#oh :((( wow

[bananadramaaa]

How are you coping after Arcane’s finale?

[kaddyssammlung]

Berlin November 2024

[cliozaur]

@purple-irises @philanthrophic-misanthrope a nice way to combine travel and research

[cxffeek]

GUYS!!!!!!! LOOK!!!!!! KOKOMI DID THE KIYOTAKA POSE!!

[latinaa6969]

Reblog if you want more🍒

[ayamemes]

oh my god, laios

[rainbowdash]

I wonder what @petermorwood might know about this mystery sword?

The Norimitsu Odachi is a huge sword from Japan. It is so large, in fact, that it was said to have been wielded by a giant. Apart from the basic knowledge of it having been forged in the 15th century AD, measuring 3.77 meters (12.37 ft.) in length, and weighing as much as 14.5 kg (31.97 lbs.), this impressive sword is shrouded in mystery.

[anviblog]

[boymosher-420]

7feet

in a river

[splendidfemalelegs]

Incredible 😍

[joffyworld]

RATA'S LAMB IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LAMB THERE IS NO DEBATE THIS IS PROOF

So I finally have a lil break from everything, so I bring the bunny costume thing I’ve been seeing around for a few days TwT

I may draw more this was fun hehe ;3

[lisaveeee]

this man…arrest him.

[myeonzen]

crazy handsome

[skinnycookie]

Once on your lips, forever on your hips 😭

[midnightorchids]

You didn’t mean to memorize his schedule, it was purely coincidental. You just happened to share the 9 a.m train with him and nothing more.

It was odd honestly, it started off as a few stolen glances on the morning commute. You silently eyed the boy from the opposite end of the large vehicle, careful not stare or to be rude. But it was hard to look away. He sat with his back against the navy blue seats of the rusty, old train with the most current issue of the Gotham Gazzete in his hands.

He was beautiful, but in a melancholic, bittersweet way. He was like an angel, a painting straight from the Gotham Museum. He had long, dark curly hair and a small fringe that covered his teal eyes. His hands were bruised, covered in bandages and you could see tiny traces of blood oozing out from the tape. He wore bulky headphones and you wondered what kind of music he listened to.

He was dreamy, but unrequited. It was a little crush, an infatuation, something you never thought was attainable. But then, the next morning, he was on the commute again. One day turned into two and two turned into a month. It was truly an accident, you had not planned on memorizing his morning schedule.

It was as if he began to notice your presence too, the few stolen glances slowly turned into gentle nods of acknowledgement. He’d enter the train quietly while his head tipped in your direction and his lips pursed.

He smiled one day and you felt your heart drop. It was impossible, he had seemed to make himself look even prettier. His face scrunched and his eyes crinkled, a smile had never affected you this way before.

You wanted to talk to him, to ask his name, but with every attempt, it proved impossible. Before you could gain the courage to speak to him, you would make it to your destination.

You often found yourself thinking of what would happen if you just missed the next stop. Would you speak to him? Perhaps learn something new? The reason for his bloodied knuckles or why such a young man only seemed to read newspapers on the train?

But until you find the confidence to speak to him, the beautiful stranger will have to remain a stranger…

inspired by laufey’s beautiful stranger