#making grabby hands

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price circa 1938

[froggielovescoffee]

*peeks tentatively into your inbox* uh, hi! hope your day's goin good - want a cookie?

thank you! i hope your day is also going well! <3

and yes, hand the cookie over dear mutual

[3416]

need a quinn captaincy canucks skate jersey NOW

[shadow--writer]

The Arcana to Baldur's Gate 3 pipeline only your computer would shit the bed if you got it

[make-me-your-animal]

[jankwritten]

someone send me $100 so i can buy the huge version of this jellycat bunny I want so bad I nearly cried when ez and I saw it in the store

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

i am now in wales . and i have thoughts about a lot of newsie things. and a shit ton of free time.

gimme all the thoughts

[messylustt]

Consider this: Hobbie and Miguel constantly fighting over reader but oops- oh reader gets even more flusttered and cuter when the two make a move at the same time? Interesting...

very interesting…

[anomaly-beans]

Praying that the local small bookstore I like to get books from will get in Absolution so I can like. Buy it from there and not some big chain bookstore. You know the one. Crossing my fingers.

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[aftg4rd]

🧼: “D’ya think I cuid take my gear off first, Si?”

💀: “Negative.”

[wardingshout]

apple season

[pocketgalaxies]

WARLOCK: THE UNDEAD – FORM OF DREAD bonus:

[elizakai]

you didn’t gain Love, but you gained Love

do you understand?

[starscelly]

"never a shortage of wholesome content at Stars practice."

(x)

[djarinova]

[07:23 am] — rafayel x reader

a soft morning with Rafayel - inspired by the "before sunrise" 5 star memory - wc; 387

The faint call of your name stirs you from your slumber, a warm hand inches along the side of your body and settles on your jaw as your eyes flutter open and attempt to focus on the blurry figure in front of you. You instinctively nuzzle your face against the palm that cradles you, a small hum leaving your lips as you do so.

“Hi, baby.” You whisper, your voice still thick with sleep—similar to how the clouds on the horizon continue to cling to the sea just beyond your bedroom window. “Did you just get into bed? I thought you said you'd only be an hour or two?”

Your attempt to chastise Rafayel's actions pairs poorly with how utterly adorable he thinks you look right now, with sleep still etched into your eyes and the absentminded way you're pressing yourself against his hand there isn't much you could say or do that would wipe the lovesick look from his face.

“Don't worry about it, angel.” He leans closer to you, his hand dropping from your face to your waist, and he plants a delicate kiss onto your forehead before speaking quietly. “I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry.”

You hum, your eyes are already droopy, and Rafayel knows that in a few minutes you'll be fast asleep again. Only this time he'll be by your side.

“M’kay.” You sigh dreamily, “as long as you're coming to bed now…”

He answers your unasked question by lying his head down next to yours and slipping one arm beneath your neck—he places the other firmly across your upper back, enveloping your sleepy frame completely. When he pulls you flush against his body the smell of paint and cologne washes over you and the last remaining wakefulness drains from your features as you breathe in his scent.

“I'll show you everything I was working on later, all right cutie?” Rafayel whispers against your head, before pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. “Sweet dreams, you.”

Rafayel's eyes flutter closed as your head nuzzles further against his neck. He feels your lips leave a gentle kiss just below his ear, and the tips of his ears redden surprisingly quickly. The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the room, the perfect white noise to lull the artist to sleep.

divider by @/saradika