#may this year bring you

[teatimeatwinterpalace]

Cheers to 2025, Happy New Year !

[kimtaegis]

Destination: your heart Estimated Time of Arrival: whenever you need him ➤ for @jung-koook ♡

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A gift horse for @piosplayhouse

[burnthatbridge]

i'd even walk through a fire, i would for you

[jmflowers]

yeah, hunker in our bunker {carla connor x lisa swain}

happy birthday, camila 27 january 2025

[funfairsundaes]

✨💖🧣✨ A gift for my friend @rudnitskaia !!! ✨🧤💖✨

[ashanimus]

"You've been through a lot haven't you? Let's get you taken care of."

Birthday gift for @probablyhuntersmom!

[shinybeads]

Favorite Seasonal Looks of 2024 - Poll Results

The results are in! 🎉 Thank you so much to everyone who participated and shared! 🥰💞

You can find the results of each poll in the alt descriptions! 😌

So, did your favorite look win? 👀✨️

[justplaggin]

a vision

[demaparbat-hp]

what do toph, ty lee and mai think of lu ten ii?

(inb4 ty lee becomes a really good babysitter when azula temporarily captures lu ten ii)

They love him!

Ty Lee is very open with her affection. She's always hanging around Lu Ten II, showering him with attention and care. She's a bit too clingy, though, and can't seem to understand that, yes, even a seven year old kid needs space sometimes. Ty Lee teaches him how to do all sorts of insane acrobatic stunts, though, and she's also quite funny, so Ten Ten likes her.

Mai is just...Mai, so don't expect her to coddle the kid just because he's cute. For this reason (and also because she's so badass) Lu Ten II adores her. She's just so cool and sassy and she's teaching him to throw knives.

So, yeah, he may have a tiny little crush.

And Toph? Toph is his soulmate, his partner in crime, his best buddy, his other half, his let's-spread-chaos-just-because-we-can person. They can't be left alone together—lest you want to bust them out of jail. Again.

[assmaster-8000]

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒐 ✧

✧ Regret

✧ Rememberance

✧ Reunion

✧

All men are equal in death. To Clotho, such is their reigning tenet.

And to Clotho, a man like them sheds no tear for the departed. A necromancer need not fear death, for it is a cycle devouring upon itself, and they are the ringmaster of this primal instinct. As in— need, should, must. One must not fear, one must not ache or pine or rage. A snake is still a snake. Death is still a wild animal. Show your soft palm within the ribcage of your fist, and it will not yield to you. Clotho, for all their cool expertise, knows this through trial and error.

All men are equal in death. So this mantra becomes their epitaph for every sentiment buried under the grave of their tongue.

It's a corpse beneath the floorboards; this memory. The tremble in their fingers - the shortness of breath. Their prized coherence pooling out their ears like brains on a sidewalk. Black is all they've known the world to be, but this time it is blue. Saliva spilling past the shore of her lips. Piercing red lightning streaking through the sky of her eyes. She does not respond when they shake her. By God— what have you done?

All men are equal. Their mother was no man, no monster. Mother, simple and sweet, was cruel enough to damn her. As they were.

Their tears come soft on the linen of her robes. She is softer still. The used crowd of spellbooks and artifacts and alchemical instruments behind them laugh hollow at the display. Wire is taut, so is cloth. Neither will hold them now, after destroying the muscle that stretched to cradle their wretched self. So they bind her in her day shroud. And they bury her in the belly of the primordial Mother.

On her grave, they plant a singular Asphodel. Their one specimen.

And when they shakily kneel back to look down at the mount of soil, for a moment - just a moment, their nails slip back beneath the dirt. Back to where home was.

A moment was all it took. Soon as it comes, they rip it out her shabby resting grounds and lay it on their crown. That brain-shaped gilded mausoleum of theirs. So it has remained all this while - so has she, with that memory just as equal as a dead man.

But you know they never stay where they're supposed to for long.

In the land of the dead, asphodels are for the gray in between. They are the sustenance of the dead. They are my regrets, following you to the grave. O, Mother. You raised a walking corpse. As long as I hold you in my heart, the grave goes where I go; and dead men tell no tales, so... I love you. Isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

[savingsallow]

Happy New Year, folks! 🥂

✨ i hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday and cheers to 2025!! ✨

— starting the year off with ✨MEMES✨

[julesart04]

[ohlexa]

happy new year, friends!

[nonsensechemicals]

art prompt: draw your Stanley getting boiled if you want

[akkivee]

JUST HIT MIDNIGHT HERE!!!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!! 🎆🎆🎇🎇🎆🎇🎇🎇🎇🎆🎆