#this was so perfectly imperfect

[warning-heckboop]

This is the dynamic I want out of season 2 actually

[nobie]

I know who I am when I'm alone I'm something else when I see you

[temp-04]

wanted/needed to draw shen qingqiu looking ethereal and godlike, so i drew this!! actually very very proud of the shading i did on this one (especially the skirt part) and overall really happy with the end product!!

shen qingqiu the man you are <3

[skecherss]

"He knows I'm not the possessive type. I'm totally cool with him having other friends." Girl twenty issues earlier you stole your mom's scrubs to sneak into a hospital and spy on your boyfriend's female friend after he repeatedly told you they were just friends. ARE you cool with it

from Robin (1993) #101

[captainbfresh]

Okayokayokay but Buck giving Tommy a ride home after the wedding and Tommy is soso tired but he's also happy and doesn't want to say goodbye yet.

And Buck is also very tired (and still pretty Hungover now the adddrenaline of the day is wearing off). So Tommy invites him in and Buck is all too happy to say yes.

They kiss but they're way too tired to do anything else so they just make some really shitty sandwiches from whatever dregs of food Tommy has left over in the fridge and they put the radio on while they're eating.

And then Tommy pulls Buck into a dance because he promised him one. And they're both still a bit soot covered and so tired they're more just leaning on each other than actually dancing and Tommy eventually pulls Buck off to bed when he almost knocks them over when he falls asleep standing for a second.

And Buck snores up a storm the second his head hits the pillow but Tommy is already falling asleep so he doesn't notice and they wake up together for the first time and 🤯🤯🤯

[withloveticia]

I'm sorry but I will ALWAYS be a fucking slut for dynamics that goes from "being petty without reason and strongly annoyed by each other's mere existence" to love because I love the opposite of just "head over heels for someone I just met". No. Let them hate each other. Let them have petty fights about mugs in the cabinets. Hell, let even the way they walk make the other lose their shit. Let them only see the worst before slowly but surely the anger turns into endearment and yes, they will always be annoying insufferable little shits in the other's eyes but they are THEIR annoying insufferable little shit.

[ship-garbage-pile]

"THE OTHERWORLD IT HATES YOU!"

Final Fantasy X - Otherworld

[a-crimson-impressionism]

Me when I hear Kevin on Welcome to Night Vale

[frnkiebby]

frank pls. why are you like this~🎃

[boxdstars]

im so incapable of making an mc, its so embarrassing 😭😭 amara is her own thing obviously but ive tried SO many times to give my own verse an actual mc and no matter how long i anguish in the character creator my ass can’t do it. this is why i borrow everyone else’s, mara and her multiversal team of tumblr mcs 🙏🏻

[reikunrei]

it’s honestly so funny that s1 will is dressed up like marty mcfly, the one who goes back in time to meddle with his predecessors in order to right the timeline, and sometimes makes it worse by accident, but i’m not supposed to think will could wind up going back in time to try and fix things only to make things worse/set certain things in motion… sure lol

[noahhawthorneauthor]

According to Goodreads and Audible, we're all birds of a feather somehow. Maybe it's the found family, maybe it's the yearning.

Guess you'll have to find out for yourself.

[violetpixiedust]

something sweet for sydcarmy that i couldn’t get out of my head

the rigid slope of his sun-kissed nose bloomed a vibrant scarlet as it brushed against the ebony complexion of her petal soft cheek. the delicate curvature of her face was reminiscent of the stained glass cherubs that danced across the evanescent sunlight when it seeped into his weekly aa meetings, undeniably gentle, radiant. honey-suckle curls drooped down to meet hip length braids, framing the divine structure of her body below him, laid atop his rustled sheets.

the pair was askew, tangled, dewey with a veil of essence akin to the first morning fire ups at the bear. a husky moan left his cupid’s bow shaped lips, as manicured nails ran down the flushed expanse of muscle peaking through his rare pristine white tee. one calloused hand urgently pushed the hem of her tight red turtleneck up below her concealed mounds, fingers twitching against her unconsciously arched ribs. the other wandered below the little charcoal skirt that had taunted him endlessly during their menu experimentation in his minuscule kitchen that day. barely exposing a flash of ivory each time she whipped around to fetch a knife, paprika, salt, a clove of garlic that had ‘slipped’ off his counter top. a pretty little outfit he knew the woman in front of him wouldn’t be caught dead wearing around the likes of richie, marcus, gary, fak, even ebra- a soprano moan cut off his possessive train of thought, hyperactive mind practically melting into oblivion as his warm lips frantically kissed the exposed underside of her jaw, basking in her light scent of lavender soap and lilies. desperate to claim, claim, claim-

“carmy-“ his denim clad hips unconsciously ground down into hers at the crack of her voice, the sound of his name leaving her mouth like a prayer. the ribbons of their desperate moans intertwined in spite of the ache that pounded down the doors they had once desperately attempted to seal shut.

“syd. oh fuck. fuck! please-“ the wetness that had previously concealed his hazy cobalt gaze trickled down his freckled cheeks, staccato groans swallowed by her plump pout that had been decorated with brunette lip gloss, now smeared across his cheek.

“c-an i-i take this off-?” carmen shuddered as she raked her nails through his dampening curls, waiting not a second after her confirmation to tug the poor excuse of a garment down her sinfully bare legs, leaving a burning trail in its wake. carmen felt his heartbeat pound in his ears, the once dreaded feeling akin to his panic attacks now fuelled by unbridled desire, urging him forward as he marvelled at the sight of the younger girl in front of him. shell shocked as the quick absence of her shirt revealed a lacy lingerie set, ivory, scraps of fabric reminiscent of lacy chef whites barely concealing the most intimate parts of her. transparent enough that he could make out the dusky shade of her nipples through the wispy fabric, her sticky mound. it tumbled out of his mouth before he had the chance to bite it back.

“god, i love you.” and he would have been mortified, hightailing it out of his own apartment to avoid the sight of his sous leaving the bed of her pathetic loser of a boss- had the girl not taken charge, straddling him in under a few moments, fingers encircling his golden chain to hold him steady, as her lips slammed against his in a teeth clashing kiss, a valiant effort in pushing down what apologies would have inevitably come up. her tongue was doused in lambrusco, spurring carmy on as his tattooed arms pulled her impossibly closer to him. desperate to memorize the scent of her, the silhouette of her, the taste of her, before he faced the consequences of his confession. he only went slack when she finally breathed shakily in his ear, hushed, as if she was telling him a secret, missing the glimmering onyx of her doe-eyes as they softened incredibly at the very sight of him.

“love you too, chef.”

[illicit-lilies]

I wanna be made out of steel and fiber optics so badly you don't even know

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[nekoginger]

Just a little mom bod love ✨