#the girls that get it...get it😌

[bberetd]

jellyfish pizza-loving girl genius 🔩

somewhere like half a mile away:

[peachymaryobrien]

I love Lucy sm like life is shit from her pov, she's repulsive and never satisfied, BUT when it comes to Lockwood... girl just casually drops the most poetic lines about the way he makes her feel or the way he looks. She can publish a whole other book categorizing Lockwoods behavior, appearance and the meaning of every smile. She's is love loveeeeee

[guinevereslancelot]

what was with cameron house md she spends 90% of the episode saying she wants their patient to die bc he's a genocidal dictator and her colleague husband says "babe it bothers me for ethical reasons that you want our patient to die :(" and she said "hm maybe you're right :/" but when it comes down to it the genocidal dictator lays a finger on her in an aggressive manner and chase instantly commits medical malpractice to murder the guy and then when he tells her she LEAVES HIM bc boo hoo he's a murderer now like GIRL he killed a man for you!!! he's wracked with catholic guilt!!! he's being crushed beneath the weight of his sins because he chose his devotion to you over his devotion to god!!! he literally could not get any sexier at this moment in time!!!

[shotmrmiller]

I need wholesome Bs!reader and Bubba interaction after one night stand sd!simon

Poor bubba prolly starts crying and when you do pick her up she just clings to you like her little life depends on it.

“Ah fuck, I gotta leave for my new babysitting gig in like half an hour” insert having to knock on Mr.Riley’s door and tryna drop off bub only for him to grab and hold you just like the wee bab

except you go stiff as a board. he might've forced himself into your life but he made his bed and brought someone else into it. unacceptable. if he thinks manhandling you like some big skulled small brained caveman is gonna work as an apology, he's in for a rude awakening.

a sharp, "you're squeezing your baby," later and he's dropping you onto your feet. whatever he wants to say sits behind his clenched teeth when you don't even look at him- eyes locked onto his baby.

you spin on your feet without so much as a goodbye. he def starts when you past your flat and head for the exit even though it's a weekday. you never work during weekdays. is it a date?

he's been staring at your location pinging away on his laptop at some random address for hours. his fingers tap the rim of the glass he's been nursing. does he interrupt your little date? the thought of catching you in someone else's bed making the sounds he can still hear ringing in his ears keep his arse planted on the worn chair.

coward. he's a coward. in the face of death, he bares his teeth, sharp and white, fearlessly. but the consequences to his actions have him trying to find a skirt to hide behind.

gotta call the old man happily married price for advice on how to fix this.

[holoship]

[myokk]

fast sketch of ominis & fast intro to the ominis longfic I'm working on!! This is going to be the most self-indulgent pride and prejudice ripoff that ever existed, 100% based on the ominis of my oneshot💘

I am just OBSESSED with exploring the idea that he’s a natural legilimens & OBSESSED with the thought that he thinks too much for his own good🫶🫶🫶

Ominis Gaunt has always suspected he is cold-blooded.

It makes sense, really.

He always seems to be cold: frigid, long fingers that are often stiff and difficult to move; goosebumps raising the skin of his arms and the back of his neck any time he walks through the drafty halls of the dungeons; even his eyes, he has been told, are reminiscent of ice. They are apparently quite unsettling. The only time he feels comfortable in his body is when he basks in the heat of the sun.

His earliest memory is of the cold. It went like this: he was four years old: his older brother, Marvolo, had led him outside as a joke, he swore up and down that it was just a small joke, and how was he supposed to know that poor, blind Ominis would not be able to find his way back home? When his parents had finally found him, his frail mother sobbing and holding his tiny, blue, hypothermic body to her chest, Ominis remembers feeling quite perturbed at the disturbance. Couldn’t he just be left alone, in the silent soft snow?

He does not know if he has ever felt warm since.

As he strides through the dungeons, the copious amount of warming charms he casts on himself do not seem to be enough, but he keeps casting them anyways and also: wrapping his wool scarf more tightly around his neck, quickening his pace in the hopes that blood flows more easily through his limbs, wishing that he had remembered his gloves. Winter is always a terrible time of year (this winter more terrible than usual), and every breath of warm air leaves his lips reluctantly. How he wishes that he could just hold on to it a bit longer and yet the warmth leaves him precisely fifteen traitorous times a minute, the frigid air gleefully entering and burning its way down his throat in response. Maybe it’s a punishment of some sort.

His whole life has been defined by punishments and sometimes he preoccupies himself with the thought that it is the only way he can view the world. Most of the punishments are manifested in curses inherited from his family. (His parents and Marvolo insist that they are gifts, but Ominis begs to differ.)

First, his blindness: the only true punishment-curse that even his family rejects: caused by inbreeding, no doubt. He did not cry after his birth and his mother cradled his tiny body in silent arms, lovingly whispering nonsense-evil-Parseltongue to him but when he opened his eyes and she saw a brilliant celestine blue with no iris, she screamed in horror and shattered the frigid peace of the room. His parents tried everything to fix him, make him whole, throwing money at various possible solutions to no avail. Magically induced disabilities are not, apparently, curable by magic.

Ominis is not sure that he hates being blind, although he suspects everyone thinks that he should. It is as much a part of him as his fifteen-breaths-per-minute, and he thinks that vision is not all it’s cracked up to be. He is always terrified at the thought that his tenuous hold on sanity is only due to the fact that he cannot see, until he realizes he shouldn’t be terrified of hypothetical situations that cannot come to pass. He consoles himself with the thought that maybe, if he has had to give up his vision for his sanity, it is a small price to pay. Although, he also thinks sometimes that it would be nice to live a life without any morality holding him back.

He is entirely too introspective, after all.

It is precisely this introspection that is his downfall in this moment (and his cold blood). Ominis is so busy casting warming charms on himself and thinking in circles that he cannot use his wand to help him sense his environment and so he should not be surprised when he crashes into her.

And yet he is. Terribly surprised.

Maybe if he were not so caught up in his own thoughts he could have paid more attention to his surroundings. Instead, he spent too much time ruminating on his reptilian heritage and has now barreled head first into his arch-nemesis.

Rosalie Harris.

The girl who has stolen his oldest friend from him.

The girl who is currently making angry noises as she clambers to her feet and is picking up the things that he has crashed everywhere. Even if he could see, Ominis is not sure he would help her. Helping her would be akin to betraying himself, after all.

“Hey! Watch where you’re - oh, hello, Ominis.”

“Rosalie,” he says shortly, nodding his head where he thinks she might be standing and stepping to the side. He tightens his grip around his wand, feeling the texture of the wood change from rough to smooth as he runs his thumb down it. Smooth where he always seems to worry it, rough where the wood refuses to yield to the brushes of his thumb.

He surreptitiously casts the spell - he has at least done it so many times he no longer needs to say it out loud - and his surroundings light up. Or, he supposes that is the most apt description, considering he cannot actually differentiate between light and dark. He senses Rosalie’s silhouette to his left - she is standing with her arms crossed and her foot taps impatiently as she waits for him.

Waiting for what? he thinks, slightly irritated. She never seems to leave him alone and he wracks his brain trying to think of something, anything he can say to get rid of her.

Maybe if he speaks in Parseltongue, she would finally be scared away for good. He does not really want that second reminder of his family’s curse, though.

His family preferred speaking in Parseltongue with each other, believing the ability made them morally superior to everyone else and Ominis had not even realized until he had arrived at Hogwarts that no, it was not normal. When his name had been called at the Sorting, furious whispers had erupted amongst all the students, and his every step (terrified, confused, unsure - he had still been getting used to using his wand to navigate his surroundings) to the stool at the front of the Great Hall was plagued with a susurration reminiscent of snakes. Except these whispers, sneaking their way into his mind, had been unkind and overwhelming.

(He had not realized in that moment that he was also hearing their thoughts.)

Maybe now, with Rosalie standing in front of him and just annoyingly waiting for Merlin-knows-what, Ominis should use his Legilimency to find out what Rosalie wants. (He hates it, though.) It would not be difficult. (The thought makes him shiver in horror because he doesn’t want to abuse the ability.) He can feel the edges of her mind, her magic, and all he has to do is reach out - she is right there, and -

“Ominis?”

Her arms are crossed, he hears an impatient huff.

Why hasn’t she left him alone yet?

Hadn’t the Hogwarts Express already left the station, bringing all of the students home for the winter holiday? Ominis had thought he would be one of the only students left in the castle, and if he is being honest with himself, he had been looking quite forward to having the place to himself.

Ominis’s winter has just gotten infinitely worse.

Going to Gaunt Manor for the holidays is out of the question (he will not think about the nightmares that have been plaguing him ever since he received the owl demanding he go home), and Ominis does not want to be more of a burden to the Sallows. They already do enough for him over the summer, and Sebastian and Anne have convinced him to go to Hogsmeade with them at least twice over the next two weeks. Besides, with Anne’s curse progressing, Ominis does not want to be in the way.

“Why are you still here?” Ominis asks. He knows his voice comes across as cold as his blood, blunt, but he cannot help himself. Ever since Rosalie arrived - her entrance to Hogwarts also causing quite the stir - Ominis has been intensely annoyed by her presence. She is too happy. Too carefree. Too…well, everything he is not.

And, she does not seem to leave him alone.

Rosalie is always there, always hanging around Sebastian. (Taking Sebastian away.) He even showed her the Undercroft, which had almost caused a rift in their relationship. Ominis could not believe that Sebastian would be so careless, showing someone who for all intents and purposes is crashing her way into their lives, forcing them to pay attention to her. They barely even knew her, and yet Sebastian thought it was a good idea to show her such a sacred place?

(It does not help that she is intelligent, and Ominis has caught himself on more than one occasion about to ask her about her opinion on something before he catches himself.)

“I was looking for you.”

Ominis tilts his head at that and fiddles with his ring. He considers walking away, leaving -

“I mean…Sebastian said that you were also going to be here over the holidays and since everyone else just left I thought -”

“Thought what?” Internally, Ominis winces at the biting tone to his voice. It came out harsher than he intended, his voice loud and echoing through his mind, bouncing off the cold, stone walls surrounding them.

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

Forgive me, Jess, please know that I tried To hold on to the days When you were mine

— requested by @emmafallsinlove

[kiwiplaetzchen]

This ai is dedicated to @adallegra and her precious doggy, Clementine 🤍💚😌

[softgothbabe]

Loving my haircut now that I know how to style it 🥺

[electric-plants]

listen sometimes i just think that when cyno heard alhaitham was going to be acting grand sage he immediately started begging and pleading to be able to go and personally rub it in azar’s face

[tojiscrack]

OH MY GOSH. WHAT IF YUUJI.... BECOMES A POTENTIAL LOVE INTEREST IN LIAR LIAR.......... CUS I REMEMEBER SMTHING AB A LOVE TIRANGLE(???) UNLESS IM HORRIBLY MISTAKEN BC I HAVE BAD MEMORY.. BUT... LIKE ITS COMPLETLEY POSSIBLE PLUS THE HEAVY ANGST FACTOR???? IM HAVING A CRISIS THINKING ABT THIS RNN 😭😭😭

liar, liar masterlist here:

oh? 👀

i like this prediction 😇

you’re right about a love triangle, i did mention that before. it’s not exactly a triangle tho, y’know? it’s a different shape. a weird one 😀

i know people tend to hate the love triangle trope (as do i, ‘cause in books/movies/tv shows, they’re all terrible) but i think i can do it justice. like, you’ll want to rip ur hair out of ur head for all the right reasons :)

i love how i have everyone running around like headless chickens with just ONE tag 😭😭

[raapija]

(I edited out the crash in case someone doesn't want to see it 🌸)

Of course Nando has to complain a little about the penalty system in honor of the final gp of the season 🫶

[chromgioh]

MPGiS doodles :DDD

[mrsoharaa]

Choso, Nanami, Suguru and Hiromi are the type of gentlemen, that hold out their big, strong hands to help you out of the car, up some stairs or even just to enter a restaurant (while holding the door with their free hand). Please, TRY to change my mind, I can guarantee you that you CANNOT. 😌😩💗

[myokk]

If Eloise were in a different house, she would be a Gryffindor🫶🫶🫶

She might not be a stereotypically brave and reckless Gryffindor, but she is brave in her own, quiet way. She’s led by her emotions and her heart no matter how hard she tries not to be, and is unwaveringly loyal. Sometimes these impulses can lead to decisions she might regret in the future thoufh. And finally, when Eloise lets someone in, they are a part of her life forever🥺

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I LOVE your art first of all gahh!!

And i love the way you draw Charles like, did you just make this bald old man incredibly attractive????

thank you so much !! with that i always say I Draw What I See ... charles xavier already attractive nuff said tyvm i didnt do anythin extra.....