#op couple

[theseance-klaushargreeves]

damn! diego with those bullets and lila with the laser eyes

[afterthelambs]

I love how Ekko and Jinx are both artists. Ekko makes these gorgeous realistic murals, meanwhile Jinx's artistry is plastering colorful doodles and graffiti everywhere. You just know these two had fun in that other world

[j0cto]

oh Koby..

[ariadne-mouse]

"Do not take me for some conjuror of cheap tricks!" says man who spent the last several hours providing the fireworks show for a birthday party

[genderoutlaws]

Fat Claude and her girlfriend at Le Monocle, a lesbian bar in Paris, in 1936. Photographed by multi-hyphenate Hungarian-French artist Brassaï

[facelessoldgargoyle]

now draw her fat

[ollieartie]

So...I'll just...gently place him over here for now....

[ichigoginchan]

they're never beating the old married couple allegations

[glambots]

@ Steel Wool Studios (Official Twitter/X)

[bluestation]

dishes for autumn

[humans-are-tasty]

[cowleyes]

i don’t know how to draw zoro and it’s keeping me up at night. they’re probably making fun of kaidos foot soldiers idk

[f1daydreamer]

Coming Back to Us

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of arguments, emotional tension.

Word Count: ~1,200

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The sound of rain hitting the window matched the rhythm of your tears falling onto the pillow. The house felt unbearably quiet now—just the soft hum of the heater filling the void Oscar had left.

It had started with something so trivial: his packed schedule, your growing frustration with his endless absence, and the unspoken words that piled up like weights on your chest. Words that finally exploded two nights ago.

"Maybe I should just go!" he had snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

"Maybe you should!" you'd yelled back, your voice cracking with hurt.

And just like that, he did.

The regret had set in almost immediately. The way his face fell before he walked out the door was burned into your memory, but your pride had kept you from calling him back. Now, two days later, your pride felt more like a noose tightening around your throat.

You were startled by the sound of keys jingling outside the door. The clock read 11:47 PM. Your heart skipped a beat.

When the door opened, Oscar stepped inside, rain dripping from his jacket. His hair was a mess, and dark circles shadowed his normally bright eyes. He looked just as exhausted as you felt.

Neither of you said anything as he closed the door behind him, hanging his jacket on the rack before turning to face you.

"I couldn't stay away," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know we’re not perfect, and I know I’m not always here, but walking out that door was the worst thing I’ve ever done."

Your lips parted, words caught in your throat as you took him in—his trembling hands, the vulnerability etched across his face.

"I don’t want to lose you," he continued, taking a hesitant step closer. "I love you. Even when I’m halfway across the world, you’re all I think about."

The dam broke. Tears streamed down your face as you rushed into his arms, your fists clutching the fabric of his hoodie like it was your lifeline.

"I’m sorry," you whispered against his chest. "I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean them."

His arms tightened around you, his hand cradling the back of your head. "Neither did I. I was frustrated, but that’s no excuse." He pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there.

For a moment, you just stood there, holding each other as the rain continued to fall outside.

"I’ll do better," he promised, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "I’ll make more time for us, no matter how crazy things get. You’re more important than any race, any podium."

You shook your head, a bittersweet smile forming on your lips. "I don’t need you to choose. I just need you to let me in—to let me be there for you, even when it’s hard."

Oscar nodded, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. "Deal."

You laughed softly, leaning into his touch. "We’re such a mess."

"Yeah," he agreed with a small smile. "But we’re our mess."

He tilted your chin up and kissed you, slow and sweet, as if to seal the promise between you. When you finally pulled away, the weight that had been suffocating you was gone.

"Come on," you said, tugging his hand toward the couch. "You look like you haven’t slept in days."

"I haven’t," he admitted with a sheepish grin, letting you pull him down beside you.

As you curled up together under a blanket, the storm outside faded into the background. The ache of the past two days lingered, but it was overshadowed by the warmth of his arms around you, the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

You were far from perfect, but together, you were enough.

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A/N

Hey there, lovelies! I hope this little piece tugged at your heartstrings just the right amount. Remember, every relationship has its storms, but love—real love—finds a way to weather them. Sending you all the hugs and warmth tonight! xx

[ariadne-mouse]

Essek when he walks in and gets the first whiff that Bell's Hells are Like That and he suggests waiting outside. Domade persona, or 'oh god not again i need a minute'? Whichever is funniest

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

i'm struggling to even put into words how i feel about these two scenes.

i honestly wonder how much of house's facial expressions in these moments were hugh laurie's choice and maybe weren't necessarily scripted, because the episode doesn't really offer any kind of conclusion on how jealous and, more importantly, how deeply fucking sad house looks after realizing wilson has been talking to amber.

first off - this happens a lot in this show, but this is one of those huge instances of "oh, how differently this situation would look if one of these characters was a woman." if that were the case, this whole thing would really be quite simple. if house was a proper Opposite Sex Love Interest, him standing at the door hearing the proof that his unrequited crush isn't over his last girlfriend...well, that would make perfect sense. The level of hurt and jealousy house seems to feel about wilson still being in love with amber is. well. it's Something.

so anyway - house gets that genuinely hurt look at three separate points: #1 is when he realizes wilson is talking to amber (and this moment is especially fascinating bc house's main emotion should arguably be relief at the knowledge he hasn't been hallucinating...but that appears to be taking a backseat to his jealousy for a woman who isn't even alive anymore)

#2 is when wilson tells amber that he wasn't able to go for a run tonight because house is having issues. now, this speaks to the broader problem that - even though house knows wilson feeds off neediness - house is still worried about being a burden to wilson and that eventually wilson will not want him anymore.

Then #3 - when wilson says to house's face that talking to amber makes him feel better when he misses her, and house doesn't. This moment is so painful and interesting to me because house inviting wilson to confide in him feels like a pretty big step in terms of growth! So for wilson to say he'd rather talk to his dead girlfriend than house...well, judging by house's face, the remark cuts pretty deep. (disclaimer: ofc wilson is completely valid for talking to amber; it just also makes sense that house would be hurt by this, especially in the context of him already feeling like a burden and trying so hard to be a better person)

anyway idk where else to go with this . . . i just feel like the episode sort of started to delve into this issue and then never really went deep enough or concluded this aspect - hence my theory that house's level of hurt may not have been scripted and it was just hugh laurie choosing to Do That with his face.

[theposhperyton]

I'm almost finished with Enies Lobby, manifesting this energy for the end of the arc 🙏