#anyway. Q!

[puckpocketed]

rewatching the game — the antidote to our scoring problems was giving Q two incredible finishers on his wings? seeing Kempe and Fiala with him, matching his speed, giving him options… man this is crazyyyy. Might really be something to Jim Hiller’s line blender bullshit I fear… !! The leaps Q has taken this season… the slow start, finding another gear after that r.angers game, playing matchup center for a miserable couple weeks while we struggled to score goals, and now THIS 4 point night?? If he puts it all together and keeps this kind of performance consistently by the end of the season, he’s going to be our 1C come playoffs — and it won’t be close. No one on this team can do what Quinton Byfield does. ouuhh man I’m so excited

[bi-hop]

we are literally so back, picky eater fans of dungeon meshi

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[hrokkall]

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

[trainstationgoodbye]

Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt in INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | SEASON 2

[lucabyte]

monologue

[wistfulwatcher]

Oh, well, that was just, you know, hard work, timing, and a lot of luck. No, you got better. You don't just get better.

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

Part 26 || First || Previous || Next

—Full Series—

Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

[mimzy6bunny]

Silly dogman comic

versão em português

[falafels]

pt.61!! <pt.60 pt.62>

aaron is “little rat ❤️” in nicky’s phone. so is andrew. it is so unbelievably confusing but nicky says it has to be identical because they’re identical. ends with andrew’s first piercing because then he’s changed to “little rat 💘”

tags for the homies ❤️ @andrewsleftarmband @blurryhour @you-know-i-get-itt @notexactlythatgirl @longspacerat @tessasilverswan @minyard-05 @carbon-dated-gal @bisexualchaosdemon @stormiiflies @watercoloureyes01 @vampire-overlord @iron-sides @azure-wing @buffalo-fox @ohgodnotagainplease @pink-hydrangea @jaywalkerss @ohmynoggin-blog @cosmic-marauder @min-getoutofmy-yard @plazybones @disastersappho @leestars13 @the-witch-forever-lives @minyardsss @post-historical-posts @andabuttonnose @hidinginmyhands @aftg4l @allfor-thegames @yaoishida @inafieldofstarflowers @snowcoming @mooniism @jeanmoreausautismstickers @prometheusthedragon @graveyardviolence @bustedleftshoe @beatrix33 @aftg-bs @yes-i-exist-shutup @milktemproom @all-for-exy @moon-over-ruined-castle @meta-breakers @oneandonlystarshine @dragonslayer26806 @malepresentingleg @lesbiansforkevinday

[rogdona]

[chalkrub]

pwyw com from last month ! these are closed now but i will open again at the end of feb maybe

[videogamelover99]

Alex Hirsch going "I'd be interested in exploring Bill confronting all of his lies" during the Seattle book signing and him going "This is my child. Please be kind to him. He doesn't deserve it though." during the San Diego book signing...

It makes me incredibly happy that he's just as obsessed with this problem triangle as we are.

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (fluffy sleepy baby satoru who doesn’t know how to express his feelings like a normal person - wk: 0.7k)

satoru is bored. impossibly so. bored and tired, eyelids hanging heavy, ears fuzzy. he hasn’t been sleeping well, too busy with missions and studying and sparring and all the other shit a child blessed with godhood has to deal with. and, of course, preoccupied with those pesky little thoughts that wake him up at all hours of the night, playing and replaying in his mind.

you resting your head in your hands. you eating mochi. you laughing. you. you. you.

pesky little things. they’ve always been there, but up until recently, they were easier to bury, to hold under the water until they sank. nothing more than a ripple.

but for some reason, now, they’ve managed to kick their way back to the surface.

the way your eyes sparkle under the sunset. the way your skin glows with heat and sweat after training. the way your fingers tap when you’re concentrating.

they’re doing it now, playing a monotone tune into the wooden desk. yaga’s back faces the classroom as he scrawls on the board, your eyes fixated ahead, and satoru doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more lovely.

from this angle, your neck bares itself to him; it’s a gift he can practically see your pulse thrumming below. ba-dub. ba-dub. ba-dub. it’s always steady when you’re focused, hanging onto every word yaga’s voice drones out.

he bets your skin is warm. he bets it’s soft and tender. he bets you’d sigh and tilt your head and card your fingers through his hair-

his eyes nearly flutter closed before he catches his head in a clammy palm.

ah. perhaps fatigue can, in fact, catch up to the strongest.

you shoot a glance at him, a worried thing, your eyebrows furrowed and half-raised. an ‘are you okay?’

flashing you the most alert grin he can muster, he follows it with a stretch of his arms overhead, shaking out his wrists to return a semblance of their groggy blood flow. it’s not his fault these stupid lessons put him to sleep - it’s not his fault he can’t stop thinking about resting his head on your chest and listening to the sounds of your breathing.

on, and on, and on, yaga rambles. on, and on, and on, you copy down notes in that pretty, scratchy handwriting, one he could recognize anywhere (he thinks it’s carved into his heart somewhere).

ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.

how warm you’d be.

ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.

soft, too.

ba-dum. ba-dum. ba-dum.

heavy eyelids, a quiet sigh.

you nearly jump when his head lands on your shoulder, but manage to stifle the yelp with a hand over your mouth. luckily, yaga seems too engrossed in his current monologue to turn around, granting you a moment to slowly curve your gaze downwards, landing on a mess of snowy white.

“satoru,” you whisper, to no response. beside you, suguru and shoko share knowing giggles. “satoru.”

nothing.

all you get are quiet breaths, slowed by a sleep that has gently embraced him. at least by facing to the side, no one else can see the burning in your face or the wide eyes, the way tingles spread from your stomach towards your fingertips.

instead, satoru nuzzles into you further, his hair tickling your ear. his voice is so low, you nearly miss the quiet, “warm,” that floats up the classroom’s still air.

then, you stiffen. his lips part, pressing into your neck, just above your carotid that lurches under his touch.

you hiss another call of his name, but in the haze of his dreams, he says nothing. all he knows is the comfort of your skin, the smell that feels like coming home.

another low exhale, this one closer to a snore, and your heart softens inexplicably, immediately. it must be exhausting to carry the world’s safety, you think, surely his shoulders must get tired - and even through your embarrassment, even through the feelings you, too, have tried to drown, even through the fluttering muscle raging behind your ribs, you know that even the strongest deserves to rest.

gently, your shoulders relax, and with shaky hands, you reach up to run your fingers through his hair. even in his unconscious state, he curls into you, the soft pink of his lips resting just above your collarbone. the puffs of his breath tickle, and you’re glad he’s not awake to hear your heart pick up its beating. another little snore, and you rest your head on his.

a/n: my weird little stray cat who wasn't ever taught what to do with all the love in his heart.... sobs

[trainstationgoodbye]

Let's not get caught. Let's keep going. Thelma & Louise (1991) dir. Ridley Scott

[ama-a93]

screeches