#I want to give her kisses

[aaandbackstabbed]

Scrooge: can I trust you, Goldie?

Goldie: if you like. But where’s the fun in that

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

*sighs dreamily* Irene 💗💞💓💖💓💞💗💓💞💖

[cowboythewizard726]

this is the falin touden post gather around and look at her majestic beauty. i need you too look at her. please. i am begging. you need to see beautiful wonderful girl.

[deadpoets]

SOLDIER, POET, KING by The Oh Hellos

[bloominglegumes]

whoever recently sent me the ask about jazzprowl yuri i deleted it by accident im so sorry but i fully agree. world is harsh and cold tiddy soft and warm

[kidovna]

portrait of my dog

[mr-president]

dubious little creature: rotund pyro

[mellohiizz]

finally managed to finish this. i forgot how fun it is to draw pretty girls, so here's some more genderbend ls designs :3 they're a little rushed, but i still like them.

[eerna]

me explaining why Will/Elizabeth/Jack love triangle was a perfect little one-movie arc that wasn't present in the final movie because it was never about choosing and instead just about dynamics and character development so they all outgrew it by then

[dollypopup]

"Penelope should have chosen Debling!"

My sister in Christ. . .he literally dumped her???

Like just before Colin Bridgerton was on his knees after outrunning her carriage to profess how he can't stop thinking about her in his love me, choose me, I'm yours speech, Debling did the Regency equivalent of calling her a floozy who would undoubtedly cheat on him when he abandoned her for several years to chase his passions (because she would never be one of said passions since she asked outright if he could ever come to care for her and he went 'hmmmm seems unlikely! good thing you have solitary hobbies to occupy you instead!') when he has been given 0 evidence of such other than realizing she liked to look out the window because she had a crush on the boy across the street. I was ready to challenge that man to a duel for Pen's honor

His feelings for her were middling at best, I mean Christ on a Pogostick, after he asked her mum for permission to propose he isn't even happy when he opens the door and Pen is there? She's looking like a snack- nay, a whole ass MEAL, and he can't even smile? He just nods at her and dips the fuck out? You don't think it would kill Penelope to know that both her sisters have husbands who absolutely adore them and she's out here with an absent dude who likely won't even write to her?

Portia's 'Love is make believe!' speech is so transparently full of shit when you realize that we've got Dankworth who is so obsessed with Prudence that he makes heart eyes at her every waking moment and considers her his little bonbon and Albion who loves Phillipa so much that he was waiting for her to consent to sex (not realizing she didn't know what it was) for two entire years because he would never pressure her and so he was content with finishing in his pants when he kissed her to make sure she was comfortable. And you want Penelope to settle for a life of loneliness? When Colin is so besotted with her that he dreams of her and breaks every societal expectation in the book as a notorious People Pleaser to run after her and cannot even wait for the morning after being intimate with her to introduce her as his wife to his family in the middle of the night? You want her to turn down Mr "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible" Bridgerton? For LORD PENGUIN?

Be so serious right now

[polinsated]

[maru-alidades]

leave all your love and your longing behind you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

[atlasisnothere]

one of the most wild things about rolling into the torchwood fandom a good fifteen years late is scrolling through the popular works on ao3 and seeing the sheer amount of hatred and vitriol that so many people held for gwen cooper. like??? fighting for my life here having to filter out multiple variations of the gwen bashing/anti-gwen-tag and even then some writers have such an unconscious dislike for the character that they'll slip nasty OOC characterisation in anyway. and it always seems to stem from this idea that she was 'stealing' jack's affections away from ianto but like. did these people not notice that the insane-straight-baiting-codependent-thing gwen and jack had going on was two-sided. did they miss the fact that literally every relationship in this show is toxic to at least some degree. some of these fics were rendered almost cartoonish in their going out of the way to point out how terrible and whiny they saw gwen to be. it all seems as yet another case in the epidemic of taking the woman perceived to be 'getting in the way' of a popular mlm ship and exaggerating or simply fabricating negative traits in order to justify shoving her to the wayside by proclaiming that she's a terrible person but. my god. gwen cooper my messy and flawed woman you will always be famous to me.

[carelessapples]

fuckign. creature

[br1ghtestlight]

btw. if you even care

[chucapybara]

a shorter blurb because i'm so tired rn but i would be happy to see others expound on this

laying in a flower field with arlecchino, beyond the walls of the court. it's you, of course, who had taken her hand, twined your fingers together, and pulled her off into a boat. the laughter and amusement that springs from your attempts to steer the little vessel, until arle kisses your cheek and mans the controls to sail where you wish to go.

you find a verdant field, wildflowers growing. she thinks it's a little too bright for her but when she's with you she doesn't mind, not at all. she lays with you, the grass and buds tickling her palms and her cheek; the sun is eclipsed by the shadow of you, most pleasant. her thumb trails across your cheek, and her heart hums. just for you.

you lean down to kiss her, anywhere on her sweet countenance, but purposely evading her mouth, to her mild disdain. still, she relishes every touch, and the softest of curves lilt on her lips; your kisses are sweet as honey, peppering all over. you trap her in your arms, and there is nowhere else to go.

"my love. arle," you murmur, and there is nowhere else she would rather be: with you, bringing her into the gentle sun, loving her in the daylit dew of the morn. no one else could make the day as kind to her as you do.