#its v weird.

[candyredterezii]

the ppl in the twin peaks fandom who like to ship audrey n cooper ... praying for u

[arinmoss]

Shadowheart :^)

[pumpkinrootbeer]

"how can he be ace when he acts like that 🤣😂" Im so sorry to be the first person to tell you this but... Asexual people. can have personalities.

[kiivg]

.He knows just what it takes to make a pro blush.

[cuteiemonster]

HI. IM PLAYING CATCH UP 24 DAYS LATER DONT MIND ME HERMIT A DAY DAY 1 - ETHOSLAB

[dumpy-dump]

In terms of what is likely given Nintendo's track record w/ Splatoon:

❌️ Great Turf War Prequel, old man yaoi, squids in imperial Japan, actually elaborating on the Octarians more

✅️ 80s fashion revival, or perhaps something a lil more Y2k, squid kids gentrifying historic cities after Grand Fest like w/ Splatsville after Chaos v Order, everything being mostly the same as the previous games just w/ more retro clothes and music

(and im still down for it honestly but like, temper your expectations, be realistic)

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[virescent-v]

Love Languages

Summary: Love is a weird soup. Word count: 851 Warnings: None. It's fluff. :) *This also has absolutely nothing to do with the 'Lauren' arch. thanks to @mrs-prentiss for sending the gif that inspired this :)

You love spoiling your girlfriend. 

At work, she’s a total badass, analyzing psychopaths, chasing killers, and putting the bad guys behind bars. You’ve been in the office at Quantico and Emily is a completely different person there. She’s still funny, cracking a light joke here and there, bonding with her team, but there is an air of seriousness that clouds the demeanor you see at home. 

At home, Emily is soft. She wears comfortable fabrics that hang almost loosely off of her, her face is usually free of makeup, and the stoic lines on her face ease. She is more carefree, laughing at her own jokes as well as yours. 

She is also more touchy. Her hands find your body any chance they get. A hand at the small of your back when you’re both in the kitchen cooking dinner and she needs a way around you, a hand rubbing your foot as you both lay on the couch watching tv, playing with your hair any time you cuddle. 

Emily loves you fearlessly, endlessly, but quietly. 

You love her loudly. Constant gestures, words of affirmation, quality time. You are the embodiment of every love language, a way to combat the neglect and angst of Emily’s previous relationships, both platonically and romantically. 

You know a little of her past, her sharing bits and pieces as your relationship has progressed. You understand that those relationships, along with her job, have cracked and damaged parts of Emily that she shields from most of the world. So, you do everything you can to show her how much you love her. 

Thankful for the ‘sharing location’ feature on your phones, you can watch her as she approaches your house, giving you ample time to get things together. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen her, a case dragging her to the other side of the country. She gets home late into the evening, exhaustion rolling off of her. 

You meet her at the door, kissing her gently, before shooing her upstairs to shower the case off of her. 

Sometime later, she comes down in a cream colored sweater, her hair a little wavy. Emily can immediately tell you went to some lengths to make things relaxing for her. There’s a smell of some sort of red sauce pasta cooking, candles lit in the dining room. 

She comes over to you, wrapping her arms loosely around you as you stir the pasta on the stove. You feel her inhale deeply against your neck, breathing in not only the scent of your perfume, but also the smell of the food cooking before you. She pulls away, moving to grab glasses for wine, choosing a red she knows will go well with your pasta. 

She moves over to the table, settling in the seat and watching you. You move with ease, a comfortability that she’s never had in the kitchen. With her chin in her hand resting on the table, her mind wanders to all of the ways that you love her. Sometimes it overwhelms her, makes her feel as if she’s not enough, because she knows that she doesn’t express love in the same way, her past experiences making her more timid with her affection.

You remind her constantly that love can be shown in so many different ways; you don’t require grand gestures or expensive gifts or countless exclamations of love. You appreciate the quiet, subtle expressions of devotion: a good morning text, when she brings a little treat from the gas station on her way home, when she makes time to leave work on time to spend more time with you. 

Knowing her is loving her. 

Emily snaps back to reality as plates are put on the table, you smiling gently at her as you settle into the seat beside her. You rub her knee a few times before picking up your cutlery and digging into the meal. 

There are no words shared between you, a serene silence filling the space, each lost in your own thoughts. 

As the meal is finished, you clear the dishes away, shuffling back and forth to the kitchen. 

Tenderly, you walk over and grab her hand, dragging her up, making your way towards the living room with the intention of going upstairs to get some sleep…or do something else, awaiting to see what vibe meets you upstairs. 

Emily draws up short, her hand falling from yours. She waits until you turn around, confused. 

“I love you.” 

She’s said the words to you many times, but each feels like the first. You feel yourself blush, warming at the affection and attention her eyes are trying to portray. 

“I love you, Emily Elizabeth Prentiss.” You reach your hand back out. “Now come to bed with me,” you say, a devious look in your eyes, hinting at what more you expect to occur once you make your way upstairs. 

Emily’s face heats, her smile extending wide before she pulls her lip between her teeth. She looks back up at you, sheepish and coy, her hands on her hips. 

“I’d follow you anywhere.” 

[musubiki]

nervous...

[sunshineandlyrics]

🙌🏼 Louis showing that you can get away with anything as long as you have the right attitude!

📺⚽️ Lottie talking about how The Hero of Glastonbury (aka Louis, aka man with biggest heart) took a tv into Glastonbury so everyone could watch the England vs. Slovakia game in Euro 2024 on 30 June 2024 (1 August 2024).

[zxal]

[willyhoos]

metamy is insane. like.

what if i was the hero you loved gone wrong. defeated and destroyed. rebuilt as my own greatest enemy. what if i lost everything. what if i had been reprogrammed to despise all i had once fought for. what if i couldn't even remember why i had fought at all.

and what if you were made of roses. what if you represented every beautiful thing i once died trying to protect. what if you wore flowers in your hair and cared for small creatures and had eyes the color of the forests i used to call my home. what if you were everything i once loved.

those memories are just out of my reach. infuriatingly. maddeningly. but if anyone knows who i am (who i used to be) it's you. if anyone can make me feel like who i used to be (who i really am) it's you. i can't speak, i can't breathe, i can't remember anything (but you).

you are the world i have been ordered to burn. i am the weapon you have chosen to resist. i was (am) the hero that you loved.

you are my only memory.

i will do anything to make you believe me.

[moaachi]

Mama spade is real now

[bluestation]

doodles of that one official steampunk (?) themed tom's workers badge

image IDs below the cut!

#1 of 3

[Image ID: iceburg and franky in their 20s sitting next to each other, visibly worn-out and sweating uncomfortably at how hot their clothes are. both are wearing long sleeve white dress shirts with a patterned vest, a victorian-style cravat and long pants. iceburg has loosened his cravat to open a button on his shirt and franky has completely thrown open his shirt. both have matching steampunk-reminiscent bronze gauntlets on one hand. iceburg is leaning forward and resting one arm on his thigh, his other hand pushing his hair back. franky is leaning back, propping himself up on his hands and sticking his tongue out, one eye squeezed shut. /. End ID]

#2 of 3

[Image ID: franky crouching slightly and bending forward, balled fists yanking his clothes over his head in an attempt to get rid of them. his shirt is a rumpled mess around his shoulders. iceburg is standing next to him, gripping one of franky's wrists and holding his other hand up, posed to slap franky's back. dialogue in two pointy speech bubbles says "it's too frigging hot, bakaburg!" and "idiot, just bear it, this is going on merch!". /. End ID]

#3 of 3.

[Image ID: iceburg and franky have accidentally switched gauntlets for the fifth time, leading to an unexpected explosion from the gauntlet on iceburg's arm. his hand is forcing towards him and his face is invisible from the blast, hair flying wildly backwards. franky is facing the viewer, back to iceburg, with a surprised, "oh shit" expression, grabbing his face with his gauntlet hand. his other hand is gripping the gauntlet's wrists. the lenses of his goggles have comedically popped off and are floating above his head. /. End ID]

[t0bey]

unironically this was sage advice from galatea

[sketchingdemonss]

redraw of a previous drawing YAYYYY