#my scorpio is showing

[sauriurius]

„I am a scorpio, he is a scorpio.“

„I dated a vegetarian once which was challenging.“

„I am not the most approachable human being.“

„If you want a salad with kidney beans, you go get some kidney beans.“

PLEASE never let this man stop talking, I have been cackling at this mans yapping for the last 24 hours

[doodlingwren]

end of year WIP meme!

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

SO! There's this one WIP: at the beginning of this year I got into trying to draw every single character from StS and ended up finishing a reference with the Bronze Saints + Gold Saints from the Classical series, although I had already sketched this one snippet with the GS from Next Dimension + Odysseus

Izo was the only one inked bc I was testing a brush for the lineart... which sadly I didn't like 〒▽〒

Even if some of these portraits are too old (I've changed the way I draw some of them) I still want to have this piece complete... maybe in 2025...?

[astoldbychae]

Big G aka Scar aka Zaddy😛

Listen, I don't know shit about zodiacs BUT He's giving me Scorpio for some reason. So I'm rolling with it! *shrugs*

[vampirae]

I'm so impressed by the mysteriousness of Scorpio moons, like it's neither about their enigmatic nature, but about how much love and patience they have, from where it comes. They can literally change all themselves for their loved ones, it's incredible. I'm literally in awe. Also all this love and emotions, even men are so emotional intelligent and expressive, wow.

[spectralgecko]

Scorpio! Big scary lady, this one, had tons of fun designing her (forgot how hard it is to make multiple pairs of limbs make sense though, lol).

[last-of-the-independents]

Sometimes an actor gets a part due to some role he has played earlier. These two characters didn't have that much in commom but some external signs catch the eye.

ANDY ROBINSON as SCORPIO in DIRTY HARRY (1971) and as Derek Razzio in VEGA$, S2E20/21 -Golden Gate Cop Killer (1980)

[sintanic]

main character syndrome started in elementary school when my friends and I played Winx and I was ALWAYS Bloom 🧚🏼‍♀️

[saberdramon]

I'm not alright, I'm not alright I'm really not up for the fight

[acebytaemin]

LINO LEE MUJIN SERVICE…

[likesummerrainn]

AEW Collision | 06.24.23

[catboyshun]

♏️ ♍️ ♊️

[finn-nelson-for-the-win]

Not sure if anyone is gonna care about this as much as I do, but I’m throwing it out into the MMFD Fandom ether here on Tumblr just in case.

So…Let’s discuss: My Mad Fat Diary character Zodiac Signs��

I’ve done a bit of research (aka rewatching certain episodes lol) and some of their signs are confirmed:

Izzy is a Cancer (her birthday is near/on July 10th according to S1E1 when Rae meets the gang for the first time and Izzy is celebrating her 16th birthday at the pub)

Rae is a Sagittarius (she says this in S1E2)

Archie is an Aries (Rae says this in S1E2)

Chloe is a Scorpio/Sagittarius Cusp (her 17th birthday party in S2E5)

And I have a theories about what Finn and Chop might be but I can't recall if there’s ever been anything confirmed or any proof in the show...does anyone else have thoughts/theories or am I the only one that thinks about these types of things when I'm rewatching the show for the Nth time/reading or writing fanfic lol 🤪

[wander-wren]

HOLY SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT

it is the first day of november and so, today, someone will die.

even under the brightest sun, the frigid autumn sea is all the colors of the night: dark blue and black and brown. i watch the ever-changing patterns in the sand as its pummeled by countless hooves.

they run the horses on the beach, a pale road between the black water and the chalk cliffs. it is never safe, but it is never so dangerous as today, race day.

this time of year, i live and breathe the beach. my cheeks feel raw with the wind throwing sand against them, my thighs sting from the friction of the saddle, and my arms ache from holding up two thousand pounds of horse. i have forgotten what it is like to be warm and what a full night’s sleep feels like and what my name sounds like spoken instead of shouted across yards of sand.

i am so, so alive.

as i head down the cliffs with my father, a race official stops us. he says, “sean kendrick, you are ten years old. you haven’t discovered it yet, but there are more interesting ways to die than on this beach.”

my father takes the official’s upper arm as if the man were a restless horse. they have a brief exchange about age restrictions during the race. my father wins.

on the way down to the water, we are jostled and pushed by men and by horses. a gray uisce stallion rears up, its rider jerked at the end of a lead. i slide beneath it and find myself facing the sea, surrounded on all sides by the capaill uisce—the water horses.

they are every color of the pebbles on the beach—blue, black, red, gold, gray, brown. riders hang bridles with ribbons and flowers to lessen the danger of the dark november sea, but i wouldn’t trust a handful of petals to save my life. last year, a horse trailing red tassels and daises tore a man’s arm half from his body.

they are beautiful and deadly, loving us and hating us.

[…]

i don’t often think of my father strung out amongst the frothing surf. instead, i think of him as he was before the race: afraid.

i won’t make the same mistake.

[brazenlystrong]

strong man that satoru is, he still appreciates the effort that sukuna takes to make him comfortable. he traces two fingers around plush rose lips until he pushes past them entirely and allows the wet heat of his mouth to lubricate them sufficiently.

"good boy."

@koseigu

Gojo’s status and power have always been his armor, the very thing that keeps others at bay. There's the familiar instinct to guard himself, his shoulders tensing up. But then the touch is there—fingers brushing against the plush of his lips, just enough to stir something inside him. And then his muscles gradually ease.

Teeth gently graze Sukuna’s fingers, the edge of each canine pressing over their surface. The sharpness contrasts the hot, moist texture of his tongue moving against the skin, curling and exploring. Satoru exhales through his mouth, his breath softly slipping past the gaps between fingers and pointy prongs. The tinge of pink across his face is barely visible unless observed up close, concealed behind black fabric. A telltale heat, a rare vulnerability hidden behind the mystery of the blindfold.

Not a sound comes out of him. The slight flex of his jaw is an unconscious reaction. He pushes mildly forward with an almost imperceptible clench of his teeth. The motion—a mixture of restraint and desire, a quiet mark of control as he deepens the contact. His tongue continues to tease, tracing the contours of digits in subtle patterns. He tilts his head just briefly, creating lingering tension between every gentle stroke of his tongue as canines indent flesh, and then he leans back forward.

[grindset]

might fuck around nd actually get a gf instead of complaining ab wanting one all day

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i’m kinda disappointed that the shameless writers changed debbie’s birthday from october to december because she is SUCH a scorpio