#obsessed with its not my birthday

[mellotronmkll]

Im happy my dad made me listen to tmbg from a young age for many reasons but one of them is that the nostalgia that comes with listening to a song and remembering that it was my or my brothers favorite when we were kids is so nice

[heartorbit]

🩷💛💚💜

[natsmagi]

holding the world in her hands

[cillyscribbles]

here's to many more for mr gruber himself!!!!! >:D

[keewu]

It's Merlin's birthday so I made these because I have a problem

[demobatman]

this ones dedicated to THE OG ella @elekinetic happy belated birthday im obsessed with you heres max in the running up that hill mv 💗💖💞💓💞💖💝💗💕💓💗💞💞💗💖💓💝

[yourbenevolence]

I've got some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one,

You're a cowboy like me

Finally posting again for a piece based on @attorneytrash ‘s fic Such Terrible Tales !! Been all I’ve thinking about for so long🫶🫶😭

[wedontdeservethestars]

He is, after all. Just a little guy. He told me so himself

[silentgravesdontexist]

ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 | ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕊𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽

Lazy morning in bed. Freshly made mont blanc and cup of coffee. Bouquet of flowers. Book date by the park. And an impromptu stroll by the beach at sunset.

𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Young and Beautiful | Lana Del Rey

Francesca | Hozier

Easy | Camila Cabello

Heavenly | Cigarettes After Sex

𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮���

To my beloved,

In the days that you deem yourself as the moon to another's sun— you have always been the one to shine the brightest in my eyes. Your gentle hands that reach out to those who need it most; observant eyes that notice every intricate detail: and sweet voice that eases every doubt and worry to those who hear it.

How often I dream you see yourself the way I do. That in every flaw you find in yourself is merely something new that I've come to learn and love about you. To the times that you are beauty and grace, I will admire you. And to the times you struggle and trip, I will view you no less— if not more for your continued dedication to carry on.

May you find it in your to rest your weary head on my shoulder. My door shall always remain open should you need a home to stumble upon when you feel lost. And I truly hope you know that you are beloved.

Signed and inked,

Mesmerized Fool

[starry-pop]

HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF MY RTC OBSESSION (YESTERDAY)

Genuinely one of the most deep and meaningful as well as funny and charming musicals I’ve ever seen (and trust me I’m not just saying that)

I’m so glad that on this day 1 year ago I decided to watch that cool-looking slime tutorial that showed up on my YouTube fyp that had some songs I recognized, even though it was late at night and I had school the next day I should’ve probably gone to sleep instead

It has brought so many good friendships and so much passion into my life, and has made me think deeper about life and how much of a blessing it is to be alive and I KNOW THATS CORNY BUT ITS TRUE!!!

Anyways thank you ride the cyclone for existing and thank you me one year ago for watching it and thank you all of my friends who listen to me rant about it all the time!!

[bloomfenix]

Birthday gift for one of my best friends, Copito!!

[margaretthotcher]

Look maybe I'm very new to the wider DC Fandom and maybe before 2024 I'd only ever consumed the arrowverse, the crisis on two earth's animated movie, superhero girls and my little brothers entire superman obsession but you know what makes me feral? When in fics, people call Clark Kal when they're having emotional conversations or they're really desperate for help. Same goes for Kon too honestly but it's better with Kal.

[happyk44]

"I'm not leaving you behind! It is my duty," he hissed. "I swore myself-"

"Your swore yourself because you had no choice, Percy." Her eyes were endless dark, devoid of feeling, of life. "You had a price to pay for your mother's life and this was your only offer." Her thin fingers cup his face through the bars. "You didn't choose to be my protector." She gave a weak laugh that made his stomach plummet to the floor. "You're not even my guard yet, not really."

Like a phantom, her touch slid down his cheek. He caught her wrist before her fingertip stopped gracing his skin. He could feel the rounded edge of her fingernail poke against him. Silence held fraught between them.

"Bianca-"

"Percy," she cut in, voice so sharp it cut him to the core. "I want you to survive. You're free. Take advantage of that, and go. Now."

"I can't go back without you," he said, quickly. She didn't fight his hold, but still his grip tightened. As though the harder he held her, the more she would stop protesting her escape. "You are-"

"Dead." Her lips thinned. "I'm dead, Percy. I was dead the moment they got their hands on me and I will be dead before either one of us even makes it beyond these walls, but you-" Her voice cracked, eyes watering.

He shook his head. Blood pounded in his ears. He didn't want to hear what she was going to say, wanted her to stop, wanted it all to stop. Just for a moment.

But it didn't, and neither did she. With a deep breath, she carried on, "You can make it. You can live. But only if you leave without me, so go."

His lungs burned. She inhaled so deeply, spoke so forcefully, and it made him hold the air in his chest until he couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't breathe, maybe she would. But his chest ached. Self-loathing wedged itself like a rock in his throat as he let go. The sound of his own breath was like nail on chalkboard.

"Percy," she whispered. He shook his head and leaned in closer. Although tears hadn't yet fallen, her eyes were still wet. They glistened like the night sky. Her forehead pressed against the bars.

He looked away. The brick wall to his left was growing a fair bit of moss in the corner. "What's our star again?"

She laughed. It was a watery thing that choked him where he stood. Memories of standing the long grass, moonlight shining off the river, while she read her books beside him. Every so often, she'd look up at the night sky and search for the brightest star that month. She'd tell the stories behind the constellations. Or at least the stories from her kingdom. Any time she told a story, a fantastical myth, she'd follow up that her brother knew more - Nico, the quiet prince with a voracious appetite for legends and monsters.

Then, if she could spot the brightest star that month and if she recalled, she'd tell him what it meant for the people born that month. At least, in their hemisphere anyway. The stars were different elsewhere. Sometimes she'd crack open the newspaper, the stark image of her father, and read aloud the horoscopes.

He still remembered the incredulous sound she made when he told her they shared the same birthday. She'd dragged him to the library to refresh her memory on their star. Then argued furiously that he did not share the same traits as her.

It was a silly thing. She didn't believe it. He didn't either. But it was the first time they hadn't played the stiff act of royal princess and her knight-in-training. Not Percy holding his tongue and following strictly one step behind. Not Bianca doing her best to pretend he wasn't her shadow.

Awkward civility and stiffness carried thick between them from the moment Percy had been casted into his role. But that night, with the sound of yelling and laughter still echoing in their ears, they made an agreement. They didn't have to be the best of friends, but they sure could be casual with each other. After all, they were going to be stuck with each other for the rest of their lives.

At least... they were supposed to be.

Slowly each finger detached one by one until all that was left was his palm pressed against her wrist. Then that fell away too. Still he couldn't bare to turn his head and face her.

"Leo," she said. "The lion. Strength, pride, loyalty, confidence."

A stabbed orange toy on new year's day passed through his mind. "Sacrifice."

It was quiet for a beat. Then, "Yes." His heart hammered so fast he could feel it in his throat. "The lion represents sacrifice."

What was he supposed to say? He wanted to run, to turn the lock with the key he stole, take her and run. Run far and fast. But deep inside, he knew she was right. He could get by undetected. No one cared about a child knight, not even yet passed his training. He could blend in and slip out. Even if he got caught, they wouldn't nearly put in as much effort to get him back as they would if she were with him.

She was right.

She was already dead.

He swallowed thickly and met her eyes again. The night sky glistened back at him and he thought of constellations and warm handshakes and kind agreements and silly arguments. Breath caught in his throat. "I'll miss you," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Her lips twitched. "I'll miss you too." She blinked, and one tear slid down her cheek. He tracked the wet trace it left behind until it welled up at the bottom of her chin and dripped to the floor. "Will you do me a favour?"

"You're my princess," he said. "I would do anything for you."

It was a weak smile she gave before she spoke. The sight of it crushed him. "Tell my family I love them." Her breath escaped from her shakily. She pushed back her hair. A classic move to hide the nerves that drove her hands to tremble ever so slightly. "And take care of Nico. Please."

"I will," he promised.

Her smile strengthened ever so slightly. But the tears fell fast now, one right after the other. Her face tilted away at the first streak. He immediately turned his line of sight back to the brick wall. Weakness, sadness, grief - she hated being seen with any of them. He always respected it. Look away until she was done. Don't speak, don't ask her anything, don't help her. Just look away and stay silent unless she calls out.

So, even as his mind's eye was trapped in the wet track of tears on her skin, the hitched sound of her breath holding in a cry, he turned and headed back for the dungeon's door. The doorknob twisted in his hand. The door cracked open.

"Percy."

He held stiff. "Yes?"

"Don't forget the bracelet."

Heat burned at the back of his head. In his pocket, the bracelet felt heavier than the weight of the world. When he had first arrived, she gave it to him. When he refused to take it, insistent that she could deliver it to Nico herself, she shoved it into his pocket herself. Like a ghostly stain, his thigh still tingled with the forceful and firm press of her hand. He was sure it always would.

"I won't."

"Stay safe," she said, a princess in a dungeon ready and waiting to die.

His heart shattered. Still, he kept his head held high. "I will."

Then, without another word, he left the girl he had spent the last three years training to protect. He was meant to die for her. It was the role he had accepted the night he and his friends had stormed the castle and pleaded for help with his dying mother. He didn't argue. He didn't plead. Without hesitation, he swore his life away for hers. Without hesitation, he swore his last breath would be hers.

Yet she was the one embracing the eternal coldness to come. She was the one breathing weakly so he could breathe strong. She was trading away her life for his. She was the lion, giving a mighty roar before the dawn of a new year. She was the sacrifice, held down by chains with a glistening sharp blade raised above her head.

But he wasn't the one lowering it upon her neck. No, he was the cold breath of winter. The first drop of snow. The wilting grass. He was the barren wasteland that drove her out into the open. He was the starving masses desperate to live. He didn't have to drop the blade. He didn't have to use his own hands to spill her blood across the ground. His survival was her end. And that made him her killer anyway.

[pokemon-leggins-arcoos]

𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑵 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 <𝟑

[emp-t-man]

you know that saying about whatever you hyperfixated on at twelve being with you for the rest of your life

it’s not wrong and i hate it

[imp-thing]

guess who's Detective Grimoire hyperfix is turning two years old in two days