#o: jacket

[aaaaaaafrogs]

Finally finished my most ambitious Hatchetfield project yet. Every box in the border represents a different Nightmare Time, as well as Hey Melissa, Trail to Oregon, Workin’ Boys, the BBQ monologues and Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel. The three large boxes at the bottom represent the three main musicals. It’s 18x24” and made with sharpie :]

[turtledotjpeg]

much art has been made of kurapika leaning/napping on melody and i love all of that art. so much. but i also wanted him to return the favor :)

he is doing his best to be a comforting presence in his own way (◡‿◡)

[cubbihue]

What if Peri got his tail caught in the rotors of the Au-Pair, I would imagine that would hurt.

Well, now that you've pointed it out!!! Peri won't stop thinking about it!!!!! Congrats, you've just given the Fairy more anxiety.

Fairies can lose their tails. It can also grow back, like lizard tails do. But they still feel pain and growing the tail back is a bother.

There's the loss of balance, the sudden instant sprouting when it comes back, but you don't know when it'll grow back so now suddenly your pants has a brand new hole in it because the tail decided to sprout out facing down instead of straight and, ough. Annoying!!!

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[dollishbabess]

ROMANCE-TOBER :: MOTORCYCLE RIDES AT NIGHT

a/n: omgg I’m gonna need to write every Jason romtober post AFTER OCTOBER AS A MASHUP WITH ALL THE ONES I MISS because I fucking delayed each one!?

I’ve been so busy today and lately and barely had time for myself or motivation I think it’s because I haven’t had my favorite energy drink in a while but tonight WE ARE GONNA WORK!!

The cool October air nipped at your skin as you stood on the quiet street, waiting for Jason to arrive. The evening had already begun to chill, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight off the shivers creeping in. You didn’t have to wait long, though soon enough, the low rumble of the stupid motorcycle Jason owned echoed down the street, followed by the unmistakable sight of Jason on his sleek black bike.

He pulled up beside you, his dark helmet concealing the mischievous smile you knew he had beneath. With a smooth motion, he kicked down the stand and swung his leg over the seat, pulling off his helmet to reveal his tousled hair and those sharp, playful eyes. The streetlights overhead cast a soft glow over him, making him look even more irresistible.

“Ready for a ride?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. He held out his helmet for you, a challenge in his gaze. “Or are you too cold to handle it?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you reached for the helmet. “I’ll be fine,” you said, though a shiver betrayed you as soon as you spoke, was Elsa dominating this October season or something.

Jason chuckled and held up a hand, stopping you before you could put the helmet on. “Nah, I can’t have my girl freezing out here.” Without hesitation, he unzipped his leather jacket and shrugged it off, handing it to you. “Here, take this. I’ll be fine.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “But won’t you get cold?”

He shrugged, smirking. “I’m tough. Plus, you can make it up to me later with hot chocolate, Lets just hope I don’t get frostbite.”

‘What a dramatic man’ you thought to yourself with a smile, you accepted the jacket and slipped it on, immediately enveloped in the warmth of the worn leather and Jason’s scent something comforting and familiar, like smoke, leather, and the faintest hint of gunpowder. It was big on you, but the warmth it provided was enough to keep you from complaining. Besides, there was something endearing about wearing his jacket.

“Thanks,” you murmured, zipping it up and feeling its warmth spread through your body.

Jason nodded, watching you for a moment before his gaze softened. “Looks good on you,” he said, his voice lower now. “Better than it does on me.”

You felt your cheeks warm, though you weren’t sure if it was from the compliment or the heat from the jacket. “Alright, show off. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Jason grinned and handed you the helmet again, waiting until you were all set before he swung back onto the motorcycle. You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning into his warmth. The chilly air still nipped at your skin, but being so close to him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your hands, made it all much more bearable.

“Hold on tight,” he said over his shoulder, his voice playful but with a hint of seriousness.

And with that, the motorcycle roared to life, and you were off.

The streets of Gotham blurred around you as Jason expertly maneuvered through the darkened roads. The wind whipped past you, chilly but invigorating, and you held onto Jason a little tighter, resting your cheek against his broad back. The city’s lights twinkled in the distance, casting long shadows across the pavement, but with Jason in front of you, the darkness felt far less intimidating.

As the bike sped up, the cold air seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours. Every turn, every subtle shift of the bike, felt effortless in his hands, and you couldn’t help but admire how natural he looked on his motorcycle. It was like the bike was an extension of him—dangerous, sleek, and thrilling all at once.

Jason’s voice cut through the wind as he shouted over his shoulder, “You doing alright back there?”

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and shouted back, “I’m great!”

The ride continued, the two of you weaving through Gotham’s less traveled streets. Every now and then, Jason would slow down, letting you take in the quiet beauty of the city at night. The leaves on the trees had started to turn shades of gold and red, adding a pop of color to the otherwise dark surroundings. It was peaceful in its own way, Gotham’s chaos seeming far removed from this moment.

Eventually, Jason pulled into a secluded spot by the waterfront, where the city’s skyline stretched out across the river, lights reflecting off the rippling water. He killed the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant hum of the bike. You stayed seated for a moment, both of you still basking in the lingering adrenaline of the ride.

Jason turned his head slightly, his voice soft now. “How was it? Still cold?”

You shook your head, grinning as you finally released your grip on him. “Nope. That was amazing. And this jacket definitely helped.”

He smirked, turning to face you. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

You climbed off the bike, a little shaky from the excitement, and handed the helmet back to him. “You always do,” you replied, your voice quieter now, more sincere.

Jason set the helmet aside and stood, reaching out to pull you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth radiating off him even in the crisp October air. His hands found their way around your waist, holding you close as you both stared out at the city together.

“You’re warmer than the jacket,” you murmured, nuzzling into his chest.

Jason chuckled softly, his breath warm against the top of your head. “I better be. I don’t let just anyone wear my jacket.”

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes, usually so sharp and full of mischief, were soft now, full of something deeper. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you felt your heart swell with affection.

The two of you stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other and the quiet night, the city’s lights dancing across the water. The ride had been exhilarating, but this this moment right here, with Jason holding you close was perfect.

“Next time, though,” Jason said, his voice low and teasing, “we’re getting matching leather jackets. Can’t have my girl outshining me effortlessly everyday.”

You laughed softly, resting your head against his chest once more. “Deal. But I still think I look better in yours.”

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “Yeah, you do, Your technically a homemade supermodel at this point”

And as you stood together in the cool October night, the warmth of his body and his jacket keeping the chill at bay, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

@dollishbabess - do not copy, repost, or plagiarize or post on different sites or translate!

Second divider: @cafekitsune

[poirott]

David Suchet on his moustache in AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT tv show → Studio 10 interview, Aug 13 2019

"By the step leading up into the sleeping car stood a young French lieutenant, resplendent in uniform, conversing with a small lean man, muffled up to the ears, of whom nothing was visible but a pink-tipped nose and the two points of an upward curled moustache. [...] Two men below her window were talking French. One was a French officer, the other was a little man with enormous moustaches. She smiled faintly. She had never seen anyone quite so heavily muffled up." - Agatha Christie, Murder on the Orient Express

[citruslllad]

friends who beat the shit out of cops together

[bugisbonkerz]

i think it’s funny he has a tie of himself

[kacievvbbbb]

I’m not someone that particularly cares about a ship being canon or not, in fact I would rather the media I consume have no romance at all (giving my blog confusing yes I know)

But there is something about the canon ties between Shanks and Mihawk that drives me feral with need to see what their whole deal is.

Because like there are so many little inconsequential details that when taking separately seem pathetic and weak. But then put together it feels like it paints the picture of a larger undeniable connection and understanding between two wildly different men.

The fact that their main color is both red (Mihawk’s is a more wine dark red than Shanks’ bright red and a little more “subtle” given that Shanks is literally called red hair) but even then their main symbols, their identifying features, are red! Mihawk’s eyes and Shanks hair (yes while I love the gold and think that’s better I cannot ignore the fact that Oda consistently colors in Mihawk’s eyes red even though the gold is infinitely more popular)

They have the same birthday, are practically the same height, both with the promises to our two main protagonists to meet them at the top with a parting “gift”, both serve as a mentor to the protagonist (mihawk literally thought zoro how to kill him 😭), both with the bird(ish) iconography.

The fact that Mihawk, Mihawk! A man whose introduction was that he didn’t care much about anything and caused destruction on a whim, cares enough about what Shanks thinks to mentally apologize before trying to kill luffy (what the fuck).

The fact that whitebeard felt the need to reference his duel with Mihawk in his conversation with Shanks, despite not really being very relevant to the conversation and the fact that this is the first we’ve seen shanks in years and it is brought up in the same context as his relationship with Buggy (an already established relationship) reveals his relationship to Roger seems to point to the fact that this duel between Mihawk and Shanks is an important relationship to shanks. It couldn’t just be to show strength because he was about to clash with whitebeard the strongest man. It’s also hard to notice that those two relationships didn’t end particularly well for shanks.

Also the fact that it was Mihawk out of every character , Mihawk that brought luffy’s bounty to Shanks. Something he obviously knew would mean a lot to him. I used to think the scene was just there to show us how big a deal Shanks actually is like look at that fun childish alcoholic gang inspired our main hero? He’s actually a super big deal and he used to spar with the strongest character by far we had seen at that point (it wasn’t even close) and they fought on equal footing. It added a new layer of mystery to Shanks.

But it’s also the fact that even now with Mihawk’s bounty Shanks was mentioned and he’s the only one who this was mentioned for. Crocodile is just for his df and intelligence and they don’t mention that he literally tried and almost succeeded in subjugating a country and he was beat by luffy “or smoker given how many marines actually know the truth” even buggy who was literally Shanks’ sworn brother under the pirate king doesn’t get a mention like that. But Shanks and this duel is so integral to Mihawk’s character that it’s mentioned along with the only other long lasting fact we know about him and that is that he is the World’s Strongest Swordsman. Isn’t that fucking insane.

And like I feel insane scrapping all these details together as proof of something because they are all (besides the duel) the barest bones of a connection but god it is actually driving me insane.

And I’m not saying Mishanks is going to become canon or that it should or that I even particularly want it too. What I do want is to see how deeply these two are connected. What are these red strings of fate tying them to each other. Why can’t apparently ten years of little contact sever it? I swear to god if it’s actually nothing much I will lose my fucking mind. If nothing ever comes of all of this I will actually go insane. How can some people look at this and not see foreshadowing!?!?!!

[holoship]

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

the trio redesigns or something idk

[aipurjopa]

UU!Wemmbu is back, everyone cheer (redid my uu!wemm and egg designs :3)

[shanks]

L.L.L

[anonymouscheeses]

I just want them to be absolutely head over heels with eachother. No one sided simping in my hazbin hotel!

[vanalex]

[amaliatheartist]

Love won’t stop this bomb

[rocketqueen1989x]

i need his skeleton leather jacket