrics of Cirque Du Jack! (Song inspos will be shortened for the next time I do lyrics but these are the song inspirations;

👍)

( @solei-eclipse , @apriciticreveries , @nottoonedin , @pwippy , @paperstarry , @paradisedisconcert , @junebluues , @starry-skiez , @bluemoonscape , @rockwgooglyeyes , @ivanttakethis , @kamersona , @skyisjusthere & others I probably forgot )

The prototype lyrics, now:

Lyrics took me round half a week? I don't know