#treed

[weepingwidar]

Guy Rubicon (Belgian, 1979) - Red Rider (2024)

[yandereunsolved]

My new favorite crackship is now Gavin Reed (DBH) x Jason Todd (DC) .

We have detective x vigilante.

They'd both be such smart asses to each other.

In conclusion: They'd fuck nasty and have a toxic relationship that somehow ends up evolving into something semi-sweet, like chocolate.

[thatsbelievable]

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: oh wouldnt you know more fuckin gay >:3

ignore that weird crop on the top one.

they cute

im gay

they gay

whats not to like

close ups for anyone who wants em.

[invisiblegarabgetruck]

JERRY ITS DECEMBER,

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEAN‼️‼️

[asklatenightonceler]

"Thanks to the ad Mctarggart made, Treed sales have been through the roof!"

"To celebrate, the productions department threw a cute little get-together! But I was waiting for the after-party~"

"And who better to bring along..."

"Than the man of the hour!"

"Hell yeah, we were taking this show all the way to Bretts Inc!"

"Since they're our top rival, I just KNOW our boom in sales is pissing them off. So... why not add insult to injury, huh?"

"When I say, every wall was covered *snickers*

"YOU COULDN'T EVEN SEE THE LIGHT FROM OUTSIDE!!" *wheeeeeeeze* walls, doors, windows, office plants, nothing was spared!"

"Someone had one h☆ll of a wake-up call the next morning! "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"GET SOME B☆TCH!!!" ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

*sighs* "The power of teamwork truly is something beautiful innit?" ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

🌕: Vint, I'm sworry again, for the wait! (╥﹏╥)

[lynaferns]

Not to brag, but uh *leans on door frame* I recently sweep my room and changed the bed sheets.

(it didn't take me months of thinking about it but not doing anything)

((at all))

[mostly-tame]

Torch treeing today 💚 I saw seven, and he treed a few more times I didn't see what on. That very last one (last two photos, actually visible in the first) was really stupid and got itself bit but escaped

[sepetajmikolikomehoces]

Has this been done?

[neattnat]

UPDATED BLOOMING FLOWERS REF

[ikebanaka]

I love Yoo Joonghyuk. This bitch really said peace out and tried to exit the scene by climbing a fucking tree

[notwiselybuttoowell]

Sophia Tolstaya and friend

[everymadara]

Chapter 656

[lokiinmediasideblog]

It seems like Loki is not the only Norse God that's been turned into a tree in adaptations despite it not being part of their respective mythos. Apparently Freyja was TAJ's Odin,Ullr,Baldr, and Bragi's mom (the dynamics here are WHACK and follow nothing). And she turned into a tree because she thought it was horrible to be the mother of 4 gods.

[horsesarecreatures]

Then here is how the Edix Alydar did... pretty good. It’s definitely a saddle I’d like to have, but they’re pricey. The Barefoot Nottingham is considered ok for jumping as far as weight distribution goes, but since its designed kind of like a baroque saddle it puts me in a bad position and I wind up landing harder and having a lower leg that swings back more, so that’s why I’m jumping Amba bareback a lot now. 

[mintywolf]

Remember Us - Chapter 11

Red wind whips Imogen’s hair into her eyes, blinding her. Long meadow grasses, so soft in the daylight, lash knife-sharp against her knees, opening tiny cuts in her skin. She turns, trying to set her bearings by the distant shape of the farmhouse, but the churning clouds are already so close that more than a few feet away there is nothing but ruddy opacity. Lightning splits the reddened clouds, briefly sketching the contours of the surrounding valley upon her vision.

Against the roiling sky, on the crest of the hill, a familiar shape is walking, unsteady against the wind but with purpose, into the storm. A loose-limbed doll of a figure, ragged skirts and trailing hair. Another lightning strike etches the flickering outline of a black and skeletal tree against the darkness, and then it’s gone.

Imogen starts to run up the slope, into the storm. Beneath the clouds the figure lifts her arms to the sky and flings herself into a teetering twirl with the joyous abandon of a child. The wind carries the sound of her high, breathless laughter as it engulfs her.

“Laudna!” Imogen screams, raw-throated, into the wind. And then, at last. “Matilda!”

The dancing figure totters to a stop and turns to look down at her, her face alight with surprise and delight. She is still smiling when the lightning strikes her.

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