#oml what

[thatonearoacefreak]

AGSISIKEMEBHDNANS 1000 PEOPLE HAVE LIKED MY POSTS thanks @idkisaccmoon for being no. 1000-

[hayden-christensen]

MARGOT ROBBIE as BARBIE Barbie (2023) | dir. Greta Gerwig

[bodega-catto]

[moonkhao]

Come on, babe. You aren’t romantic at all. How do I be romantic? Like this. And… this. And…

WE ARE | EP11

[sasperine]

who wrote the wikipedia descriptions for catullus's poetry

[itsseohannbin]

Seo Changbin || behind the scenes of the DLC mv 💫

◇ If anyone needs me I will be at the local funeral home preparing for my final rest bc wtf Bin 😭

[charactercandyart]

"He thought you were on a break!"

Yeah, I'm not immune to the twink...

[popping-greenbean]

havent posted oc stuff in a while,, heres an older character speedran today as i try to get into the swing of things

[alishaaxo]

the fact that criston is still suicidal… but the only thing holding him back is alicent…

oh boy wait until he realises that alicent sold out their children 😭😭

hes more of a parent to aegon than she EVER was!!!

and shes doomed their sons to their death 🥺

[crystallizsch]

(screaming and crying with heartslabyul and savanaclaw)

making everyone ugly cry 2024

[troyssix]

NEWTMAS NEWTMAS NEWTMAS

(books)

"newt squeezed his hand tightly"

"thomas realized how much newt meant to him"

"what's up, tommy? you look bloody great for 3 in the morning"

"i knew i'd follow you anywhere. and i have" (this is just the films ik but still)

also newt only trusting thomas with the note

also the TENSION

also newt being confirmed fruity

historians say "they were great friends" THEY WERE GAY BITCHES

[hayden-christensen]

PREQUELS APPRECIATION WEEK 2024 DAY 4: COSTUMES ▸ ANAKIN'S DARK/BLACK JEDI ROBES

The idea was obviously to hint to the future [...] using leather and the silhouette of his cloak was hopefully going to reflect a little bit on the Darth Vader silhouette. — Costume design by Trisha Biggar

[rottenomelet]

imagine being awoken from a peaceful nap to being absolutely railed by a desperate satoru. his arms wrapped around you tight, his cock slamming into you over and over again. all while his face is in your neck and he’s whimpering, begging for you to “please, please, come. just one more time. i wanna feel you come on my dick just one more time baby.”

[touchlikethesun]

the morning routine.

[thatsrightice]

[Gale Cleven] was set to leave for the States on the eighth of May. The men resolved that they had to give him something to take back with him, something from them. From the Squadron. They rustled around the shops of Bury St. Edmunds and Ipswich and finally they got what they wanted. One night they lured him into coming up into Barracks 9. When he entered he found that most of the old crowd had assembled in the packed barracks. Larry Bowa, who knew him probably the best of anyone there, made his speech. They led him over to uncover the silver service they had pooled their pounds to buy. It was a beauty and on the bottom they had had engraved the words

"To Gale W. Cleven from the 350th Bomb Squadron."

They had something else for him, too. A chromatic watch. They almost didn't get the chance to give it to him. Cleven stood there, looking down at the silver service, trying not to let it come. But come it did anyway. He turned around and he was crying—not just tears in the eyes—but crying right out! He tried to grin.

"I'm just a baby," he said thickly and stumbled out of the barracks into the night. The men looked at each other helplessly. There's something terrible about a man's tears. Even tears of joy. They stood silently and felt helpless in the middle of the barracks and didn't know what to do next. Finally someone came to and they cautiously decided to give the Major his watch, too, and get it all over with. Then, they figured, he could have a good cry. So someone went out—I think it was his "little chum," Major Varian—and got hold of him and brought him back. They gave him the watch. He couldn't say anything. Just stood there with his watch in his hand, looking dumbly grateful. He turned and fled the barracks, going down the road in the drizzle alone, without a raincoat. He was gone for hours.

—Jack Sheridan in his book, They Never Had It So Good: The Personal, Unofficial Story of the 350th Bombardment Squadron (H), 100th Bombardment Group (H) USAAF, 1942-1945

[a-n-i-m-a-t-i-o-n]

I love this man so muuuuuuch ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️