#they are all sooooo happy

[coyotecavaleri]

My least favorite part about posting incorrect magicians quotes and stuff magicians related is reading half the reblogs that are like “I should rlly start watching it again I never got past season 2 :)” with the most amount of horror knowing nothing I can say will prevent the terrors of season 4

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

It is so iconic that Agatha became the one thing her toxic ex hates: a ghost

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

rapline in their solo eras for @raplinenthusiasts ✰

[palalances]

It's Valentine's Day quick post Allura 🏃

[casualavocados]

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023) behind the scenes

[assassin1513]

I wish you all a very very very happy new year 2025✨ and I want say thank you so so much for your support and for your many rebloggs and likes 😍 I am so so proud about it 🥰🥰

[lottieshauna]

I guess no one wants breakfast? (for @lovestrucklovesickslut)

[sleepn0tfound]

New Years Special║[Jason Todd x Reader]

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

"You're here." The girl said with a smile as she turned around. "Of course I am." Jason returned the smile, walking til he ended up next to her, leaning his weight onto the railings, his arm crossed on top them.

"Just like old times, huh?" Y/n looked back up at the dark sky of Gotham, the darkness of the sky seemed to make the stars shine even brighter. "Just like old times." He repeated with an uncharacteristic soft tone, noticing her shivering he placed his leather jacket over her. It was if nothing had changed and they were still the same teenagers they were years ago, even the way his jacket would engulf her.

Yet at the same time it was as if everything was different. Crime alley no longer was as noisy as it would've been years ago. "We've come so far," Y/n hummed as she looked down at the part of Gotham that used to be full or crimes happening at every second, fitting the name. "The name 'Crime Alley' doesn't really suit this place anymore, does it?"

Jason looked down from the rooftop they were on, "Yeah. Thanks to you." He said with a playful nudge at her shoulder.

"Thanks to us."

Those words made Jason pause before his smile returned, "Yeah. Thanks to us..." He still remembered the tears they both shared on the first night where there had been zero crime activity in Crime Alley.

Their thoughts were interrupted by the counting down of residents.

5.

"Ah. It's almost time," She raised her head to flash a smile at him.

4.

"Happy New Years, Jay." The two leaned closer to each other.

3.

"I love you." Jason could feel the warmth of her words breath on his lips.

2.

"Happy New Years, N/n." Jason carressed her cheek.

1.

"I love you too."

.

A mix of red and purple fireworks had went off, signaling the start of a new year. The two locked lips as the sound of fireworks going off faded into the distance, feeling as if they were the only people in the world.

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

Zim has…other ideas for their first New Year’s celebration

[unriding]

me n moze say good morning to the world !!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

art by @rabbbitseason of course <3

[moeblob]

A lil guy !

[t00thpasteface]

patron request for hawkahy with a Live Trapper Reaction. i leave the precise interpretation of that expression up to you

[kiyoors]

bad dream

tsukishima kei x reader

comfort, both tsukki and reader are insecure/self conscious, takes place at the beginning of their relationship, a lot of reassuring, in my mind (and heart) tsukki is an art museum curator and so that is what he is in this fic, pushing my kei being bad at feelings yet totally whipped for reader agenda!!, let me carry him around in my pocket

named and written after ‘bad dream’ by wallows

tsukishima kei grinds his teeth in his sleep. you discovered this the first night you stayed over.

he has his back turned to you, sleeping on his side. lifting yourself on your elbow, you lightly curl your arm around him, moving him to rest on his back.

his jaw is tense where you gently hold your hand against his skin, brows tight together. you smooth out the worry with your thumb and softly whisper his fist name,

“kei?”

even in his subconscious, he still softens at the sound of your voice. this makes you smile, arming you the courage to gently shake him awake.

“were you having a bad dream?”

he groans awake, and a pang of regret rolls over your shoulders, he would have probably been fine if you hadn’t woken him up.

truthfully, tsukishima can’t really remember what he was dreaming about— he’s kind of still processing the fact that you’re in his bed, next to him, the excess length of his t-shirt bunched at your hips.

“you were grinding your teeth,” you explain, now sitting cross legged on his mattress.

kei grunts in acknowledgment; he didn’t know he did that.

he’s a little embarrassed that you’ve caught him like this, flawed and possibly annoying with such a sleeping habit.

“sorry,” he says, curtly, “you can wake me if I keep bothering you.”

“y-“

“I’ll get it checked out,” he finishes, not meaning to cut you off, but at the same time dreading what you could possibly say next.

no one had ever told him he did that in his sleep. then again, he’d never really let anyone share his bed for longer than what was necessary to be considered a polite hook-up before meeting you.

but, you’re not a hook-up. he’s been seeing you for two months now, and he’s hoping to make it much longer if you’ll let him.

he’s not so sure you will after this, though.

“it’s not a bother,” you assure him, looking at him with a softness opposite to the stiffness of his jaw, “was something bothering you? work?”

us?, you dread asking

because in the two months that you’ve been seeing him, he’s kept you at arms length.

he’s been wonderful— he takes you out to dinner, and offers you his arm when you’re walking down the street at night, he’s even bought you that brown leather purse you eyed while window shopping and snuck you into one of the museum exhibits before opening night because he knows you love impressionism and wanted you to be the first one to see his curated work.

but he’s curt and stiff at any one of your first touches, he’s not verbal or very expressive, and you’re worried you might have done something to upset him.

“s’nothing,” he says voice gruff, yet his touch is gentle when he places his palm on your hip, fingers tracing your skin.

kei let’s out a shaky breath trying to steady his heart, you’re still with him in bed, you want to stay, he tells himself

you want to stay with him

the thought makes him smile to himself as he pulls you down to lay with him, tucking you close to his chest.

“sorry i woke you up,” you mumble, hiding your face

he squeezes you tight, nuzzling his nose to the crook of your ear. he kisses your jaw.

“it was a bad dream,” he begins, “thank you for waking me up.”

just like that he soothes your anxieties. tsukishima kei is not exactly verbal with his feelings, and he may be stiff and awkward-limbed at your touch, but he’s warm and reassuring in the way he takes care of you, the way he pays attention to your nervous thoughts and the control he gives you over himself.

he keeps you close to his heart, always, the rest of his body is still getting better at catching up with the speed of it, though.

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[kimtaegis]

@ye-xiu's favourite taemin looks ↳ happy birthday, al! ✨

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

can’t ask cult!sugu for praise like a normal person he’ll drop down to his knees and worship you

[casualavocados]

…It's nice. You're so noisy. […] Actually, it'd be better if we died together. That way, neither of us would have to suffer the pain of losing the other, right? Shut up.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 13