#this is literally them wtf

[hecticlife]

@hntedhouse

[clouvu]

Obsessed with their friendship 🫶

[riverthebooknerd]

"but why do you even ship them-" IT BRINGS ME JOY AND WHIMSY!!!!!!!

[noornight]

Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)

Based on this

[suja-janee]

I’ve been losing my mind over these guys recently

[hellalugosi]

[rookanisstuff]

Lucanis finally gets to be the one sneaking out of the opera with a lover

close up of the two fugitives under the cut

[emdashbitch]

your honor I think they would be great friends

[tizeline]

I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN-

[its-not-jazz-hands]

“HELLO????? PLEASE GOD I JUST WANT A BLACK COFFEE???!?!”

[handweavers]

few things are more baffling than when a grown adult fully believes a 4 year old is trying to manipulate anybody and has some kind of like grand plot to bypass "parental boundaries" or something for the sake of treats and this supposed manipulation is grounds for yelling at them and making them feel afraid like that is a 4 year old. you are an adult convinced that a 4 year old is trying to do anything but be loved and understood and find safe ways of interfacing with an unfamiliar world. you are insane

[garnet-xx-rose]

My life changed when I realized "I lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship" has been my favorite ship trope since I was 10 and idk how to feel about that.

[lokimobius]

LOKI S02E03 “1893”

[doctorsiren]

Meet the people of Woodward Ranch! To most West Virginians, the place is just a normal animal sanctuary, but to those in the know, it’s a cryptid conservation ranch :)

Wyatt Woodward is the grandson of the man who used to own the ranch (I haven’t figured out that guy yet so…). His grandfather passed and left the ranch to Wyatt in his will, despite Wyatt only having met the man once or twice when he was little. Now he’s tasked with running the place, as well as grappling with the reality that monsters, cryptids, and the supernatural are very very much real

Lucy Lovejoy is a farmhand / wrangler on the ranch. She grew up living there and is miffed that Wyatt was given ownership. She believes she’s entitled to it because she actually knows the place and Wyatt didn’t even believe in the supernatural until he came to the ranch

Dr. Herschel Finch is the ranch’s science boy (that’s probably not the official title) and he does his magic + science stuff to keep the ranch safe as well as be the resident cryptid expert. He’s very chaotic neutral and would probably kill someone…yknow…for science! Nobody really quite knows his history, despite him telling lots of strange backstories about his past.

Denny is a feral little orphan werewolf girl that lives on the ranch and has deemed it her home. She causes trouble for Wyatt because he’s easy to mess with, but she’s also the one (other than the Mothman) who sees him as family the fastest

The Mothman is one of the cryptids who regularly stays at the ranch. He was Wyatt’s grandfather’s favourite, and so Wyatt quickly becomes the new favourite of the Mothman. Just look at him 🥺 he’s so,,,🫶

Bonus:

Cryptoria is Finch’s ex-wife. Nobody on the ranch has actually met her, but Finch’s reasoning for why they got divorced was that “she was evil”. They question why he didn’t take that into account when marrying a literal demon, and also why that was the dealbreaker, seeing as he’s not one to be opposed to some evil from time to time, but he doesn’t elaborate. He does explain, however, that she tried to kill him. Despite that, he also actively laments the relationship, clearly missing his hot demon wife. Cryptoria divorced HIM because she found him annoying. They’re soooo toxic for each other. They’re the kind of exes that simultaneously hate each other but would totally make out again if they had the chance.

[jo-the-unknowable]

i can't stop thinking about this painting Ozzie has in his office. this gigantic, presumably oil on canvas, painting of himself and Fizzarolli, in what could be described as a tastefully nude, intimate, suggestive pose. this is hanging in his office. where he potentially takes work meetings. at first I thought, well, maybe this is his private office and he doesn't meet people in it. and then like two seconds later we see him meeting with Stolas in that very office, and later he meets with Crimson's lawyer there too. they're literally sitting right in front of a giant painting of Ozzie and Fizz while negotiating for Fizz's ransom lmao. so like. does Ozzie take meetings in here often? is he not concerned about people seeing this painting and drawing the obvious conclusion? aren't they trying to keep their relationship secret? maybe he plays it off as just a sexual painting, but then does that mean he's had other intimate paintings of himself and a sexual partner commissioned? if so, how often has he done this and where does he keep the other paintings now that he's with Fizz? does he have stacks of four foot by six foot oil paintings stashed somewhere? did people find it suspicious when all the sexy paintings vanished except the ones featuring Fizz? i'm obsessed with this painting and the implications

[seokminfilm]

so i ── vernon chwe

🤍 pairing, vernon chwe x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, high school au, angst, some fluff if you squint, mentions of parental issues, reader tutors vernon, mutual attraction, friends to ???, vernon cries, skinship, shy vernon x shy reader

🤍 summary, vernon chwe was more than just a classmate you tutored—you had developed a connection with him, something deeper than you expected.

🤍 author's note, debut/teenage vernon pictures just bring out the best in me guys i swear it 🧍saw these pictures on pinterest and immediately thought of something to write lmao i hope you enjoy this! sorry for the angst in advance i love you so much guys 🤍🙏

🤍 now playing, so i (charli xcx)

🤍 word count, 824 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

when vernon came to your room for math tutoring that rainy tuesday evening, you knew something had happened.

vernon had been unusually quiet the whole walk home, and you noticed something had gone wrong before school was dismissed. he had come from the locker room with what seemed to be tear streaks on his face, and excused himself quickly to run to the bathroom, washing his face as fast as he could before leaving with you.

vernon was never one to show strong emotion, let alone cry. it worried you to see vernon so down, and your heart clenched when vernon stared at you with those pretty yet tired hazel eyes.

once the two of you had gotten to your house, vernon had said hello to your parents with as much cheerfulness as he could muster before the two of you headed upstairs for math tutoring.

the whole time you were trying to go over vernon's homework answers, he just quietly stared at the page of his homework, nodding emptily when hearing you say something. you could tell vernon was in his own world, and eventually, you put your pencil down, speaking up for the first time since you had left school.

"you're not paying attention, are you, vernon?" you ask teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood.

vernon finally snaps out of his daze, slowly shaking his head as he runs a hand through his fluffy, brown hair. "no, sorry."

sighing, you close your math book, studying vernon's features as he wrings his hands together. his long eyelashes seem to brush against his cheeks as he stares down at the wooden table, and his lithe lips seem soft as he lets out a shaky breath.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you ask softly, feeling a sudden burst of confidence as you reach out to vernon's wringing hands. he pauses, surprised at your touch, but doesn't move, letting you hold his hands as he drops them to the table.

"i just—" vernon pauses, deep voice tinged with sourness. "my mom and dad had another fight. it's just going to be my dad at home tonight."

you fall silent, heart even more broken at vernon's situation: you knew his parents were in a rough spot in their marriage, but you didn't know it was this rough. you thought vernon was exaggerating when he said they had fights every other day, but he was being serious—he had stayed home from school the day before yesterday for that same reason.

"i'm sorry. i really am, vernon," you hold vernon's gaze, watching as his eyes glaze over with tears. you've never seen vernon this upset before, and it makes you want to cry too.

"it's whatever. i can't do anything about it, anyways," vernon says the sentence like he's just accepted his parents' fate; he lets the tears fall quietly, wiping the tears from his cheeks as he looks away. it makes your heart drop, but you offer the best smile you can to him as you continue to speak.

"let's stop with math for today. let's do something fun." you offer, and vernon lights up slightly, tears disappearing as he laughs.

"fun? you would be the one telling me to focus right now—this is new. what's changed?" vernon's shocking brown eyes meet yours, and you flush under his gaze, glancing away as you shrug.

"i just...i want you to have fun and get your mind off things," you say softly, and a twinge of some emotion appears in vernon's eyes, just as quickly disappearing.

"okay. i mean, i'm not complaining if i don't get to do math." vernon cracks a small smile, and you giggle, putting your books away as you stand up, glancing at vernon.

he follows your movements quickly, now just a few inches away from your face as he stares at you. he had grown over the few years you had known him, and he's starting to get taller than you now—vernon looks down at you as his dark eyes take in your figure and his hair falls into his long eyelashes, obscuring his piercing gaze.

suddenly, your hand seems to move on its own, and you reach up to vernon's face, softly moving vernon's bangs from his eyes. he doesn't flinch or move, letting you do your thing as a small blush dusts his cheeks seconds later.

"thanks," his voice is cool, blushed face doing nothing to his normal monotone voice. you nod, blushing yourself as you clear your throat awkwardly, looking away.

"well, uh—let's go find something fun to do." you smile, and vernon matches your facial expression, nodding. "yeah, let's go do that."

when the two of you leave your bedroom, you both can tell that something has changed between you. the friendship you had is still there, but something is lingering now—something growing that neither of you can ignore.

you're thinking that something is love.