#they drive me bonkers

[itskaitsart]

the mission impossible sillies

[hegodamask]

“What are you doing, Mr. Karn?”

ANDOR - S01E08 Narkina 5

[viladlind]

@allhesaid asked: ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜ taken from this prompt list.

' you'd like that, wouldn't you? '

   an amused smile lifting the corners of painted lips, fiyero glances up at will while trying to focus on not spilling their drinks. a chalice in each hand, both filled to the brim, it took some time to make her way from the bar back over to their table— enough time for will to start flirting with one of the other bargoers, after they seemingly approached him. whether they knew fiyero was around and waited for a moment to catch him alone, or if they just mistook him for somebody who visited the bar by himself, she's not sure.

   what she does know is that they fled fairly quickly after they spotted fiyero approaching, but not after scribbling something on a napkin and pushing it towards the writer. as they slide past fiyero, she gives them a considerate look, before putting down their drinks carefully.

   ' milky moonlight, ' she says, nudging will's drink a little closer to him. it's a murky blue and white mixture, a bit thicker in texture, with the figure of a woman wrapping her arms around the stem of the glass. tapping a talon against her own chalice, with her drink still slightly on fire, she provides a quick: ' seething solar. '

   she already knows what she's going to say next, but she makes a small show of blowing out the flames on top of the liquid anyways, bent over, holding her hair back so it doesn't get in the way. glancing up at will, she gives him a small wink, before straightening back up and taking a step around the table.

   ' besides, it's not like i have a reason to be. ' reaching out, she slowly plucks each of will's fingers away from the stem of his glass. looking down at the table, she spots a name written on the napkin that was left behind. no need for a number, she supposes, when they all have each other's contacts in their phones. still holding will's hand, she leads it to the piece of paper, lets it rest there.

   then, without much more preamble, she leans in and kisses him. it's not chaste by any means, forked tongue immediately teasing his bottom lip, but she doesn't tilt her head to deepen it. instead, after giving him a small taste, she leans back again, her index coming up to boop his nose. she is looking terribly smug about the whole ordeal.

   ' see? no reason. '

[teknikolor-walters]

Timeline Conversation Between Prisoners 014 and 015 - Trial 2

...

...

I wanted tae... see you. After Kotoko... I wanted tae make sure you were safe.

...

Thanks.

Does anythin'... hurt?

I think my ribs are broken.

What about you? Your arm, it looks broken.

My arm isn't important. Yer...

Call it what it is. It's a muzzle. I mean, I don't mind it so much.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Yer muzzle, it's covered in blood. What...?

She knocked out some of my teeth. There's blood in my beard, too.

...!

It's okay, honestly.

Stay here. I'll be back. I'm gonna get somethin' tae clean you up.

Be back soon?

Of course.

[astrumocs]

looks at u............. scientific tension...... :3c

Girl help what is Happening over here.......

He doesn't trust this guy but he's afraid to lose him, he hates him he gets on his nerves and undermines his authority, he's really touched when King pushes him to get to sleep or reminds him to take care of himself, he sees King be silly and playful with the kids and he admires him...............

Jules is so mortified by these feelings he's gonna keel over,

[liaromancewriter]

So I have one WIP I started working on Saturday and still haven’t finished. And y’all know how I feel about WIPs

A/N: @jerzwriter I told you: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery 😉

Fyi @doriopenheart @headoverheelsforramsey

[seefasters]

no but it's the way for aziraphale "nothing lasts forever" meant "i'm willing to give up the bookshop if it means i can be with you safely" and for crowley it meant "nothing lasts forever, not the bookshop, not earth, not us"

[isawken]

“lol that’s against clown code! 😂” “omgggg that clown is gonna get so fired for violating clown code” do you think clowns are some monocultural society? do you think every clown has the same values and belongs to the same organization that reinforces singular performative norms?? that clown code is specific to one american clown organization that was established in the 80s. it’s not universal. the history of clowns is hundreds of years old and “thou shalt not smoke a cigar” or whatever has only ever been a creed a relatively tiny percentage have held to. i am gripping your shoulders now. do not assume you are privy to the internal workings of a subculture based on contextless snippets and Fun Facts. i am leaning in very close to you now. clowns deserve better. i am now pulling a long string of handkerchiefs out from behind your ear

[userarmand]

I am the quiet you've been longing for.

[tsunosagun]

smoke and mirrors

[saltpepperbeard]

[entiqua]

four swords u are always on my mind

[libbys-braincell-loss]

I'M NORMAL I'M NORMAL I'M NORMAL I'M NOR

[vuroro]

I haven't made new Pokemon merch in a while, so I designed some multidimensional pins using the gen 2 palette! These might look a lil strange rn, but think they'll look much better once they're printed on wood. :)

[queerofthedagger]

woke up thinking about thorin and how his relationship to the epithet of 'oakenshield' must have been so conflicted because yeah, it saved him against azog and his people called him brave for it, but isn't it also so symbolic for the losses of that day, both of his family, and of his kingdom and its resources. nothing left but a tree stump instead of an actual shield, nothing left but making do with whatever he can find, trying to get his people through, no longer son of durin first but someone doing what they can and it still not being enough. the way that when under the gold sickness, he roars at dwalin to no longer call him that, the hurt and despair when he says it.

and then there comes bilbo, for whom a little acorn is nothing but potential, growth, something promising and to be nurtured. for whom an oak means home and peace and splendour. and how it's almost, almost, almost enough to drag thorin back to himself.

[bizarrelittlemew]

Our Flag Means Death 1x4 | 1x6 | 2x6 | 2x7 ⇉ if the bed nook could talk...