#please im so unserious

[queenhera1]

Drake’s heart was broken. It seemed that his secret lover didn’t truly love him. It was only evident with the lyrics he published. Even now, as he gripped the wheel and pressed the gas pedal harder, the lyrics boomed out of his car stereo.

Why you trollin’ like a bih? Ain’t you tired? Tryin’ strike a chord and it’s probably A minorrrrrrr

Drake quickly snapped the stereo off.

Why would Kendrick say such a thing about him? Drake thought that when J. Cole had called them the big three that it was a good thing. But it seemed Kendrick had some things to get off his chest. However, Drake didn’t know why he decided to make his secret burning hatred of him public. Especially after all those sweet times Drake had spent with Kendrick. His favorite being the romantic private dinner cruise on the Seine at sunset. But, as Drake thought about more and more of their dates, he realized that they had never shared a kiss between them. Not even a peck. The closest was always when Kendrick would kiss the top of his hand before and after dates and Drake would go home and kiss the same exact places Kendrick had.

Finally, he made it to LAX airport. He pushed past a crowd of Kendrick fans who had recognized him. Dozens of phones pushed into his face and people laughing at him and singing along to those horrible and untrue lyrics. BBL Drizzy this, A minor that. Still, he tried his best to push past them. Though he could tell that news had already spread that he was at the airport and since his flight wouldn't board for another 4 or 5 hours he would be stuck here getting calledBBL Drizzy and worse.

Drake wasn’t wrong about the news spreading fast. All the way across town, Kendrick paced in his studio. He wanted badly to publish an anti-diss track. One that would show how sorry he was to Drake and for destroying him through the thing that connected them the most, music. However, he knew his fanbase. If he backtracked now, he would be seen as weak and his career would be over. The more he paced, the more he realized he would have to pick between his two loves; rap or Drake. The decision would be one of his hardest yet.

It was in the middle of his pacing when his closest friend, Leland (or more commonly known as Metro Boomin) burst in.

“Yo, Kendrick! Have you seen TheShadeRoom’s latest post? Apparently Drake has been spotted at the airport.” He announced in a quiet tone after closing the door. Kendrick’s face dropped in horror as his head snapped up to see if he heard Metro correctly.

“At the airport?” He asked, clarifying.

“Yea, he had his suitcases and everything. Suitcases looked big. He might be gone for a while. Might disappear to the same island in the Caribbean where Tupac is hiding.” Metro looked at him, serious concern showing in his eyes. He paused and continued. “What will you do?”

“I have to apologize.” He said before snatching up his jacket and phone and rushing out.

Kendrick had made it to the airport in less than an hour and a half. He knew he ran a couple red lights and he would bribe the judges for those later. But right now, he had only one thing on his mind. Or rather one person on his mind. Kendrick rushed through the airport, using fans’ posts as a way to track his love down.

Eventually he found him. Drake was standing in the middle of a coach, glancing over the bags. It was a sight to behold. Kendrick could tell he was crying, but he still looked as beautiful as ever. He slowly walked into the store and called out to him.

“Drake?”

Drake tensed up, terrified. Slowly he turned and that's when he saw him. His heart skipped a beat. Even now as he was supposed to be upset and angry and hurt at the man in front of him, he couldn’t. He still loved this man. But the betrayal did sting.

“What do you want, K Dot?” He said, trying to put as much venom in his voice as possible. He watched him up and down, and he could tell he just came from a studio session.

“You.” Kendrick said in a hushed tone, moving closer.

Drake raised an eyebrow and took a step back. “Excuse me?”

Kendrick cleared his throat and spoke louder. “You. I want you. I only want you. I’m sorry for the things I said. It was just the music. I wanted to be legendary. I didn't want to just be the “Big 3”, I wanted to be number 1 and I thought I could prove I was number one by initiating a rap battery amongst us. Before I knew it, J. Cole dropped out and it was me against you. I realize that I hurt you and knowing that I hurt you, agonized me. I'm truly and wholeheartedly sorry. I will even give up my music to prove it to you. Just how sorry I am.”

Drake's eyes started to well up but he quickly stopped them away and sniffed.

“You really, REALLY, hurt me, Baka.” He said softly, the tears coming back to threaten to fall down his cheeks.

“I know and I'm really sorry. But I will do everything in my power to prove to you how sorry I am. And if you never forgive me or want to talk to me again, then that will be fine. I deserve it.”

The world seemed to pause as neither of the two continued to talk. They stared at each other for a while. There was no movement in the Coach outlet. Everyone seemed to have been holding their breath and holding up phones. Then suddenly, Drake dropped his luggage and Kendrick took that as his cue. The dark skinned shorter male stepped forward and took the other's face gently in one hand and snaked the other around his waist. He pulled him closer and hesitantly pulled his face closer, giving Drake ample opportunity to pull away.

He didn't, and so Kendrick closed the gap, his lips locking with Drake's soft juicy ones. A burst of applause and cheer erupted in the airport, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the kiss. Oh, how long did he want to do that? Since he first met him.

He felt Drake deepen the kiss and so he opened his lips partly and caught Drake's bottom lip in between his teeth. He softly played around with it before pulling back and gazing into his love’s eyes.

“I love you. So much. I'm so sorry for everything. I hope one day… one day you can forgive me.” He whispered.

Drake smiled and whispered back “I already do.”

[natamouche-art]

twilight marathon, anyone?

[cl-0v3r]

HER SILLY SMILES ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

":3" lookin ahh

[bird-bureau]

Place your bets!

[lost-in-fandoms]

maxiel horse ranch summer holidays where max is sent to the ranch because he can’t focus in school or something and hot ranch hand daniel tells him that he’ll never tame rb19… it just can’t be done… but max and rb19 have a BOND and max goes into rb19’s paddock with daniel running after him but gently touches rb19’s nose and there are sparks and then they win the county fair. daniel kisses max and puts the wreathe over his head. mostly joking but also somehow not?

disclaimer: i never was a horse girl, I don't know much about horse behavior, so I'm just winging this

inspired by this post

Max slides into the stables, looking over his shoulder to make sure Daniel hasn't spotted him. He knows, technically, that he is allowed in here, but he also knows that the one horse he wants to see is the one Daniel told him to stay away from.

Rb19 looks up when Max approaches, stomping a little, tail swishing from side to side nervously. His coat is beautiful, black and shiny, only a white spot around his nostrils.

"Rb19 is such a stupid name," Max says, walking even closer. If he raised his hand right now he could touch him. "They are all so stupid, especially Daniel," he adds after a second.

The horse is looking intently at him, ears slightly pulled back, but he snorts at Max's words.

"Yeah, I know you of course would agree." He takes another miniscule step forward. If Rb19 was to lash out now and try to bite him, he would probably manage to get Max's face.

The horse doesn't look keen to kill Max though, not yet. He's still visibly nervous, but not aggressive.

"They don't know anything," Max says, thinking about Daniel telling him he wasn't ready to take care of the horses alone yet, as if Max was incompetent, or a child. He knows what he can do, he knows he is probably even better than Daniel himself.

Slowly, he raises a hand, holding it in front of Rb19's nose, not pulling it back when he snorts again.

Distantly, he can hear Daniel calling his name. All his attention is focused on the horse though, on the way he can see his nostrils flaring, his ears shifting, his tail cutting through the air, now with a little less power than before.

"You are not what they say, I know it," Max whispers, inching his hand forward. Rb19 doesn't move away. His fingers land on the side of his head, then slowly soothe down his neck.

"Max!" Rb19 flinches at the sound of Daniel's voice at the entrance of the stables, but Max doesn't move, pushing his hand back into his mane and patting him firmly. "What the fuck do you think you're..."

Daniel doesn't finish his sentence. Max can feel his eyes on him, and he almost feels like smiling, happiness and smugness mixing in a bubbly cocktail in his stomach.

"You are such a beautiful boy," he says instead, not ever looking away from the horse, "so well behaved."

"Max..." Daniel is whispering now too, but he doesn't step closer. Max knows, because Daniel told him, that he had never even managed to touch Rb19 without having to restrain him. And yet Max is here, petting him.

"They gave you such a stupid name," he repeats, slightly louder, bringing up his other hand too to scratch along his jaw, up to his ear. "Why 19? Nobody has ever been like you."

The horse seems to agree, lowering his head a little, moving closer to Max. His heart is beating so fast in his chest he's afraid even Daniel will hear it. He's never felt this kind of connection to a horse before. He knows they are destined to be together.

"Good boy," he murmurs.

He wants to unlatch the door, get closer, saddle him and ride away, show everyone how they are meant for each other, but he doesn't want to overwhelm him too soon. He contents himself with more pats. Daniel's eyes are still heavy on him.

"Good boy, Rocky, good boy," he repeats. The horse blinks at him, shaking his beautiful head for a moment before settling back. Max smiles. Yes, they'll be great together.

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

despise this trend of acting like black men are inherently victims because they are affected by racism when they are just as much misogynistic and oppressing women as white men. if you were actually anti racist you would center black women and not yap about misandry and act like misandry is racist because it also „affects“ black men. racialised fetishisation and the othering and dehumanisation of black men is not misandry, its racism. which is evidenced by the fact black women too are fetishised, othered and dehumanised this way. meanwhile the same people act like white women are not victims of misogyny because of white privilege. what this really shows is that nobody takes misogyny seriously; if they did, they would recognise how black women are especially affected by it and victimised also at the hands of black men. when they imagine misandrists, they must imagine a white woman or they would not act like misandry is an actual issue. like this whole „women who hate men are racist because some men are not white“ argument only works if you only consider white women. what if a black woman hates men? is she racist? lmao

[skellydun]

Do you find it hard to deal with people (specifically on dating apps) when they don't consider you a real man because you're trans?

nope that's their issue not mine and if they want to unpack it that's great but I'm not your teacher so u can learn that shit on your own plus if u cannot read the words 'trans man' in my bio before swiping right then that's an entirely different issue

[willthespy]

he’d understand me…

[gunsatthaphan]

they’re not professional. 

[marybatson]

always thinking abt that cap marvel Gustave Doré redraw variant. the exact tone (i.e. like his biblical/divine comedy works) aligns w what some of us mean by cm being reflective not of dcu magic world or just magic in general but of more spiritually mystic/divinity connotations. i just like that it’s kind of absurd but also so serious, which is very cm to me

if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you….except if you’re mr cap marvel billy batson, then the abyss looks away in shame ..maybe even reaches out for salvation………even if he can’t quite give it…that’s what I mean..

[yuquiitas]

Made these after watching like the first 3 eps...little did i know they tricked me into caring about world's worst nepo baby. Anyways you know how in twewty there's a song called ooparts and a mini game based on pins those do look like medals and well ankh looks like a twewy character

[kith-kanan]

[hirokiyuu]

Heddwyn "Wyn" Caldera is a freshman from Diasomnia. He's well known in alchemical circles for multiple revolutionary breakthroughs in the world of potions, the first of which he discovered at eight years old. Though invited to NRC last year at age thirteen, he waited a year before accepting a position at the school.

here he is my baby boy......!!!! been tossing this kid around in my head a lot lately and wanted to make a profile card for him to show him off to the world. imagine me as a proud parent and ive pulled this out of my wallet.

based off the black cauldron. both the movie and like. the cauldron itself. naturally he is good at potions. since the cauldron is essentially a mcguffin wanted by everyone the idea is that he's extremely good at what he does but is also pretty vulnerable to being used. he's also very stone-faced bc he's...... made of stone............ get it.............

template is from here!

[waitinqroom]

the way i have seen actual HORDES of white blonde girls on the internet complaining about the pjo series annabeth casting bc they think they are, of all things…. losing Smart blonde girl representation.

[starrylink]

i find it interesting that Sky's dowsing ability isn't working right in the update cause in game the dowsing ability also has its limitations like where you go can cause the ability not to work. And with Sky not being able to sense the portal with the master sword anymore it's interesting as the gang moves forward if the dowsing ability comes back. Plus why isn't it working now, it was before? could it be where they are heading or where they are at now or something else???

[fauvester]

bridgerton s2 was SUCH a clayhoun slay. thots in tags