#the devils works hard

[orangeboulevard]

The Comforts I Find In Your Shadows

(Rick x Gojo, Gojo x Aragorn, Aragorn x Rick)

I can't even say I was double dog dared to do this because I wasn't. Also I haven't watched jjk I watched one video of Gojo for this amazing opportunity.

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In a world ravaged by the undead, Rick Grimes had learnt that good things don't often come by but when they do, you better hold onto them.

Gojo Satoru was his good thing. Gojo was his best friend, his support through the hard times -when they were starving and dehydrated, burning under the summer sun, when Lori died and when they were being threatened and attacked by The Governor.-, he had saved his life countless amounts of times back when Rick was still a naive and wide-eyed sheriff from Atlanta and he was what was keeping him up in the dead of night. Those blue eyes stirred hot feelings in his lower abdomen, they were in his mind when he was gasping and whimpering, they were in his mind when he felt disgusted with himself afterwards.

He shook himself from his thoughts, they served him no purpose besides conjuring painful feelings of want and desire in his chest, and clambered out of bed, he was due for patrol around the perimeter of Alexandria in about twenty minutes which left him with just enough time to brush his teeth, change his clothes and grab a bite to eat before leaving the house. He rubbed at the stumble that was starting to break on his jaw as he breathed in the fresh air, this was something he had missed and would never take for granted again- waking up to a beautiful neighbourhood and feeling somewhat secure.

He greeted the few people that were awake and about their business at the early hours of the morning, one of these such people was Aragorn. Rick offered a friendly smile that was met with a respectable nod. Aragorn.... Aragorn was a tricky subject to approach, the poor man did not speak English nor any other language the residents of Alexandria spoke.

His steely grey eyes were aged by years beyond him, Rick guessed that they were around the same age- late thirties, early forties-. His rugged countenance was emphasised by his choices of clothing, archaic looking trousers and shirts- when he'd first arrived, he was wearing a cloak, an actual cloak. Rick figured that either when the apocalypse had started, Aragorn had been at a fancy dress party or Aragorn was some sort of LARPer, it made some certain degree of sense, the man did bear a sword on his hip at all times and his mannerisms were entirely bizzare- it may just be a mental disorder, however.

Rick found himself forced from his musings by a gentle touch against his lips, he flinched back as his eyebrows raised in shock and confusion. Aragorn was holding a strawberry to his lips with an expectant look. Rick couldn't help but break out in a smile, sure the man was... odd but he was sweet and he took his job as a gardener in Alexandria very seriously. Rick closed his lips around the strawberry as he took a bite, he missed the way Aragorn flushed and had to look off to the side.

Rick's eyes closed and he let out an involuntary sound of satisfaction, it had been too long since he'd savoured the sweet taste of a strawberry- another good thing he'd better hold onto. He opened his eyes to see Aragorn gazing at the ground beside him, Rick offered him the last of the strawberry and tried to convey how good it was with his bright grin. Aragorn pushed Rick's hand towards his mouth, taking the rest of the small fruit. Aragorn let a small smile paint his features, making him look a lot younger than he did normally.

Rick patted the man's shoulder before continuing on his journey to Alexandria's gate, he missed the way Aragorn's disappointed gaze followed his shrinking figure.

Gojo was there to greet him at the gate and Rick hoped to God his best friend couldn't hear how his heart sped up at the sight of him, the traitorous creature that it was.

"Rick! My student, there you are! I was starting to wonder if I'd somehow been scheduled for a double shit," Gojo joked as he ran a hand through his platinum locks, his eyes locked onto Rick's own behind his dark shades.

"Ahah, sorry, got caught up back there by Aragorn. Didja' see? He's got some strawberry plants goin' on, real ripe," he swallowed, why did every word seem to stick to his gullet and refuse to come out?

"Aragorn?" Gojo's voice became slightly higher, "No way! I gotta get some of those."

"Uh, yeah but befo-"

"Sorry, Rick, I'm just gonna go see Aragorn, I'll see ya later, buddy," Gojo playfully punched Rick's shoulder and Rick just grinned and nodded, hoping his disappointment wasn't too evident on his face.

Rick sighed as Gojo practically skipped off, he decided to concentrate on the task at hand: boring, monotonous walking around the whole of Alexandria.

[crowlixcx]

MACBETH at The Donmar Warehouse (Act 1, scene 7) x

[choccy-milky]

exploring together 🔦

[bugbugboy]

Omg guys...

The devil works hard, but good omens fan artists work harder

[jimmysea]

Actually it's just the two of us at home. Some days, there's no one to help me with chores. I think Joke should stay with us for a while longer. It's not a problem, right Jack?

JACK AND JOKER (2024) - Episode 6

[peterprick]

Let Me Paint You!?

[isipin]

manny jacinto in cora bora (2023)

[ohbother2]

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

How I sleep at night knowing that every time a new Joseph Quinn project comes out, at least one of you hoes will photoshop Eddie’s hair onto pictures from it:

[6esiree]

I have the headcannon that the biggest tell Alastor is starting to get feelings for someone is he just suddenly starts STARING at them all the time like he is Mr. Darcy. You could literally be across the room from eachother and Alastor still has his eyes glued to you like 👁👄👁

Imagine Alastor…

• Suddenly finding himself drawn to you, and instead of confessing his feelings, he keeps them to himself. He insulted you the first time you met each other, so naturally, the last thing he wants to do is swallow his pride and admit that he likes you. Plus, what if you reject him? He’ll never recover from the humiliation.

• Holding his tongue and refusing to engage in any arguments with you—a subtle expression of his fondness towards you. But all this does is make you believe you’re being ignored, especially because you never really interact positively. He can’t help but lose his mind when you return his supposed silent treatment.

• Eventually resorting to staring at you, his eyes unashamedly following your every move whenever you walk into the room. It doesn’t take long for you to notice, but you think it’s just coincidental at first. Still, you test your suspicion over the span of a week, confirming that he is indeed watching you and not just accidentally making eye contact.

• Continuing to stare at you despite you noticing, chuckling in amusement when you narrow your eyes at him and mouth, ‘What are you looking at?’ from across the room. He offers you a genuine smile but also a shrug, leaving you puzzled. You’re starting to reach your breaking point, though, afraid that he’s up to something.

• Humming to himself as he makes his way towards his room, pretending to act oblivious as you trail behind him. ‘Hey, Al, can I talk to you for a moment?’ You suddenly say, finally having built up the courage to confront him. He instantly stops in his tracks, leisurely turning on his heel to face you. ‘What do you need?’ He asks with a grin.

• Arching a brow at you as you stare up at him with a displeased expression, your arms folded across your chest. What an adorable sight. ‘I don’t even think I have to mention what this is about,’ You huff, but he makes a contemplative sound anyway, slightly craning his neck in the process. ‘Hm, I can’t think of anything,’ He says.

• Stifling the chuckle that threatens to escape his throat at you calling him a liar. ‘What are you up to, huh?’ You start, jabbing his chest with your finger without thinking. ‘You’ve practically been stalking me for the past several weeks.’ He doesn’t respond, feeling something…strange course through his body at your touch.

• Grabbing your wrist, making you realize what you had done. It’s a well known fact that he does not like being touched, and you thought he’d make you pay…until he brought your hand to his lips. Your mouth falls open in disbelief as he tenderly kisses your palm, whatever irritation you previously felt quickly dissolving.

• Finally confessing his feelings to you, his outward appearance composed, but inside, he’s panicking. ‘Will you allow me to take you out to dinner as an apology for my behavior?’ He whispers, staring at you almost pleadingly. You’re definitely confused by the sudden turn of events, but you eventually nod, making him sigh in relief.

[homosexualhomophobe]

i can’t wait for season 3 of iwtv, in which three of our favorite princesses with a disorder will be competing to see who can piss off the rest of the vampire population the most.

[gingersnapped]

sometimes, neighbors can be a guy with an upside down house, another guy with a sideways house, a girl with a mound for a house, and a dog named mailbox

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Need something like this to happen 😂

[haaam-guuuurl]

did... did y'all PAINT a WHOLE ASS building?????

[gremnda]

LET'S GO GAMBLING.

[ajuunisu]

Ace was surprised since he thought he was the only "freaky" sibling