#otp: Just in case

[nobleriver]

Doctor Who Season 7 Minisodes

Rain Gods

[i-am-extremely-mad]

We popping the BIGGEST bottles when the 10th ANNIVERSARY OF KORRASAMI happens tomorrow!

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[mischievous-thunder]

A few hours later:

Bonus ft. Nicepool unabashedly eyeing Logan up:

[a-slut-for-smut]

it’s them your honor

[leopardmuffinxo]

when you want to impress your crush, but your siblings keep teasing you

[transingthoseformers]

How do you feel about toxic megop that doesn't have a happy ending but was interesting nonetheless?

[aylaaescar]

If you say that you are mine I'll be here 'til the end of time

my OC Seyda Moderni (they/them or he/him pronouns) and Red Antiqua, from @shepherds-of-haven, as done by @serahlink! :') you ever hate a dude in magic high school because you think he's a dumb frat boy, only to meet him again years later and it turns out he's actually a sweet nerdy guy you're into? who hasn't, honestly (rivals to lovers supremacy)

once again, I highly encourage you to commission Link if you're looking for art! he's wonderful to work with, and the art is beautiful :D

[esmes]

look at me baby, dead in my eyes it's the end of our holiday, but it isn't goodbye carry me with you all of the time eat of me baby, skin to the bone body on body, until I'm all gone but I'm with you, inside

🎥 @theriddletrades

[elvenbeard]

I don't know where I am sometimes, sometimes I don't care, I'm just high

My hands in the air and my head in the clouds I wanted to float and I want it right now

And this is my tune and I want it real loud

I randomly walked into Riot the other day with the intention to take pics but then was surprised by a very special event taking place there, so I ditched all plans and instead made "super secretive special party guests dancing through the night" my new theme XD

featuring @arcandoria's [revamped joggers] for mascV, refitted to now fit skinny Rockerboys better too :3 thank you so much!

[beaulesbian]

frobin crumbs!

[i-am-extremely-mad]

Happy 10th ANNIVERSARY OF KORRASAMI! We popping the BIGGEST bottles TODAY!

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Two living homies and a dead one

[dayas]

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?” + fiyeraba

Drabble Prompts

YESSSSS

Costars AU 🤩 solely cause I can 😁

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Fiyero Tigelaar didn’t know what he did wrong. He couldn’t remember making any terrible missteps or disappearing into a perilous pitfall during any conversation he’d had with his costar since being cast as the male lead in the biggest romantic movie of the year. But he knew he must’ve done something to irk or anger Elphaba Thropp, because the moment they finished rehearsing a scene, she flat out refused to speak another word to him. Fiyero was a bit surprised by Director Morrible’s casting choice, considering he was one of the biggest stars in the world and she was completely unknown, discovered in some small town. But when he’d seen her act for the first time, watched as she transformed before his very eyes into a completely different person, he understood her reasoning perfectly. She was incredible, and he’d somehow bungled his chances of getting to know her in any capacity that wasn’t strictly professional. And he had tried, approaching her after they’d met for the first time at their chemistry read to congratulate her. Albeit he’d been flirting with some of the other girls who were auditioning mere moments before, but he considered that a completely irrelevant detail. He’d attempted to catch her after their initial table reading too, only to be courteously brushed off before she left. Fiyero didn’t understand it. He had never been brushed aside before. She had to be the only person on Earth who either didn’t know who he was, or didn’t care.

Strangely enough, it felt… refreshing.

He started backing away after that, giving her more space, even if he couldn’t resist a flirtatious quip or two once their scenes concluded. He had no idea whether she’d noticed or not, seeing as she barely spoke two words to him when she didn’t have to (if she even stuck around that long).

After a particularly strenuous rehearsal, Fiyero decided to give his attempts at beginning a genuine friendship with Elphaba one last try.

“Would you like some tea?”

To his complete and utter surprise, she softly said, “Yes.”

His eyes lit up, though he kept his smile small and his nod cordial.

“Come on, then.”

Boq’s home, at which the main cast was currently gathered, was small. Neither he nor Elphaba had offered their current apartments up for post rehearsal hangouts. To him, she seemed impersonal, which explained her reluctance to engage with the rest of them. He preferred his own space to remain his own. It was the only place he could exist solely as himself, not as the larger than life figure he was expected to be.

They walked into the kitchen together as the chattering of the rest of their cast mates faded away. Fiyero set about preparing the kettle, heating the stove and placing the kettle down.

“I normally drink coffee this late at night.”

Elphaba offered him her words casually. Fiyero, still in slight disbelief that she was actually talking to him voluntarily, of her own free will, managed to retain enough brain power to ask, “Why’s that?”

“I used to stay up so late learning lines and practicing for auditions. It’s just habit now, I guess.”

She seemed conflicted, something flickering in her eyes, an internal battle he was only catching flashes of. Still, she asked him, “Have you always preferred tea?”

“Always,” Fiyero confirmed with a nod. “My mum made the best cups, though. It never comes out quite as right when I do it.”

“My mom made the best cups of coffee, too.”

He was surprised by the gentle smile that touching the edges of his lips. He’d gathered the tea pot, tea leaves and the infuser, and he set about readying them for the boiling water. Fiyero knew he probably should have simply enjoyed the moment and kept any further questions to himself.

He was never very good at doing that.

“If I may ask, what changed?”

Elphaba chewed on her lower lip for a moment, staring at him. Whatever she saw in his eyes must have been convincing enough, because she answered, “I saw you today. With that little girl.”

Fiyero froze. Boq’s family had stopped by briefly earlier for a visit, his young niece included. Fiyero figured no one caught the moment he assisted her, but apparently, Elphaba had. Fiyero covered his momentary stillness as best he could, moving to pour the tea into the pot. He offered her a cup once it was steeped, a minute or so later.

“She was crying,” Elphaba said after she’d taken her first sip, “but everyone else was so caught up in their own world. You, though… you leaned down and asked her what was wrong. You talked to her like she was a person, you didn’t infantilize her. You picked her up when she held her arms out and you made her laugh. And you let her go once it was over, like nothing happened. Like you didn’t just see her.”

Fiyero said nothing, sipping from his tea. Elphaba took a step forward, towards him.

“No one noticed. Well, no one but me. You didn’t do what you did for the cameras, or your fans, or even for Boq. You did it because it was the right thing to do.”

She took another step and he almost warned her to stop, because he wasn’t quite sure what he would do if she continued.

“No matter how shallow and self absorbed you pretend to be, it’s all pretense.”

Elphaba’s murmur was meant only for his ears. Part of him wanted to crawl beneath the table they stood next to and forget everything she just said. The louder, bolder part of him pushed him forwards, his chest a single inch away from hers. He looked down, carefully brushing one of the small braids that had fallen forward during their conversation away from her face. He had to take back some power, after all, and he knew his effect on people very well. He bit back the self satisfied smirk that threatened to rise at the quiet breath she sucked in. No matter what she said, she wasn’t as immune to him as she pretended to be.

“There is no pretense here,” Fiyero whispered, more for himself than for her. He needed the reminder more than he cared to admit.

“I don’t think so,” Elphaba whispered back, her gaze steady upon him.

“Elphaba! Fiyero! You guys have got to see this!”

NessaRose’s voice shattered whatever it was the two of them had found themselves entangled in.

“After you.”

Fiyero stepped aside, allowing Elphaba to set her cup down and walk past him. She paused at the kitchen’s edge, turned back to him and said, “Thanks for the tea.”

Incredibly, a small smile lit up her face. She looked pretty when she smiled, Fiyero thought. He would have to see it again sometime. But not currently — he had a reputation to uphold, regardless of whether or not she’d seen right through it.

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Pushing is what I do best, love.”

“Elphaba!” NessaRose called again.

“Coming!” Elphaba yelled back. To Fiyero, once more, she offered those same two words.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He stayed behind to clean up the kitchen before waltzing back into the living room, performance ready. But he noticed Elphaba let him sit closer to her than she usually would, that she began to ask for his opinion if he didn’t already provide it, and allowed herself to laugh at his jokes.

He wasn’t sure what it was that made him want more.

All Fiyero knew was one way or another, he was going to know her.

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

Me searching for Wilmon endgame like

[quinnmorgendorffer]