#And this butterfly did fly

[junebugtwin]

Critters have feelings fronm the movie hoodwinked is a rachel lindt song listen listen to me you habe to listen tto the song ad youll get it please i have a fmaily

[sp4mja]

Anyway, I usually depict Fit as a gator and Pac as a bird, and I like to think of their relationship as the mutualism you can find in some birds and crocodiles.

The crocodile can close its mouth at any moment and devour the bird, but it decides not to because the bird helps it. And the bird knows the crocodile can hurt it, but it decides to approach anyway.

Of course, the gator never contemplates the idea of the bird hurting it, its not possible right? But in the case of Fit, Pac and their promise, it did happen. The bird hurt the gator, and he was stunned that it happened.

And even after that, they are still as close as ever....

I just like their relationship and the weird ways it can be interpreted

[caramelmochacrow]

happy birthday rui-rui!!!!!

[thirstyvampyr]

just watched 7x10 and im???

long hair mickey??

the fingers grabbing ian’s collar??

"i have a boyfriend" yeah right bitch shut the fuck up lmao

noel you whore what else that tongue do??

the tiniest "fuck" as ian brushes mickey’s neck??

that belt snatching??

THE HAND HOLDING??

the upside down kiss??

"let’s ride"

[citrusflowerss]

i love how it became a general consensus that clementine would be a jock in a highschool au but in canon the only sport she ever did was soccer bc her mom made her and she said she hated it 😭

[cocrante]

Every year, in June, I take care of our monarch butterfly caterpillars. I nurture them in a safe environment, away from the elements and various animals. We monitor them until the cocoons hatch and even afterward — with care and attention, we help them become familiar with their new bodies. A newly emerged butterfly is confused and disoriented, taking hesitant steps with heavy and sluggish wings. But in just a few hours, it will be able to soar amidst the colourful and fragrant fields.

The one you see in the photo is the sixth butterfly born. Its wings are still crumpled, and it moves hesitantly. Slowly, however, it begins to familiarize itself with the surrounding environment. In just over two hours, it unfolded its wings and attempted its first flight tests. Once confident in its ability to fly, it spread its wings and soared high towards the blue sky.

[ms-hells-bells]

His name is squilliam. Say hi squilliam.

[hauntingblue]

Daily reminder I love luffy

[starstruckpurpledragon]

To the beautiful butterfly trying to get in through my closed bedroom window. I'm sorry, but I've had enough wasps this last year and though I love you and you are so pretty... please lets not add more bugs into this house this year?

[varjopeura]

I have strangled countless butterflies yet the flutters in my stomach remain

A personal piece from a few years back. Found this while going through my old art and decided to clean it up and post it, since I do quite like it.

[thejunkyardafewblocksfromhere]

It gets harder to keep trying to hold on Watch our hopes take wing Wave at them when they're gone Plunge like suicides from rooftops Break our ankles when we land And bless the arrows That strike us where we stand -Hail Saint Sebastian, The Mountain Goats

[todayisafridaynight]

THE MOLE SONG!!!!!!!!! PLEASE ENJOY I AM SO EXCITED TO TALK (ALWAYS AM BUT!!!!!)

HEY I SAVED OFF ON ANSWERING THIS UNTIL I FINISHED THE MOVIE AND IN THE SHORTEST REVIEW POSSIBLE

THAT WAS DEFINITELY A MOVIE™️

[afieldinengland]

loveliest possible butterfly update: moved it and the thing of sugar water from the grass to on top of the log-pile last night because i was worried about it getting harmed or eaten— went out this morning and it had managed to right itself but wasn’t flapping yet. was sat up in my room just now and it genuinely flew in the window, fluttered about on the sill for a bit, and then flew away into the day strong as anything

[kiilonova]

shoutout to people whose nonbinary-ness is the least interesting thing about them

[thelostboys87]

grief will have you wondering if you’re being lovingly haunted receiving signs from your loved ones from the other side etc but most of the time it is not as aesthetic or glamorous it’s shit like ‘now how did that white feather end up on the stovetop’

[2hightocare]

PRINCESS TREATMENT ✷

“In a world of boys’ he’s a gentleman” mini series—

Synopsis: Jungkook simply does everything to make you happy..

Genre: established relationship!

Warnings: pure fucking fluff… (seriously makes me wanna jump in oncoming traffic) jungkook is a bright green flag, he’s love language is “acts of service” (can be read as a standalone but I recommend reading the first part)

a/n: we all deserve oc and jungkooks kinda love.. I’m turning this into a mini series since a lot of people enjoyed it🤍

for @ohsweetmimosa !!

Falling in love was always something that you wanted, your face has always been shoved into pages of books, wondering when it would be your turn to experience that type of love. Your mom would always tell you that your expectations were too high and that no man could ever be as perfect as a fictional man.

Until you met him.

There were no words in the dictionary to describe him. No words to describe how beautifully his eyes would sparkle whenever he would tell you he loves you, the way his thumb would caress you whenever you would hold hands, or the way he would kiss away the tears that would escape your eyes.

You a hundred percent believed God made men, and sent Jungkook as an apology.

“When did you learn to braid hair…?” You curiously ask, with a slight hint of jealousy in your tone, making Jungkook laugh behind you as his fingers thread the three strands of hair repeatedly. “Watched a YouTube tutorial,” he chuckles, trying so hard not to pull your hair.

“What for..?” You stare at the mirror in front of you with the goofiest smile plastered on your face, watching your boyfriend with no shirt, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he carefully braids your hair with his lip between his teeth.

“You always braid your hair but then complain your arms hurt from keeping them up for so long soo… why not make myself useful.” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal.

Your heart did a cartwheel, might have exploded in your chest from how fast it’s beating. But nothing new. You were so accustomed to the feeling of butterflies flying in your stomach whenever he would do or say something to you.

He drops the most beautiful phrases anyone has ever told you so casually, like it was normal. But that was your normal since you met him.

You would hear your friends talk shit about their boyfriends, how they did something or what they didn’t do, but you really just never had anything bad to say about Jungkook. He basically took "Princess treatment" to another level.

You never had to ask for flowers, never had to pull out a chair, never had to open a door, never had to enter a car freezing... because Jungkook being Jungkook went out twenty minutes earlier to turn on the heater before you would get in.

Never had to worry about leaving your wallet at home when the only thing in your bag is lip gloss. Never having to turn on your brain whenever he was around.

Locked doors? Where are the house keys? Did you leave your curler on? Jungkook got it.

“That’s so much better than mine,” you point to his ice cream as your eyes widen from how the creamy flavors melt into your mouth. “So bo—mb!” You muffle out from the mouthful of ice cream shoved into your mouth.

“Let me try yours,” he opens his mouth, waiting for you to send a spoonful of your cookies and cream into his mouth. “Here comes the airplane! Brrr,” you try making airplane noises as your hand does a weird twirl before inserting the spoonful of ice cream into your smiley boyfriend.

“Mhm,” he nods his head, humming loudly, watching you smile at him.

“I actually like yours better, baby. Let’s trade?” Jungkook hands you his small cup of ice cream as you nod happily, while you hand him yours.

Jungkook watches with the biggest smile on his face while inserting another spoonful of the creamy content as he watches you eating the new ice cream flavor enthusiastically, hearing you rave about the new book you have just finished reading and how dumb the main character is.

Jungkook's heart aches, sizing double its size, beating hard in his chest. Your cheeks and nose are rosy from the cold outside the car. You both didn’t care about eating ice cream in the middle of cold December; you guys took it as a challenge on who would get sick first.

He laughs at the lighthearted jokes you threw at him, while you take another big spoonful of the chunky ice cream that was his not so long ago.

Little did you know that he really didn’t like your ice cream flavor.

When Jungkook first met you, he knew from the start that he was a goner. The way you smile at him, how your eyes will have a small glint on them whenever you look at him, or the way you would scrunch your nose if you found something funny or cute.

It took him by surprise when you pulled the move on him, thinking you found something disgusting when you first did it.

“I will literally eat you right now!” You scrunch your nose at your smiling boyfriend who’s slightly kneeling for you to be able to see your initial carved into his haircut.

“So that means you like it?” Jungkook stands up and spins to face you. You stare up at him, his dimples on full display looking down at you with your cute outfit he helped you pick on FaceTime.

“I fucking love it baby!! I have the urge to crawl inside your skin,” you bite your lip containing the laugh you’re trying hard to contain, failing miserably when Jungkook raises an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. “That’s… cute,” he replies before kissing off the little nose scrunch he loves so much off your face.

“Is that like your ‘cutie mark’?” You quip, your arms wrapping themselves around his shoulders. “Cutie mark?” He asks, a hint of interest in his voice while he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“You never watched My Little Pony?” You fake gasp, eyes widening.

“I’ve heard of it, but me sitting down to watch ponies with superpowers… yeah, no.” Jungkook squeezes your waist as he explains.

“You suck,” you roll your eyes playfully sticking your tongue out before entangling yourself off his arms and making your way to the couch.

“Come big baby, we are watching My Little Pony.” You pat the empty couch space beside you.

He watched every season... all nine seasons with you.

Jungkook just wanted to make your life easier; you were always known for being “Miss Independent” in your family and amongst your friends, but here you were letting a man put your heels on for you.

“Too loose or…?” Your boyfriend looks up to you from his kneeling-down position in front of you.

“You look really good on your knees, sir.” You say instead with a sly smirk on your face, ignoring his question. “Pshh,” he rolls his eyes as he chuckles, tying a bow on your lace-up heels.

“Since when do you not flirt back?” You pout watching your boyfriend repeat his actions on the other foot. “Since we are late... and can’t be any more late.” He looks up with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Psh, okay.” You blow out in defeat as your boyfriend chuckles underneath you.

“Come on princess, let's go!” He stands up, giving you a hand for you to stand up off the bed.

The long rides to your guys' destinations were your favorite; Jungkook had given you the “passenger princess” award ever since you set foot in his car. He even installed a light-up mirror on your sun visor whenever you needed to fix your hair or makeup in the car.

Jungkook would listen to your little playlists. He still remembers when you explained to him that each playlist has a different emotion, which made him laugh. Now, anytime you played a song, he would ask you what emotion you were feeling right now.

“What emotion are you feeling right now baby?” He squeezes your thigh as he stops at a red light. The reddish hue illuminates your guy's face. “In love,” you turn your head to the side, staring at your boyfriend who’s already looking at you.

His eyes twinkle as he stares at you, a big smile adorns his face. As you mirror his actions before leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips, his eyelids immediately flutter close.

“‘Cause I got my mind on you... I’ve got my mind on you.”

Plays softly from the car speaker; you smile into the kiss. “I love you.” He whispers softly. “I love you.” You whisper back.