#ones*

[2d-beefcakes-my-beloveds]

Thorin Oakenshield, bit too tall and skinny for most dwarves, shorn beard of shame until he recovers his mountain and honor, basic ass braids with minimal beading, otherwise average looking by dwarven standards.

Bilbo Baggins “He is the most gorgeous being I have ever seen and I will climb that hunk like a tree”

[hilarioushilarity]

I know people joked about not trusting the promotional photos but seriously can we just

literally ten minutes before the infamous shushing scene, okay, well maybe that's just a fluke -

alright, twice is a coincidence but surely they wouldn't deliberately fuck with us like -

Netflix, what the fuck.

[negreabsolut]

Les Tempesterres.

[wiirocku]

Luke 16:10 (NLT) - “If you are faithful in little things, you will be faithful in large ones. But if you are dishonest in little things, you won’t be honest with greater responsibilities.

[kytrisz]

ruin | Pedro Pascal

| pairing. pedro pascal x reader

It's supposed to be perfect. Everything is meant to be perfect. It's a well-thought-out plan that is thoroughly prepared for months when he's away for shooting. This was supposed to make up for his shortcomings. To show that he's sorry for being an absent prick and that he loves you. He loves you more than everything, even more than life itself. But why can't he do it? Why can't he make everything right? Why can't he just be deserving of your lo—

A powerful thunderstorm flashes across the night sky, whisking Pedro away from the loud voices in his head. Blinking a few times, Pedro shook his head to scan his surroundings and realized he was in the car with you in the passenger seat, who was staring at him worriedly.

Ah... now he remembers.

This was your supposed getaway, to make up for you, to make up for his absence during your anniversary. You were meant to go to the beach house he rented for two weeks. But instead of being in bed with you in his arms, enjoying the peace and quiet. The two of you are stranded in a fucking stupid car in the middle of nowhere with fucking rain pouring harder by the second.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Pedro screamed releasing his frustration as he repeatedly banged his palm on the steering wheel.

A hand the brush in his arm trying to calm him down, "Hey, babe, P, it will be alright—"

Pedro shook his head, "but it's not! it's not fucking alright!" This time he leaned on the steering wheel, and with eyes closed, he dropped his head with a thump.

Why can't he do anything right? Thump.

Why is he so messed up? Thump.

Why is he so messed up? Thump.

A hand was placed on his cheek, preventing him from banging his head even further, and he was slowly dragged away from the steering wheel, facing the owner.

Pedro's rage was quickly wiped away by guilt as he stared at you. He felt worthless. Breaking the eye contact he whispered, "I'm sorry" repeatedly.

Your heartache hearing that, "Hey, hey, it's not your fault." stroking his cheeks with both of your hands.

"But it is. It is. It is supposed to be great, perfect even. Just the two of us having peace for once, but here we are stuck in the middle of a storm because of this stupid car, and it's all my fault!"

Sigh, you despise it when Pedro acts this way, blaming himself for things that aren't his fault. "Hey, don't say that."

When he is about to open his mouth to argue, you shush him, putting your thumb into his lips.

"Look at me.", when he didn't move, you pleaded "Please." 

“It's not your fault”, you say while looking into each other's eyes and caressing your thumb in his cheeks.

It took a moment of silence and staring before Pedro sighed "Alright, alright... I'm sorry I went mental."

"You are always mental," you chuckle, attempting to help him loosen up, which works as he lets out a loud laugh.

"Also I got news, I received a text from the nearby repair shop they said they'll be on their way but it might take some time because of how hard the rain is pouring. So, while we wait for a bit we can do something fun!"

Pedro looks at you as if you've gone insane. "Yeah, let's have fun here inside of a car that is stuck in the middle of nowhere."

You laughed as you listened to him rant on. He's such a drama queen no wonder being an actor does suit him, you said to yourself.

In the middle of his outburst, your attention was drawn outside. You always love the rain. 

It always makes you feel comfortable and at ease, and it's probably the reason you're staying cool in this situation. But what you love the most is the feeling of the continuous splatter of the rain in your skin. It washes your worries, problems, and pain to the ground until you become free from them.  

So, without thinking or caring about the person next to you, you open the door and walk outside. The world becomes silent as you feel the rain connect to you. 

You spin around with your arms extended. You laugh as you enjoy the cool breeze of the rain. Returning your gaze to the car, you proceed to the driver's door, where the window has been rolled down.

 "Come out, it's fun!" you called Pedro. 

"You should be the one coming inside! God y/n you'll get sick!"

Rolling your eyes from his response, you open the door, startling Pedro from inside "Are you crazy! You will get everything here wet! "

Such a princess, you told to yourself. Grabbing him in the arm you drag him out of the car ignoring his protest.

"y/n, I'm fucking wet! Stop laughing!" Pedro groans making you laugh even harder as you swirl in the rain.

Staring at you looking carefree and not bothered about the current situation, Pedro can't help but feel his heart race. It always makes him wonder and a bit jealous of how you can still be optimistic when the world already crashing down. 

Then you surprised him one more when you bowed down and offered your hand to him like a gentleman. "Shouldn't I be the one doing that?" Pedro raised his eyebrows. 

"Well, my dear, the world is changing," amused by his question. "So would you sir allow me to dance you in the rain."

Pedro looks at you for a few seconds before he sighs in defeat. Placing his hand on your palm, you put your hand on his shoulder, while his others placed on your waist, and the two of you waltz in the lost in your own world that’s filled with love and laughter.

 Maybe everything is not ruined at all.

[stunie]

*BUSTS DOWN YOUR DOOR*

ZEVIE !!

what do you think about thigh riding with one of the haikyuu men? i know, i knowwwww those mfs have nice strong thighs with all the games they play 😮‍💨 the first ones that come to mind are Daichi or Kuroo (i’m partial to captains it seems), but you write whoever you feel is most appropriate because i know you’ll hit it out of the park regardless!! 😩

lex lex lex….. so here is my response 🥺

[saytr]

Marinette freezes in Winter, she has at least always two layers on her. Adrien goes out to the shop at the corner with shorts at -12°C

[frogayyyy]

how many ‘mind melds’ are there between jim and spock in the series?

i can think of four off the top of my head (paradise syndrome, spectre of the gun, requiem for methuselah, turnabout intruder) are there any more?

[myths0f01d]

The bells rang from sundawn to sundown, people the likes of many danced and cheered. Drinks and jokes and many merriment were shared. Dances asked of and meaningless bets and gambles placed. The throne now had a second. The kings chambers now had two dressers and many modifications. Plants of colours bloomed along the mountain and land, that of witch most were out of season for. Races of all dressed elegantly, mingling amongst Erabors halls. Two souls mended as one, long lost to now be founded.

A royal wedding to be seen of ages.

Carved and grown by the likes of two creators.

The beginning of something new started long before in the tales of the firsts of middle earth.

[ridethewhitelightnings]

[suntegral]

it’s not even that sam plays all these different bisexual characters so well, it’s also the fact that they’re safe in his hands, you get me? like i feel that i can trust him with portraying their stories in a respectful manner and that he will do his best to bring them justice

[kawaiijay]

#shoegang

[killer-kimball]

... why yes, I HAVE been procrastinating on coloring in an oil slick finish for the Bismuth Scrapling. But I've been drawing at least.

Uuuuuh. Have some draws of myself (the octoling with the facial scar and pink sweater) and my boyfriends? (Delta is the inkling, Vincent is the octoling) (I love them both dearly)

[decemberthe7th]

And when I’d leave I’d call you and you’d tell me about all the things that I don’t understand  And now the absent silence is deafening you’re not there to pull me back down from the ledge

[san8ny]

i be lovebombing my mutuals