#Also favourite band

[tobysbadhorns]

Body type headcanons for the protagonists of stone ocean I can talk about them if you want.

[nilliby]

Forget 'Teenage angst' Paul, this guy is one of the nicest most funny people you've ever met

Hoping you guys see my vision here

what a legend

[journey-to-the-attic]

the rest of the cast got their new song covers, so i wanted to try putting the others in a band :>

i did want to make it look a bit like an album cover but i have no idea how those are designed so eh?? i also couldn't think of any band or album/song names so. if anyone has any ideas...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!

[slightlymad]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIAN MAY! ♡ — july 19, 1947

[ashthewaterghoul]

Ghoul kits are rarely born on the surface.

It’s just not ideal for kits to develop away from the infernal energies of the pits, and usually it leads to the parents being very protective.

So when Mountain is restlessly walking through the woods one night, he’s not entirely sure that he hears that little cry in the distance…

He finds a kit, around the size of a human toddler, maybe a little smaller. And absolutely no trace of the pit on them.

The little kit is dithering in the cold and curled up on his side.

Mountain’s heart aches as he rips off his own shirt to wrap around the tiny Ghoul.

As Mountain lifts the kit, cradling him against his chest, his soul bursts with the overwhelming need to care for the little life.

And maybe, he raises the little Ghoul by his own hand, keeping him as much a secret as he could. Earth Ghouls are very territorial and protective after all, add in the protectiveness for a kit away from Hell. And Mountain knows that if the kit’s birth parents ever tried to reclaim him, he would go APESHIT.

And maybe that Ghoul grows up to be Phantom.

So when Aether announces his retirement and Papa talks about needing a new Quint, Mountain goes against his want to keep his kit (albeit now a fully grown adult) all to himself,

“My kit knows how to play.”

I might turn this into a lil fic. Poll here if you’re interested!!

[sunshineandlyrics]

His laugh at the end 🥹

Charlie Sarsfield, the Director for Louis' Out of My System MV posted this on his tiktok, 17 July 2024.

[sakuraspoke]

31 days of ghost // day 4 - favourite song from: infestissumam ⸸

He is divinity omniscient Seeing the world revolve with spite The surge of humanity oblivious To the divine whom bringeth light Let there be night Weave us a mist, fog weaver Hide us in shadows, fog weaver Come, mist eternal Come, mist eternal Come, secular haze

[bee-can-art]

We Need To Talk music video my beloved <3

• Click for better quality (17/07/2024)

[ 2019 version | 2020 version ]

[weevilsdaily]

life update: saw hozier today and phoned my girlfriend during like real people do so we could dance together even if we couldn’t be there together

[emily-mooon]

Did an album redraw of Neil as the cover for Get Ready by New Order

(Colour version ↓)

The original album cover for the curious cats

[autoboros]

Is Kim squid or octo? Why does he even look like that?

Very glad you asked since I've been wanting to draw this for a while

Kim is a vampire squid - but he looks more like an octoling. He doesn't look like an inkling because vampire squids aren't actually squids- They're their own thing, which I feel allows room for pretty unique interpretations (glances backwards at my 3 very different vamp squid ocs)

And vampire squids don't have suctions, instead having small, fleshy spikes lining their arms. This is why Kim has spiked hair. Though, he turned his hair over so the spikes are on the top side because they would always bug him being in his face. And he likes how it looks

[sacrosanction]

✶ — cross the patron saint of switchblade fights

[miauwenn]

my newest hobby is making shitty devo doodles

[wickedwanchii]

I want to welcome every shadow Instead of taking every one to battle

Happy birthday to the greatest boy ever - 07/01/2024

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 9 - prompt 9: Owl [word count 631]

Sirius had woken up early that day, so early he had heard James get up from his bed and quietly walk out of their dorm. He hadn’t slept well, which wasn’t surprising, but at least he hadn’t had nightmares this time, and that was depressingly rare. Still, he didn’t manage to fall back asleep so he ended up padding across the room to Remus’s bed. Taking a deep breath, he slightly pulled aside the curtain. Burrowed under the covers as always, Remus opened an eye.

“Sirius?” he yawned.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius couldn’t help but saying.

That had been a bad idea. They had all become fast friends since their ride to Hogwarts a couple of months before, but that only meant he should preserve that friendship, not be his usual annoying self that could so easily alienate them, the same exact way he had alienated his own mother by just being himself.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again.

He made to let the curtain go, but Remus pushed himself up and gently took his hand in his.

“Worried about turning twelve today?” he smiled.

Sirius could just nod. As always, Remus had guessed what jumbled thoughts were running through his brain. His first birthday since starting Hogwarts, his first birthday away from home, away from Regulus. His first birthday since his parents had labeled him a disgrace to the family name.

“Come in,” Remus said.

Sirius obeyed, burying himself under the blankets by Remus’s side.

“I just want to forget what day it is,” he confessed. “I’ll just imagine it’s not my birthday, it’s a useless day anyway.”

“It’s not,” Remus hugged him tightly. “I for one am really glad you were born. And so are James and Peter.”

Sirius didn’t answer. He just buried his head in the other boy’s shoulder and let himself be held until he fell asleep again.

When he woke up, Remus wasn’t by his side. Sirius blinked a couple of times then sat up, his eyes landing on a tray with freshly baked chocolate muffins and a steaming pot of tea at the foot of the bed, sat right by a cage from where a barn owl was looking at him curiously.

“And who are you?” Sirius asked.

“He’s up boys,” Peter’s voice said from behind the bed curtains.

A second later, the curtains had been thrown back and James, Peter and Remus had launched themselves at Sirius.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIRI!!!” they chorused, almost knocking him out while the owl hooted in protest.

“Here, have a birthday muffin,” Remus said, shoving one in his hands while he took two for himself.

“Thank you,” Sirius said, looking at his friends then back at the cage. “What’s with the owl?”

“It’s your birthday present,” James beamed. “From all of us. You know, since your parents don’t allow you to use the family one anymore and you’re always having to use one of the school owls to write your brother back home.”

“You… You got me my own owl?” Sirius stared at James.

“James’s parents chose him, James went to the owlery this morning to collect him,” Peter smiled.

“But it was Remus’s idea,” James added. “The whole thing.”

“I…” Sirius swallowed, feeling tears prickling his eyes, but for once they weren’t the bad kind of tears. “Thank you.”

“How are you going to call him?” Peter asked, pouring the tea in the four mugs piled on the tray.

“Oh, that’s easy,” Sirius smiled, opening the cage and offering a piece of muffin to the owl, who took it and pecked him affectionately on the finger. “His name is Gryffin.”

He cautiously petted the owl’s head, all the bad feelings of when he had first woken up that morning gone. Maybe turning twelve wouldn’t be so bad after all.