#HEART EXPLODES

[freakaz0-id]

whats your favorite game and why?? (casuallytryingtobefriendyou)

MFJSKDJJS YAY

I don't think I have one specific game that is my favorite, but I do have a few and those are legend of zelda: breath of the wild, legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom, horizon: zero dawn, and sims4 :3

I LOVE LEGEND OF ZELDA GRAAHHHH

but I love the loz games mainly bc of the scenery and the characters/character designs. the scenery is actually soooo beautiful, and I love that it's free-roam. there's also just so much to do in the games and I love that :3

I love the Sims bc... well it's the Sims. I grew up w the sims, and I've always loved character making and building type games, so that game is kinda perfect for me.

And I love horizon: zero dawn because it's also free-roam and THE LORE??? THE PLOT?? THE STORYLINE??? IDK IM NOT A BIG VIDEO GAME PLAYER BUT LIKE. IT'S SO UNIQUE AND PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST GAMES IVE EVER SEEN/PLAYED. the graphics are really good, too, AND ALOY IS SO 😳. like have you seen her omg... MFHSJS ANYWAY. I can't wait to get the new horizon game, it came out a while ago but we're waiting for the price to go down bc we're not paying $80 for it 😭

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[doliminuz]

Kevin telling Sophie that Alice's death was not her fault and that Alice would want her sister to forgive herself.

LIVE ME FOOTAGE

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[zeromotherfuckers]

Relistening to Stolen Century and am still so in love and obsessed with how immediately Justin is enamored with Lup. He finds out Taako has a sister and he's so intensely in love with the idea of her. Griffin drops her first line of "Nerd Alert!" and Taako is on the floor laughing- Justin sees the vision and he knows the vision and he's IN IT. HE LOVES HER. TAAKO LOVES HER. AUGH.

Griffin knew exactly how to play it, and Justin was on board before Griffin could even say jump. Its just insanely beautiful the way Justin latches onto it, because Yeah. Because Yeah, if Taako had a sister he'd be obsessed with her. They'd be obsessed with each other. A perfect duo that doesn't always agree but who bring the same energy to the table. Lup is the perfect accent to Taako. They balance each other. They're the Twins. And he loves her so so so much.

And Justin loves her so so so much

And I love them so so so much

[egophiliac]

YO TREY CLOVER IS HERE !!!

TREY NOOOO you weren't supposed to look so cool, I was supposed to be able to save my keys for all the upcoming birthdays, how could you do this to me --

also hey. hey Trey. what's in that bowl.

[lillaray]

Visiting him everyday you say? Hm? Interesting

[queerdraws]

Fanart for a snippet of my most favorite heartbreaking moment from swordsmans's fic bone-breaker ospreys mate for life (rated E)

[pidgydraws]

🔵 to me you are magic 🔵

[mafuwara]

I finished Metaphor in a week, I'm replaying it now, and I just love these two idiots so much, I had to draw them <3

[metalmiez]

It's ineffable, my dear

With a content sigh, the demon slung his left arm around the angel. He snaked his head across Aziraphale's right shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his cheek.

"Whatcha doin', angel?" Crowley murmured lazily and pressed a kiss against Aziraphale's temple. He felt the angel lean into the soft touch, humming softly.

"About to put the kettle on for my afternoon tea. Did you have a nice nap, dear?" His warm hand wrapped around Crowley's and tenderly caressed the skin on his wrist.

"Mrm. Would've been nicer if someone had allowed me to sleep around his neck."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"You nearly discorporated me last time, when you turned back into your human shape in your sleep, darling."

Crowley grinned about this particular memory. He wanted to tease his angel more, but his silly thoughts derailed when he felt Aziraphale's right hand reaching out and caressing his hair. The demon hummed appreciatively and leaned his face against the soft fabric of his sky-blue shirt. For Satan's sake, it shouldn't feel so nice to bask in Aziraphale's warmth and tender touch - he was a demon after all.

But on the other hand. He had grown quite comfortable in Aziraphale's presence. Every soft touch, every kiss, every affectionate nickname had burned away a tiny bit of Crowley's millennia-old defense. Truth be told, he really liked the tender affections, and to be soft and vulnerable and gentle. If he ever felt the urge to be demonic, he still had his plants to threaten.

With another sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned closer.

I felt the urge to draw some tooth rotting fluff again, and the urge to grin like an idiot was strong with this one. Hopefully, it gives you the same amount of dopamine as it gave me while drawing it <3

[lady-corrine]

[starleska]

the Doctor Who writers need to stop dropping these gorgeous freaks or i'm going to hunt them for sport 😳💖

[hoshitonin]

chill guy 😎 hot guy 🔥

[bye-bye-sugar-blue-eyes]

Look at this face! This is how he reacted to his sister coming back. God, what are we gonna get when he sees Eddie after he comes back??

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ sworn knight johnny 'soap' mactavish

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johnny didn't really understand what he was doing here. it all started when he ended up protecting the most beloved princess of the kingdom. he had proved his talent on the battlefield many times, climbing up the ranks even though he was just a young scot from a foreign village far away.

it was not that he didn't like the benefits that came with the job-better pay, better sleeping arrangements, better food-it was just that he missed the battles. he wasn't used to sitting around, watching the princess go on about her day as if he were merely a shadow. he hated feeling useless, and also, let's face it, he hated being quiet. part of his job now was to be a shadow; apart from the polite good morrow and good night, johnny's mouth was shut.

the kingdom had been at peace for decades now, even before the knight was born, so he imagined his life was forever going to be this: dull, repetitive, and goddamn quiet. until one night, in the middle of his sleep, he was woken up by chilling screams. he ran out of his room, still in his nightwear, sword in hand. he found you nestled in the corner of your room, a chandelier in your hands as if it would have been enough to stop whoever was coming. it might have been a selfish act, but johnny didn't try to save your family; his only goal was to get you out.

this is how you had ended up here. in a small tavern, far from your town, from your castle, and far from your family. you were not stupid; you knew they were most likely all slaughtered, and as the only remaining member of the royal family, you knew you'd be hunted for the rest of your life. your entire survival was at the mercy of the knight who had been assigned to you a couple of months ago, and, for the most part, it was going well. except he wouldn't tell you where he was taking you.

"it's for yer own safety, princess," he had told her over and over again. you hated the way he treated you as if you were a child. you were not-already well past marital age-so why was he acting like you were a doll that could break at any moment?

and, god, did he talk a lot. you were not used to this side of him. back at the castle, he had been quiet, a gentle shadow following you around unnoticed. but now? it was like it was impossible for him to be quiet for longer than a minute. there was no denying that your sworn knight was very handsome, but now that he was constantly smiling and talking, it made him even more attractive in your mind. and the flirting? long gone was the composure he had around the royal family. here on the road, you were just a girl. a bonnie lass, he had called you once.

at first, the flirting still felt very improper, but as days turned into weeks, you started to like it. it was good to have someone like you for you and not for your title. you never thought it would happen. after all, you were a princess, and you had a role to play. words had gone around that the attack on your kingdom had been orchestrated by a foreign prince, angry that your father had refused the marriage proposal he had made. the prince had been set on turning your kingdom to ashes and taking you. you were sure he was intent on doing horrible things to you. you were grateful johnny had reached your chambers first. once, you had a nightmare about what would have happened if the prince had reached you first. it had been a terrible dream.

as you lay in the uncomfortable tavern bed, johnny sleeping on your side, the one closest to the door, you imagined what your life was going to be like now. was johnny going to stay with you? was he going to abandon you to fend for yourself once he was confident he had put enough distance between you and your enemies? where were you even going?

unknown to you, johnny was taking you back to scotland. before the attack, he had already been longing to go back to the highlands he loved so much; he missed the simple life of the countryside. his plan was to find a cottage, with a bit of land, big enough for your future family. he still had contacts in scotland, and enough money from his job to buy a comfortable place. you still didn't know, but johnny was going to marry you. even if it took years to woo you into that, he was a patient man. traveling with you had awoken the need in him to have a family, little chubby kids running around his land. many nights, he imagined you all swollen with his pups, and it made his head turn.

months later, you were happily sitting in the grass, watching johnny work around your garden. your hand was on your heavily pregnant stomach. johnny was a big man, and you didn't know why you had thought the baby wasn't going to be big itself. the moment you had known you were pregnant, johnny had forbidden you from doing anything around the cottage except for relaxing.

it hadn't taken you two long to start your family. your travels had made you fall in love with johnny, and him with you. as you had arrived in scotland, johnny had explained what his original plan had been. but he was willing to give you some of his money, help you find a job, and send you on your merry way. that had made you panic. after all you had been through, you wanted him. you had never wanted anything more than at this very moment. so, while he was still talking about the multiple jobs you could do, you kissed him.

you watched as he fed the chickens, swearing because they were feisty little creatures that liked to bite the hands that fed them. you were so enthralled by him that you didn't hear the steps behind you. feeling a filthy hand on your mouth made you flinch, but the knife at your throat made you freeze.

"you were hard to find, your highness." highness-nobody had called you that in a long time. they had found you. how was it possible? you were so far away, but yet, here they were. someone must have recognized you; the bounty was very high, and you couldn't blame people for trying to make a living.

looking back up, your eyes focused on the chicken coop, but johnny wasn't there anymore. had they already gotten to him? was he already dead? no, he couldn't be. you started hyperventilating as the vile prince explained everything he was going to do to you. tears were streaming down your face; what he was describing was worse than death. his words were cut short, a warm liquid making its way down your back. the prince's body went limp behind you, leaving you to escape his grasp.

"it's alright, lass, a' is well now," that was johnny's voice, as well as his arms around you. his sword was on the floor next to you, all bloody. his hands and arms were just as bloody. "na tears for them now, they dinnae deserve them, bonnie." he murmured in your ear, kissing your neck softly.

no one mourns the wicked, right?