#that's why I love him

[illuminchim]

Getting back to drawing things like this with one of my fav part of the book ✨

[softiedingo]

Pedro Pascal and his beloved FLEETWOOD MAC SHIRT

[hej-krukowaty]

I just think he's neat

[kazemi-tan]

Get a man who can do both

[thereissomehope]

moonlit

heimdall x reader

........

Night had fallen long ago, and your room is quiet and calm, and so, so dark. You can barely see anything; what little moonlight enters through the windows leaves your view confined to the comfort of the bed. There's very little you can see, but what you can—

He had gone still some time ago, no more movement besides the calm expanding of his chest as slepts, and you watch in quiet awe his moonlit figure.

He has so many freckles.

His back is littered with them, countless spots scattered on his skin like stars in the night sky, and you trace constellations on his shoulder blades with your gaze. There are some birthmarks here and there, and you long to caress the skin, to press your lips against his marks.

You curl into yourself a little, grasping as much warmth as you can. Even with the All-Father’s magic keeping everything warm, you could swear some cold creeps in under the covers, sneaking from outside the walls.

Night chills have their way in, even in Asgard

Even though you feel some chills, the room is warm and cozy, and comfortable enough for him to discard his shirt before coming to bed. His breaths had evened out long ago, and he rests on his side, back facing you, as he always does.

Some would take offense at the position, believing it meant he ignored you, even as he slept. You want to think differently, want to believe it’s because he doesn’t see you as a threat—

Trusted you, even.

“Did you know that you think absurdly loud?” His voice is sudden, abrupt, and you jolt in surprise.  His voice is husky with sleep, and he sounds annoyed because you woke him up— and yet, he does not turn around.

It may be because of the darkness, but you could swear the tips of his ears are flushed.

You cannot help the quirk of your mouth as you curl an arm around his waist. He is cozier than the knitted duvets, warmer than any fireplace, and you leech off his warmth. You snuggle into his back, rubbing your cold nose against his skin and wrapping your cold legs around his own.

He jolts at the contact, curses flowing free from his mouth.

“Norns, woman, did you just crawl out of Hel?” He exclaims, glowering at you over his shoulder, looking seconds away from pushing you away. You do nothing but stare back, wrapping tighter around him, and he sights, muttering under his breath how he does not know what he did to deserve this, how he should push you and your frozen limbs out of the bed at once.

He does not move away, though.  Instead, he grabs the duvet and pulls it a little higher, closer around the both of you.

When you press your cold lips to his freckled back, he doesn’t object.

[angelsberrymilk]

Sam could turn half of the world into dust, crash Baby into the canyon and spit in Dean's face. And Dean would be like, "It's okay, It's Sam, I'll fix it." But if anyone ever moves a glass of water with their mind in front of Dean, he's pulling out his gun with the intent to kill. what a psycho.

[nica-my-beloved]

Is it normal to think I wanna bite Azel because he looks and sounds good?

[heartfullofleeches]

Why do I love v so much?

He's a little shit but he's not completely irredeemable so maybe it's the gremlin aspect

[man-im-so-high]

it makes me so happy to see all those matty birthday wishes i wanna cry i love that old rat sm 😭😭😭

[tiredfoxtf]

Joel Smallishbeans is an incredibly funny guy to me because he acts arrogant while being just awfully awkward and self-conscious about everything. And he also bullies people who he cares a lot about.

[pheonix-thefirebird]

[protect-daniel-james]

hehe I’m reading Emery’s biography and the man’s personality grows onto me with every sentence... To summarize, he described himself in his playing days as “a coward”, with his former teammates and managers saying about him:

“a player with evident qualities, but brittle mind”

“It is true that he doubted himself. In training he was capable of making big difference but he didn't have much confidence in himself.”

“Mentally, he was missing something. He was fragile in that respect.  As soon as there was pressure, he couldn't take it.“

“...The brain is constantly emitting thoughts. Sometimes these thoughts control the actions you take and can affect the quality of your work. There are even elements that sabotage you, and others that hinder your desire to do well. This fear can lead to a mistake in circumstances that are actually easy for the player. Perhaps in those moments, in those matches, it was his brain that was perturbing his activity as a player.”

His own brother says: “We are very nervous people. The Emerys are very stubborn, hard-working and honest.” 

and then he himself says:

“Fear, in a way, haunted my mind and I didn't know how to control it because no one had taught me and I wasn't capable of it.” + "my playing career has been more a path of suffering than joy".

Unai, a suffering blorbo with brittle mind 🥺🥺🥺

[synapticfirefly]

why didnt kyle ask eric to split his time instead of demanding all of it

That sounds like something Kyle from the other universe would do. ;)

[lilislegacy]

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

[oncillabrigade]

Finally read Robins!

I have a lot of thoughts, but I just want to say this panel is the funniest thing I've ever seen:

[taohs]

nanami protecting the kids