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[calomitchell]

NETFLIX AND CHILL 🥶

5-18-21

Created by me

[spikescream]

It's that time again. Moodboard for Piers of posts from across the internet.

[rosyviews]

   ( 💔 ; @tvsglow )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅        "oh fuck---," their sudden presence startles her; their--- ARRANGEMENT didn't tend to occur without her instigation. "shit, did you use my spare key? i swear i locked the door this morning." despite the other's unnerving entrance, angel rose quickly falls back into her previous task of cooking--- the other's presence has always worked akin to a safety blanket of sorts. "you need something or whatever? typically don't see you nowadays while the sun's still up." (based, open to m/f/nb)

[hellkitepriest]

never kill yourself. jeremy pritchard could still see you shirtless

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Happy Halloween everyone 🍁🍂🎃

[wonderloste]

ENDLESS PORTRAITS ◟ ⋆  › the white rabbit & alice.

ft. @zorkaya / zarina as alice <3 & artist. anyways while i'm here reposting darcy and zarina ❤️❤️

[midokai]

@hatefueled     SENT         [   . . .   ]         " truffle...? " he looks to him, then looks back at his krookodile. " really? y'think she looks like a truffle? " skepticism seen on his face. but she doesn't seem to mind it much. then after a pause jericho barks a raspy laugh, and reaches out to tap the brim of N's cap down to tease. " fine fine, whatcha got fer the others eh? " the other pokemon in question ( flametalon, perched nearby. and toxtricity who's gnawing on something he'd been given to eat ). " if they like em, i'll keep whatever ya pick. "

     ❝     she does look like a truffle,     ❞     &͟.     clearly she has no issue with the title,     so why not?     if nothing else he should be grateful that such a denomination was given to her because it could have been worse——     something like cupcake would have been significantly more dreadful     &͟.     yet he’d shown her at least some sliver of mercy     /     sure,     a pokémon this snazzy should have a nickname to match,     a lot more sophisticated than the chocolate truffles that remained her namesake,     but he liked the one he picked     &͟.     so it is here to stay,     because even if jericho dislikes it     ...     she doesn’t seem to mind     &͟.     that’s a good enough reason to continue utilizing it.     ‘sides,     cute     &͟.     cool can coexist,     she can appear as intimidating as she does     &͟.     have an endearing name to match,     who is he to stop that?     hell,     his own galvantula is named toast     &͟.     though she is not frightening to all she surely terrifies those with arachnophobia,     that should count for something,     surely. 

     another attempt at defending his naming choice brews within person     &͟.     right as he opens his mouth to spew out some long winded audio novel about how it fits her perfectly he’s startled by the sudden tap to the brim of his cap,     so much so it even makes him jolt upright some,     emerald hues as wide as saucer plates.     (     the panicked sound that escapes him is done so unintentionally.     )

     but     …     wait,     he’s actually fine with it?     that’s     …     surprising.

     he hadn’t expected that,     truthfully,     but now he’s a man on a mission——     he can’t possibly let him down!     if he likes the name truffle then     …     perhaps he’ll continue with the food motif,     yes,    that’ll work.

     ❝    are you sure?     ❞     because there’s no turning back now,     once jericho agrees——     to seal the deal a hand is held out towards the older,     the slight narrowing of eyes,     almost as if squinting     &͟.     a subconscious nod,     an invitation for the other to follow suit     &͟.     do the same.     ❝     pinky promise me that.     i don’t want you going back on your word.     ❞     he has many an idea brewing in the depths of mind already,     he’s never been more prepared for a task in his life:     if the illusion is shattered because such a privilege were to suddenly be revoked,     well,     upset would be an understatement of his genuine sentiments.     ❝     take my pinky.     ❞

[idolsummons]

she walk!!! original size:

[sixersigned]

@herogardn / sc!

“ Interesting. You defy natural laws of anatomy, “ the scientist observes, journal in hand as he tilts his head at the entity curiously. He says that like most things didn’t—in his time, that had been more of the norm and than unnatural. But he’s never seen anything like it before. “ Does it hurt at all? “

[possessedbyrage]

"the fates already fucked me sideways." (from tal to basil)

"Makes two of us I suppose," she shrugged. "Can't recommend huh? Well, maybe you can, you're pretty resourceful. Me? I prefer doing the fucking." She couldn't stuff down the silly grin that was playing at her lips when she finished that statement. Not because she thought she was funny, rather that she realized how corny it sounded just as the words left her mouth.

"That was terrible, I'm so sorry." she shook her head smiling to herself. "You probably weren't looking for corny encouragement."

[deficd]

@immunityfcrged sent “Where she stops...” || Barely Conscious

The girl lays crumpled among the roots, as if some last muscle spasm has coiled her into a ball and then abandoned her there, half-drowned in mud. Ghanima has seen the remains of animal feeds: jagged ribs picked clean, skulls popped free of their sockets— but a living body, not yet finished with its own running, is a rare and dangerous sight.

She squats on her haunches, blade drawn but held along the length of her wrist, and peers through the low branches. The girl’s clothes were city-make, their color lost to grime and soaked through. Her mouth worked in spasms, a frantic gasp that sucked more moss than air. She was young, though perhaps not as young as Ghanima had first assumed.

She creeps closer. Each step is measured and silent, though the roots beneath her squelch with every shift of weight. The stench of fluids, half-rot, half-blood, hugs the chill ground and reminds Ghanima of the nights she has slept, wrapped in plastic, among the burials.

Hisses a warning in the back of her throat and receives no answer. Ghanima cannot see a wound. That is rare, and much worse.

She presses the point of her blade to the girl’s cheek: “You awake?”

[rosyviews]

            ( 💔 ; @jadedviews )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    "augs, you say that but the way you're behaving doesn't make it seem like they were WRONG." the way auggie is acting is a stark difference to the words she's saying, which is detrimental to his understanding of the situation thanks to the buzz he's feeling. she's the males best friend, and has been for years now... even before lines of their friendship began to blur. but even with those smudged boundaries, marcos has always stood firm on his views on relationships. his aversion to them being nearly hardwired at this point. "aug, i don't UNDERSTAND what you're saying. 'GIRLS LIKE THAT...' that's not even a complete sentence. i don't understand." the second time he's stating that there's a firm genuineness in every syllable, trying his hardest to make her understand how lost she has him right now. feeling her tug her body away from his grasp, marcos finds himself letting her go --- he's not a jerk, if she doesn't want to be near him he wont FORCE her... regardless of how he'd much rather her stay until they're on the same page. "i don't want you upset, just help me understand... please." (continued)

[amxlixrate]

{{ Laced in Sin || @katarinawilliams said: [ teaseback ] receiver turns the tables, grabbing sender by the hips and taking control. [Kat]

⋙ She was pressed against him in a kiss that started slow, but the small noise she made—Kat clearly wanted more than what they were already doing. Kissing back awkwardly, Bruce reached to grab the woman's hips, feeling the shape of her in his palms, squeezing a little, his skin was flush, and she stole his breath.

He wasn't really sure what he was doing, letting his instinct take over━━Bruce wasn't one to have close relationships, but some of his Batman persona was seeping through. Fingers gripped her hips a bit tighter, and he walked her back into the wall as he kissed her back, his hips pushing into her body. He was unsure if he was doing it right, but he didn't care, his body seemed to enjoy it, as did hers.

[hcillsyn]

@4lexnilsen sent : [ CONFLICT ] during an argument with the sender, the receiver realizes there's an unspoken depth to their feelings, and takes a second to consider them closer.

❛ i am not a child ! ❜ sigrún was not one to yell , and even skuld flinched as she was woken from her nap atop a fallen log . skuld's yellow eyes flicked about the area before settling on alex , where her ears turned forward . she raised a massive paw to her face and began to groom herself , though one ear remained turned towards him .

sigrún's fingers traced along the stem of an herb in her hands . she felt large leaves with feathered edges and then how the stem forked into three smaller stems . atop each stem was a cluster of small flowers , and when she crushed one of the flowers between her fingers the already strong scent of the plant grew stronger . yarrow , she thought to herself , and began to collect the plant in a basket beside her .

❛ i do not need you to fight every battle for me . ❜ sigrún's voice was quieter , more gentle , but the frustration was still there . ❛ the fates continue to weave , and often men of ambition and pride fail to remember that our stories were spun from our first breath . ❜ sigrún's lip still stung from where the man's ring had caught it when he struck her . she let out a heavy sigh . ❛ are you hurt , alexander ? ❜

[brctherscnce]

🚶:3c

Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.

... Orange optics flickered to life in the darkness of the knight-ship that orbited Cybertron. Digits flexed on an ancient servo, a large body pushing itself from a mighty throne as red plating made itself known in the darkness.

A single breath, exvented from its ventilation systems. When this mech spoke, it was as if the very air stilled in the presence of such a mighty, powerful knight. He pushed himself to his pedes.

" Knights, " He breathed,

" Transform... into Dragonstorm. "

[idolsummons]

unfortunately shiori might have the brain cell now (cannot link the image maker rn sorry </333)