#t: teddy

[isabellexlaurent]

Belle: I apologize. It is becoming a habit to pry deeper. Belle: Feelings rarely follow a logical pattern.

Teddy: You're putting me in an uncomfortable position, Isabelle... Teddy: It's..way too soon for feelings of any sort.

[edzephyr]

I was walking to the gym one day and saw a bear with some trash on the street. He was on a small sun-faded plastic child's chair.

On the way back, the bear was gone, but I noticed a trail of white fluff down the street. As I walked, I realised it was the bear's innards, and I found the bear's skin torn up in an abandoned trolley.

The rest is as follows:

A wash (it took about half an hour to collect all his stuffing)

2. Reassembly and pet brush to de-matt

3. Eyes polished. (they were all scratched up)

4. Eyebrows

5. Nose (science blue)

6. Boots

7. Pants

8. Tunic (with a hand-embroidered emblem and some spare braid)

9. Spock

10. Spirk

🙃

BONUS: I also found this guy recently. Another project!

Now who on earth could that remind me of

 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway happy valentines day!

[ravetillyoucry]

You believe, I believe too

That you are the river of light

Who I love, that I cling to

In the belly of the empty night

[paperbagdemon]

how would teddy react if he met a tiny he may have scared during his mafia days?

He holds great remorse for those he wronged. Teddy actually opens up a therapy clinic for tinies who may have been traumatized by giants. May do a little doodle on that soon

[artismonkeys]

strawberry themed palm pals

[waywardted]

Amsterdam (Ted and Rebecca's Version)

[sophsun1]

Which is why I've come. I already told Ted there's nothing. I know what you told him. I also know what you think about Teddy and me, that we're just a couple of silly queens setting up house, that it'll never work. Well, there was a time when I would've thought exactly the same thing. But miracle of miracles, I have never been happier in my entire life and you want to know why? Because he gives me love. And respect. And now it is my turn to give him something back. Now I swore to myself this wasn't going to wind up an old Lana Turner movie, but it looks like that's the direction it's headed, so I'm going to make Lana proud.

Queer as Folk – 3.07: Stop Hurting Us

[sinsandsweetness]

congrats on 1k babes!!!

i'm pickin a lil drabble, hyperfem reader and daryl? i just love that lol dynamic they're so opposite 💕

cw- mentions of blood/injury (not towards the reader)

When he walks in the house, he’s hit with the smell of something sweet. Marshmallows and pecans or something or other. The wick of the candle is still glowing when he walks over to the coffee table and puts it out. Very confused that you haven’t answered. He calls out a hello once more.

Still no answer.

He figures you’re just busy. Out with Rosita or maybe at Ricks, looking after Judith. But it was unlike you to leave a candle burning.

He’s only two steps from the bedroom when he hears it. Footsteps.

Lots of them. Shuffling on the shag carpet. He slowly draws his knife and carefully opens the door. Just enough to see inside the bedroom.

It’s only you. His shoulders immediately relax and his arm falls to his side. Retracting the blade back where it belongs.

You have headphones on. Huge ones with a cord attached to an iPod sticking out the back pocket of your denim skirt. You’re dancing. Not just a little head nod. No. You’re fully rocking out. Hips swaying as you jump up and down, humming along to who knows what Rick downloaded onto your iPod. And you still haven’t noticed your audience.

He can’t help but smile. Leaning up against the doorframe. Watching you move. Your hips. Your waist. Your arms going above your head as you spin yourself around.

He looks around the room and finds it a damn mess. Clothes are everywhere. Hangers on the bed. Makeup bag poured out on the dresser. Daryl shakes his head with a huff of amusent. He leaves you alone for two days…

“Oh shit!” You physically jump back when you finally see him. Heart rate skyrocketing before you realize the dark haired man is just your boyfriend. Dressed in full leather. Dirty and bloody with a brand new shiner on his eye and a busted up lip.

“You scared me,” you whine, pulling your headphones down and around your neck. Placing a hand on your heart as you regain your breath. Trying to calm your racing heartbeat down.

He chuckles, licking his bloodied lips and moving to join you. He settles right in front of you as you lean back on the dresser. One hand going to your hip, the other tucking some hair out of your face.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” He gives you a sweet smile as he nudged a denim clad thigh between your legs.

“Dare… your face…”

“Huh? Oh- s’ nothin,”

Your brows pull together in an disapproving scowl.

“Daryl, those stitches were fresh. I did a really good job and you split ‘em already. It hasn’t even been a week.” Your voice is both full of concern and irritation. You’d finally perfected your sutures after hours of practice with Denise. You let the man leave the walls for two days and bam. His handsome face is fucked. Again.

“I know, m’ sorry.”

You pause for a moment. Hands going to fidget with the zipper of his jacket.

“Well?” You ask, irritated.

His own face sets in confusion.

“The other guy…?”

“Oh- uh,” he shakes his head, “you don’t wanna know, baby.”

You gently bring a hand up to his face, the soft pad of your thumb running over his lip. He doesn’t mean to flinch when you brush the part where his skin has split, all red and swollen.

“Tell me,” you whisper, leaning in and pressing a sweet, gentle kiss to his busted lip. Wishing it was that easy, that you could heal him with a simple token of love.

He lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes. Pressing his forehead against yours, rough hands tightening their hold on your waist.

“It’s over. Doesn’t matter.”

You nod hesitantly. Wrapping your arms around his waist, underneath his jacket. His torso is warm against your touch.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is soft. Genuine.

He moves to kiss the top of your head, and pulls you into his chest. The clean perfume of your shampoo envelops his senses, and he wants nothing more than to breath you in and hold you close for the next 48 hours.

“I am now.”

[6lacks]

jelly cat wild thing frog

[cloudydayjoy]

Punk(?) rock edition doodles.

Mike and Miriam belong to @joeyprotozoa

[daphne-blackwood]

[text: Daphne] I'm merely doing what's right. My lunch break is at one or I finish at five. Which time works best?

[text] TEDDY BYRNE: You're being too kind ..

[softcitrus2345]

I love the "woke up fat" trope so much, it's just fun to explore how the character would adjust to their new body and all the new weight, and how they would react to such a drastic and sudden change- >:3 I also love the aspect of others, like their partner or close friends finding out, and how they react to that, maybe even the now chonky person trying to hide it somehow and it all just falls apart all of a sudden, leaving them and the other party completely flustered- Vanessa is very much enjoying this new development....

[lovecorejpg]

palm pals candy hearts love

[ravetillyoucry]

:3

[paperbagdemon]

I want to cling onto teddy’s pant leg. Ngl he would probably terrify me but if he doesn’t notice I get a free ride :D

Dw he's just curious

[artismonkeys]

Pochacco Plush