#**RIPS SHIRT AND HOWLS**

[xenolinn]

GIFTED ART FROM MY POOKIE @ratatooties

I LOVE THEM THANK YOU 😭😭🫶🫶

[cyclogenesis]

oh my god. oh my fucking god. everyone on this show is a lesbian. oh my goD

[killthelawyer]

"...You have to tell me if what I've written is any good."

L'amica geniale S1E08 "La promessa"

[noahthefisherking]

The fact that across the board, the one thing that will get Jazz actively upset with OP is when he lies/withholds something from him. The fact that in tfp Exodus, when Orion sees Jazz cheering at the gladiator fight, the thing that disturbs him, is that this is a side of Jazz OP had never seen before i.e Jazz withheld from him. Even though he is usually very honest with Orion during their conversations!!! *grips you by the shoulders and shakes you* Do you see it? Do you see it too? Do you get my visions?

[bonefall]

I'm being rewarded for my good takes about Curlfeather. This is a preview of the gates of heaven. Evil woman coyly taunts the unworthy pretender who stole what she schemed and connived fair and square. And also she looks fucked up. I'm GAY

[kirbles]

he is just so gorgeous during the weave scene, i had to make some edits of that smile!

[tinyfantasminha]

NO ONE TOUCH NME NO ONE TOUCH ME SHUT UP I WAITED OVER 3 YEARS FOR THIS WHAT THEFNCUK WHAT THE FUCK KHES HERE I CANT BELIEVE HES HERE HES HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

HIS MASTERCHEGF CARD IS FINALLY HERE

DO I HAVE TO REPEAT THAT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN OVER 3 YEARS THAT HE GETS A SR CARD???????? HIS LAST EVENT SR WAS HIS SCARY MONSTERS CARD IN 2020. THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME THAT WE HAVE A GROOVY THATS NOT FROM A SSR CARD

IM YELLING OHMYGOD LOOK AT HIM HES SO ADORABLE WE CAN SEE HIS EARS POKING THE HAT UNDERNEATH????????? HE LOOKS READY TO COOK A MEAN BREAKFAST FOR YOU

[osamucide]

will you guys hate me if i selfship with every single blue lock character

[ping-ski]

TOMODACHI LIFFFEEE GRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHJHJJ

[francixoxoxo]

OH OH OH AH OH MO NO WHATA HAPPENINTG

[xtlm]

happy wip wednesday

i've been stressed so i had to take it slow so i don't explode lol (deflates) might've been overly ambitious w/ this project but BABY STEPS i can do this i tihnk

[ihateloginwallsfuckyou]

i love ted i love etd i love ted myyyyyyy husband awwwww. everytime i see him i go omg there he is!!! my wonderful darling!!!!! my beautiful boy!!!!!!!!! my handsome lover!!!!! i see him . Wow. Hes just sooooo handsome awwwwwww . Hes so cute i love ted.... My husband who loves and adores me. me and ted btw . thats us if we were In the pool . trust me

[anruraiocht]

@hosannan sent:

It was always 'if we were given more time' and 'all the things to come' and a stir of 'almosts' but never quite enough to be anything more than 'one day.' Nanna slotted herself into this strange blindspot, where she knew there was a space for her if she turned her head at just the right angle not to make it up. But ordinations of multiple holidays passed—snow, then stars, then red skies falling apart. Was deja vu supposed to be so unassuming? Like a fate meant to be lived in, over and over, without question? She wanted to press on it, thumb a page until the ink split her pads. Black didn't suit us, Nanna thought, but I'd have rather stained myself writing verses than to slide backwards into nothing again. It would have been nice to seat herself beside Miranda, in this blindspot, until both their fires conquered the dark. It would have been nice.

But war is war, she thought— impassioned by a wave of tenderheartedness and the wear that came from grace. It called to everyone, forcing them to mouth spells instead of hellos, and twist wrists instead of bracelets. Nanna, yet again, fell into a rhythm—benevolence claiming her and the shape of her in other people. In these times, she was a princess. In these times, she swallowed petals and poised to be one, as the faith of others fell on her to heal the contrived of heart. In these times, she was a princess.

But she did wish she was more, sometimes. She did wish to be a friend.

When the dust settled and Nanna returned, she found herself yearning for the same thing. A moment to walk through a field of doves, to reveal herself ready this time. Accommodated, as she were, to knock on doors. To let in light. But it was hard when the doorframe was unlatched, and the divined buttresses were falling apart. It was hard, when stained glass panels were cracked and rubble was being shoveled out from under their feet. It was hard to be more than almost.

"…Miranda?" She called out steadily. "Is that you?"

"…How I wished to see you again." It was sincere. But what good was sincere when almosts always stood in the way?

The princess of Ulster is no stranger to leaving and returning to a place that had once been called 'home' in ruins. The crunch of strewn gravel underfoot and the tired eyes of the faces she passes are familiar in a way she wishes wasn't. The familiarity of picking up the pieces has almost become second nature now to the girl who has started over again and again.

Again and again, letters torn to shreds because a single drop of ink had soiled a pristine sheet of paper, necessitating a new one.

As always, she arrives after everything is already said and done. Close, always close, but always crossing that line just after everyone else had already crossed the next one. Always just out of step with everyone else, walking a path that diverges only just enough that she doesn't notice how big the gap is until it's already too late to join the rest.

Because she is a princess, of course.

Sometimes (most times, if she could allow herself to be more honest), Miranda wishes she could be on the other side of that line. That instead of listening to the lectures of advisors who wished in the depths of their hearts that she had been born a prince instead, she could have been here with the rest. That for once she could be an active participant and not an afterthought, weathering the storm with familiar faces instead of sitting in a room all alone. She is not callous enough to wish for strife, but perhaps when she had cut her finger looking through budget reports, she had wished that someone would have smiled at her gently as they took her hand in their own to heal the wound.

She had slept curled up in the room of her childhood, but could she truly call it the same room after everything that had happened?

There is familiarity in tragedy and tragedy does not care that even princesses are just girls.

Amidst all of the ruins, golden tresses seem at odds with the grim scene. Like a single patch of sunlight on a chilly autumn's morning, she seems warmer than everything else around her. A natural warmth and eyes that speak of regrowth; her appearance announces her far before her words do.

"Princess Nanna. I do not believe I was gone long enough that even you would forget my face."

Hand on her hip, Miranda scoffs, but her words lack bite. Because you see, even Ulster's fiery princess is a girl who longs to see her friends. To no longer be alone is no small relief, even when the circumstances are not the brightest.

She almost says 'I missed you, too,' but the words are burned to ash by that same fiery personality and die in her throat before meeting her tongue.

"Were you caught in... this, then?" is what she opts for instead.

[neenack]

OH MY GOD HE'S SO COOL

[vultursvolans]

UM WHAT THE HAIL

winter ......................... you cant just return unannounced like this ........... why are you always so full of surprises, my pumpkin pie?

im squishing both of your cheeks and smooch attacking you. someone's gonna have to pull me off of you i fear >:)

[seiwas]

bruh idc much abt biceps and arms n stuff but katsuki’s…………….