#Meep

[lordofthesoups]

@grayscale-sparks

exploring museums, old bookshops and libraries together type of love

[lipstickon-themirror]

Its giving:

[atropinenightshade]

WHY DO I WANT TO BRING BACK SINGER/VEGAS AU

[paopuvanitas]

Arcanist to Arcanist communication!!!!

[anthonybrxdgerton]

Robot // The Star Beast // The Interstellar Song Contest

Tom Baker as The Fourth Doctor Miriam Margolyes as The Meep Anita Dobson as Mrs Flood / A Rani Archie Panjabi as The Rani

[gallavich-annise]

And if I said I SCREAMED?! What then?

Not just art for my thing, but Deena art!!!! You just made my entire week! 🥰🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜

I don't know what happened with this one but it did so here you go 😆.

Gallavich Week Day Six: Rainbow

The Colours of Us

Red is for blood. 

Not the skinned knees of childhood. No... For you it's split lips, bloody noses, broken teeth. Grazed knuckles. 

It's fighting tooth and nail. Against each other. Against the world. Because anything worth having is worth fighting for. Because anything worth feeling is worth fighting against. 

But when you've fought against it too long you begin to realise the truth. 

Orange is for his hair.

They call it red, or ginger. But it's orange. 

Sometimes burnished and bright like fresh bronze. Catching sunlight and stealing breath. Sometimes deep and dark, almost true red, in the window light as a teenager wields a tyre iron. Sometimes bright in the sun, shining in the filtered light through the bleachers.

A constant. A draw for the eye. A realisation that this is what you want. That no matter where you go, or what you do, or who you screw, the orange of his hair will always catch your eye. Just like he caught the rest of you.

No matter what happened back then, no matter what never healed, you'll still want him and only him. 

Yellow is for faded bruises. 

Wounds so deep only the very surface is visible, like an iceberg that pierced the body. And everyone else thinks that when the yellow fades to skin it'll all be gone. 

You know different. You know the bruises are still there. Still ready to hurt when pressed the wrong way.

Green is for his eyes. 

Those eyes that catch the light, like his hair. Luminous. Penetrating. He sees everything even when you don't want him to. He sees the bruises you haven't let heal. He sees the festering wounds that sit in your heart. 

Or he should. He sees those wounds and says it's not rot. He says it's just hurt. He kisses that centre and says it'll get better. That it can be better. 

He says it so you almost believe it. 

Blue is for the sky. 

The skies you've seen together over Chicago in the summertime. Skies that faded to inky black when you whiled away hours lost in each other. Skies that shone down on you while you ran and laughed. While you kissed. 

Skies over Mexico. The skies where he was with you and the skies where he left you. The skies where you were alone but free. 

Dusted with fluffy white clouds, or threatening at the grey skies of winter. 

But in summer, when you were together, it felt like you could face anything. 

Violet. 

Violet is for the future. Because it doesn't remind you of the past. 

There's nothing rich or luxurious about your past. The closest to purple you got was the darkest bruises, and even those were more indigo. 

Now you can have flowers. Lavender and lilac and violets. Now you can have plush cushions and warm blankets. And why not have them in purple?

Purple completes the pride flag that he displays on the dashboard of the ambulance. It completes the rainbow of your life so far. So why shouldn't the future be violet?

After all, you're together. So it can only be better than the past.

And as for ultraviolet? Well... The things that light shows are between you and your husband.

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@gallavichthings

[singing-songs-to-myself]

hang it in the Louvre

[mallowsweetmiri]

Best friend!Remus with no boundaries leaves you alone with James

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It was another sunny afternoon spent studying in Remus’ dorm. You sat on his bed reading your Herbology textbook as Remus worked at his desk, finishing his Potions assignment. James was sprawled in the sunshine working on his Charms homework next to the open window.

“Y/N, can you pass me my vile of asphodel,” Remus said over his book, pointing to his potions trunk next to the bed. You hummed and leaned over the side of the bed, trifling through the case of potions ingredients.

“Erm, I think you’re out,” you replied, holding up the empty vile next to your face. Remus frowned and came over to the bed. He took a seat on the edge and took the vile from you. You crawled closer to him, resting your head in his lap as he flicked the vile. He sighed and ran his hand down your arm.

“I’m gonna have to go to the storage and get some ingredients,” Remus drawled, stroking your shoulder and neck with his long fingers. You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your bestfriend’s hands on your body.

“While you’re at it, can you get some snacks from the kitchen? I can’t focus when I’m hungry,” you looked up at him through your lashes with a pout. He only chuckled at you and squeezed your cheek.

“Of course,” he grinned, scooting out from under you. You sighed as you rolled back on your stomach to read. Remus tsked and pulled your cotton shorts over your bum.

“You need to get a new pair of shorts, Y/N. I think you’ve outgrown those,” Remus said as he walked towards the door. You heard James chuckle out a breath from his bed. You stuck your tongue out at Remus as you sat up to pull your shorts down. Remus chuckled and left the dorm, shutting the door behind him. You huffed and fell back onto the bed. James laughed and shut his book.

"Remus' sure has a lot of opinions on your outfits," James teased, sitting up to stretch. You guys had been studying for a while.

"You know how he is. I don't see why my shorts being short is an issue though," you pouted, standing up and stretching over arms your head.

"Well, I think they look lovely, Y/N." James smiled at you. He was just the sweetest.

"Awww, thanks Jamie. You're always so kind," you gushed and sprang towards him for a hug. Even sitting on his bed he was nearly your height, but he had always seemed like a big teddy bear to you. James chuckled and he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm just telling the truth. Just because Remus is your bestfriend doesn't mean his opinions are right," James joked. Your smile grew as you pulled back.

"You're so right, Jamie. Maybe I should start to listen to you more," you beamed, liking the idea of spending more time with James. He was right. You were always hanging around Remus so much, you had neglected what a good friend James was.

"I like the sound of that," James half grinned, his hands falling down to your waist. You blushed and smiled back. You'd never really been physically close with any of the other boys before, your friendship just wasn't like that. But why couldn't it be? James was nice to hug anyway.

"Can we take a break from studying?" You asked, playing with James' soft curls on the back of his neck. James hands stroked your hips as you stood between his legs.

"Isn't that what we're doing right now?" James laughed, still smiling at you. Gods, his eyes were so pretty. You couldn't focus on anything but his hands on your hips and his lips curved into that pretty smile.

"Well," you breathed, "What do you want to do?" You leaned in closer to him. James swallowed and let out another chuckle. You were starting to realize why you weren't so touchy with other friends.

"I can think of one thing," James charmed, pulling you by the hips towards him. Your lips landed on his, soft and warm as his tongue began to ask for permission. You let out a sigh and relaxed into his body, his hand coming up to your face to deepen the kiss. Another sigh escaped your lips as you moved to straddle his lap. He groaned as his hands found your hips once more, pushing you down onto him. You groaned when you felt him underneath you, rubbing up against your shorts. He was a good kisser too, biting gently on your lip as his hands made their way under your bum. If this was the result of wearing tiny shorts, you were going to wear them more often. Your thoughts escaped you as James' hands guided your hips over his, the rhythm matching the movements of his mouth. He was making your come undone with all of your clothes still on. You couldn't even imagine how good he'd feel with his clothes off. He groaned as he pushed you down over his length, his thumbs squeezing the front of your hips. You felt yourself starting to reach your edge as your hips began to take movements of their own. His tongue deepened the kiss while you moaned into his mouth. It felt like he knew every inch of your body already. Everything he was doing was sending you. Your sounds filled the room as his lips left yours to kiss under your jaw. His strong arms were wrapped around your middle as he teased down your neck. Your body was suddenly missing the friction, but James' arms were holding you still.

"James," you whined, squirming his arms. He chuckled into your neck.

"Just be patient, my love," he breathed, going back to nipping at your ear.

"We don't have time to be patient right now," you groaned, desperately needing to feel him. James hummed and gave your neck a soft kiss.

"You're right, we don't have time right now," James guided your head to look at him.

"But-"

"But I'll see you tonight?" He asked, a grin still plastered on his lips. You bit your lip as you smiled.

"Yes, I'll see you tonight." You blushed, giggling as you pulled yourself off of James. Maybe you'd gotten a bit carried away with your study break. James chuckled as he reached to pull your shorts down over your bum once again.

"Maybe Remus was right about these shorts," he smirked, thumbing the hem. You giggled as you heard the door open. Remus came into the room with an armful of viles. You and James let out a laugh. Good timing.

"Maybe," you winked at James and walked back over to Remus' bed. "Hi Rem. Did you bring snacks?" You plopped down onto his bed. Remus walked over and placed a tray in front you filled with sandwiches and crisps.

"Save me some," Remus nodded as he began to organize his potions supply on his desk.

"Do you want some Jamie?" you asked politely, turning to see James blush at you. His grin hadn't left his face. Remus' head perked at the nickname, but was too focused on finishing his assignment.

"I'm okay, Y/N. I'm actually gonna go run some quidditch drills. It's so nice out," James said casually, getting up to grab his quidditch bag.

"More for me," you shrugged and began to eat one of the halves. You watched James get his shoes on. His fingers looked so strong...

"Well, I'm out of here. Remus," James waved at Remus who responded with a nod. He turned to you, "See you later, Y/N." With a smile he ducked out of the room. You chuckled as you ate your sandwich, reaching for the book next to Remus' bed.

"Y/N," Remus sighed as he scribbled something onto his scroll, "why did James just say that?" You felt a smile tug at your lips.

"What? I can't hang out with James?" you chimed, flipping to your chapter in the book. Remus shook his head and tsked, continuing to work on his paper.

"It's those fucking shorts." You let out a snort.

[foolsocracy]

this image reminds me of Arthur n Garth😭

stop thats the sweetest thing ever

[sorrelpaws]

i built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called the blood of the exploited working class

[newpartnerincrime]

Pickled Onion Depression™️

[paopuvanitas]

A little obsessed with these pics I got of my young bristlenose pleco going hogwild on a piece of algae wafer

[tonsillessscum]

[calicoclitters]

or be the person i want to be but can’t

[ttheoretical]

me telling people about my favourite shows: it's so terrible guys. truly one of the worst things ever. it changed my life and I love it more than I love my family. everyone is so evil and awful and horrible. this is my dearest beloved scrunkly he's the worst of all of them. he's so mentally ill and gay (trust). please don't watch it.