#locks with codes

[celestialhouses]

dare I say harrowhark nonagesimus

[hotcinnamonsunset]

nancy drew and the case of the color work sweater🔍

[algoreithms]

a light, you can feel it on your back (jigsaw falling into place)

(some closeups + a wallpaper under the cut. if ur into that)

[lonelyslutavatar]

the trio out on a coffee run

[selpuku]

"excuse me he is MY emotional support puppy" — all of them probably

[asthedeathoflight]

I think the thing that feels really revolutionary about Gideon Nav's lesbianism is that she's not a lesbian in opposition to anything. She doesn't like women instead of men. It's just that her entire sexual world is female.

A lot of time having a gay character seems to necessitate a scene in which they confirm emphatically that they do not like the opposite gender. Gideon doesn't need to do that. She just talks about women all the time (and, lesbian character who is openly and unashamedly horny and actively pursuing women in general outside of once-in-a-lifetime romance, that's its own post entirely) and the absence of any mention of men makes it obvious that she's not interested in them.

And, as a queer person constantly having to explain WHY I don't want this or that, it's really refreshing to see a queer character who is so totally focused on what they DO want and not what they don't.

[drrav3nb]

CHYNA & EDDIE GUERRERO RAW IS WAR (Aug 17, 2000)

(cred to FullWithDivas for the videos!)

Bonus:

[isagrimorie]

Agatha Just Wants to Know

WandaVision 1x08 - Previously On / Agatha All Along 1x06 - Familiar By Thy Side

[toddycats]

I shine only with the light you gave me.

[merlucide]

Incorrect Quote pt1

them: You look pretty…

y/n: What did you say?

them: uhhh- I said you look shitty!

MEGUMI!!!, MAKI, SANEMI, BAKUGOU, tsukkishima, KAGEYAMA, sakusa, RAICHI, KAISER, RIN ITOSHI

[cipheramnesia]

Based on life experience.

[saetoshi]

runnin’ back home to you — there’s no better feeling, really. loose pt 2 to this

You bounce on the balls of your feet, checking your watch for the nth time. There’s a flutter in your chest, wild but soft.

It’s not the first time you’ve done this��wait for Sae to come out of the airport. (Somehow, it always feels like it).

You pick at a loose thread in the hem of your shirt, twisting and turning until you feel a little pull. Again, you glance at your watch, trying to push down the lump in your throat.

He won’t take long to appear; you know. Sae’s always made it a point to avoid the reporters that mill around the baggage claim. (It was a nasty little habit you’d tried to correct, at first. Until you realized he was as desperate to see you, as you were him).

Still, the minutes feel eternal. You swear you’ve seen at least five people come out and reunite with their families.

You sigh, tipping your head back with closed eyes. Why is he taking so much longer—?

“Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?”

Warmth blooms in your chest, your head settling back into place to meet a familiar pair of eyes. A grin spreads across your lips (second nature, you’ve learned). The corners of Sae’s eyes soften (also second nature).

“Hi.”

“You should be wearing a jacket,” he says, displeasure lurking in his voice.

“It’s not that cold—”

“It’s freezing,” he corrects, unzipping his windbreaker. It doesn’t take long for the scent of his cologne to envelop you, alongside a comfortable weight on your shoulders. “You should’ve waited inside.”

You blink, scrunching your nose. “It’s stuffy inside,” you reply, lightly shaking your head. “Too many people.”

He looks at you, unimpressed. “But you wouldn’t have had to stand in the cold.”

You make a face. “Sae, it’s not cold.”

“You’re shivering,” he says, gently grasping your arm before tugging you behind him as he sets off. When you reach for his suitcase, he swerves it out of your reach, sparing you a gentle glare.

“It was from excitement—do you even know where you’re going?”

Sae pauses for a second. Then, after another, turns to you, his brows furrowed. Another second later, he says, “Home.”

“What, are you gonna make us walk there?”

He clicks his tongue, slightly puffing his cheeks, petulant. His hand lightly tightens on your arm, moving you so you’re standing ahead of him.

“Take me to the car,” he says, his voice softened into a request (not a demand; never a demand, you’ve noticed).

It’s almost cute, how he still hangs on to your arm as you lead the way. You don’t want him to let go. (He doesn’t, either).

“You’re driving, right?” Sae asks, stifling a yawn. “I’m jetlagged. And real tired—too tired to do it myself, really—”

“I wouldn’t have let you, even if you weren’t,” you cut him off, a little too quick for his liking.

“Whatever,” he grumbles, his face softening when you laugh. His hand tightens around his suitcase’s handle, his lips slightly pursed as he looks at the back of your head. Softly, he adds, “Just make sure we get home quickly.”

“I’ll accept payment—”

“—in the form of kisses,” he finishes, a hint of affection to his tone. “Yeah, I know.”

“Driving faster raises the quota,” you say, turning to smile at him.

Sae tilts his head to the side just so, trying to suppress the urge to readjust his windbreaker on you. “I know,” he says, quiet. “I don’t mind.”

“You just wanna get home, hm?” you ask, your smile softening. He closes the small gap between you, leaning down to press his forehead against your own.

“I wanna go home with you,” he replies. Your heart squeezes at how cute he sounds—you relish the rare moments of this tone. “Now, preferably.”

You sigh, gentle. Then, after a second, say, “That’s gonna bump up the rate, too.”

Sae softly grunts, the sound light with humor. “How much?”

“Not much, just—y’know. Cuddling.”

He hums, his eyes full of warmth as he studies your face. “How greedy,” he mumbles, his tone humorous. Still, he lets his hand slide from your upper arm down to your own. (It never takes long for his fingers to intertwine with yours).

“So very greedy,” you say, lightly nodding in playful agreement.

“But,” he starts, gently squeezing your hand. “I can afford that, I suppose. Maybe even have more than enough to spare.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, his forehead rubbing against your own. “Yeah. I’ll always afford it—just for you.”

[fuwashuwarin]

had to get this out of my system pew pew

[faceeeeee]

Eh screw it posting these two Syringeon sketches. This blog needs some more worm grandpa methinks

[wtftaylr]

Oh btw if anyone ever wants/needs a free Toyhouse invite code (or multiple) please feel free to reply here/dm me/etc!

I’ve got literal hundreds (see below -- 266 waiting to be generated lmao) and do not need them, pls take them shdhdhdhd

Edit (October 20th): still open! I still have a ton available 🩷

Also this is okay to reblog if u want!! <3 idk what to tag it tbh

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Alternative form of 'Hitting Wangxian with a Catboyification beam'