#I’m going to cry

[wormswurld]

ohhhhhhh oh oh h ohhhoh h hhhg ohhhhh

[fuckassphannie]

If only he knew…

[lewdo]

GUYS NO 🥹🥹🥹 LOOK AT LANDOS GRANDPA LOOKING DOWN AT THEM ALL TAKING THE TEAM PHOTO

[dolly-is-cool]

okay. the thing about tpp is i don’t WANT a ‘bittersweet’ or a ‘hopeful’ or a ‘realistic’ ending. i want juno steel to be damseled, nureyev (and rita, hopeful arinko crime family) to rescue him, i want audio-only kisses and an the-owl-house/alice-isnt-dead style time skip where they are happy and safe and together. i want an apology WITH TEARS for what this podcast has PUT ME THROUGH. is that rlly to much to ask Kevin Vibert and Harley Takagi Kaner??? IS IT??

[sagecielle]

I deleted my social everything but since I’m back - my favourite piece!!

[kruemel8]

They are trying to kill me, aren’t they?!

[sinukiyo]

I’m sorry but this scene…THIS SCENE…

“Matthias cast an uneasy glance at the guards’ backs, visible through the doorway. “Ignore them,” she said. “Why haven’t you kissed me, Matthias?”

“This isn’t the time—”

“Is it because of what I am? Is it because you still fear me?”

“No.”

She paused, and he could see her struggling with what she wanted to say. “Is it because of the way I behaved on the ship? The way I acted the other night … when I tried to get you to give me the rest of the parem?”

“How can you think that?”

“You’re always calling me shameless. I guess … I guess I’m ashamed.” She shuddered. “It’s like wearing a coat that doesn’t fit.”

“Nina, I gave you my oath.”

“But—”

“Your enemies are my enemies, and I will stand with you against any foe—including this accursed drug.”

She shook her head as if he was speaking nonsense. “I don’t want you to be with me because of an oath, or because you think you need to protect me, or because you think you owe me some stupid blood debt.”

“Nina—” he started, then stopped. “Nina, I am with you because you let me be with you. There is no greater honor than to stand by your side.”

“Honor, duty. I get it.”

Her temper he could bear, but her disappointment was unacceptable. Matthias knew only the language of war. He did not have the words for this. “Meeting you was a disaster.”

She raised a brow. “Thank you.”

Djel, he was terrible at this. He stumbled on, trying to make her understand. “But I am grateful every day for that disaster. I needed a cataclysm to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide.”

“I,” she said, planting a hand on her hip, “am a delicate flower.”

“You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.”

“And what would you prefer?” she said, eyes blazing, the slightest quaver to her voice. “A proper Fjerdan girl who wears high collars and dunks herself in cold water whenever she has the urge to do something exciting?”

“That isn’t what I meant!”

She sidled closer to him. Again, his eyes strayed to the guards. Their backs were turned, but Matthias knew they must be listening, no matter what language he and Nina were speaking. “What are you so afraid of?” she challenged. “Don’t look at them, Matthias. Look at me.”

He looked. It was a struggle not to look. He loved seeing her in Fjerdan clothes, the little woolly vest, the full sweep of her skirts. Her green eyes were bright, her cheeks pink, her lips slightly parted. It was too easy to imagine himself kneeling like a penitent before her, letting his hands slide up the white curves of her calves, pushing those skirts higher, past her knees to the warm skin of her thighs. And the worst part was that he knew how good she would feel. Every cell in his body remembered the press of her naked body that first night in the whaling camp. “I … There is no one I want more; there is nothing I want more than to be overwhelmed by you.”

“But you don’t want to kiss me?”

“He inhaled slowly, trying to bring order to his thoughts. This was all wrong.

“In Fjerda—” he began.

“We’re not in Fjerda.”

He needed to make her understand. “In Fjerda,” he persisted, “I would have asked your parents for permission to walk out with you.”

“I haven’t seen my parents since I was a child.”

“We would have been chaperoned. I would have dined with your family at least three times before we were ever left alone together.”

“We’re alone together now, Matthias.”

“I would have brought you gifts.”

Nina tipped her head to one side. “Go on.”

“Winter roses if I could afford them, a silver comb for your hair.”

“I don’t need those things.”

“Apple cakes with sweet cream.”

“I thought drüskelle didn’t eat sweets.”

“They’d all be for you,” he said.

“You have my attention.”

“Our first kiss would be in a sunlit wood or under a starry sky after a village dance, not in a tomb or some dank basement with guards at the door.”

“Let me get this straight,” Nina said. “You haven’t kissed me because the setting isn’t suitably romantic?”

“This isn’t about romance. A proper kiss, a proper courtship. There’s a way these things should be done.”

“For proper thieves?” The corners of her beautiful mouth curled and for a moment he was afraid she would laugh at him, but she simply shook her head and drew even nearer. Her body was the barest breath from his now. The need to close that scrap of distance was maddening.

“The first day you showed up at my house for this proper courtship, I would have cornered you in the pantry,” she said. “But please, tell me more about Fjerdan girls.”

“They speak quietly. They don’t engage in flirtations with every single man they meet.”

“I flirt with the women too.”

“I think you’d flirt with a date palm if it would pay you any attention.”

“If I flirted with a plant, you can bet it would stand up and take notice. Are you jealous?”

“All the time.”

“I’m glad. What are you looking at, Matthias?” The low thrum of her voice vibrated straight through him.

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, whispering softly. “Nothing.”

“Matthias, are you praying?”

“Possibly.”

“For restraint?” she said sweetly.

“You really are a witch.”

“I’m not proper, Matthias.”

“I am aware of this.” Miserably, keenly, hungrily aware.

“And I’m sorry to inform you, but you’re not proper either.”

His gaze dropped to her now. “I—”

“How many rules have you broken since you met me? How many laws? They won’t be the last. Nothing about us will ever be proper,” she said. She tilted her face up to his. So close now it was as if they were already touching. “Not the way we met. Not the life we lead. And not the way we kiss.”

“She went up on tiptoe, and that easily, her mouth was against his. It was barely a kiss—just a quick, startling press of her lips.

Before she could even think of moving away, he had hold of her. He knew he was probably doing everything wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to worry, because she was in his arms, her lips were parting, her hands were twining around his neck, and sweet Djel, her tongue was in his mouth. No wonder Fjerdans were so cautious about courtship. If Matthias could be kissing Nina, feeling her nip at his lip with her clever teeth, feel her body fitted against his own, hear her release that little sigh in the back of her throat, why would he ever bother doing anything else? Why would anyone?”

[sobsinfrench]

What if I just started crying huh

WHAT IF I JUST GOT DOWN ON MY KNEES AND SOBBED

The finale had me in shambles

[scarletsp1der]

I’m finally done.

I just went fuck it with this at the end. I didn’t want to keep on adding shit 😭

Graphite brush was my last hope guys bear with me.

Fuck the cape btw. Ts was hard

fyi this was supposed to be a silly 1hr drawing. It took me a month but 6 hours in total to finish.

canon!!

[shima-draws]

NINTENDO ANNOUNCED A PAPER MARIO: THE THOUSAND-YEAR DOOR REMAKE

[hcneyedpng]

oh so that’s what happened

(x)

[thaltro]

*gift for you :)* I really like your art ! I had time to draw this evening for the first time in a while, so i decided to let my brain win and draw Psych

HOLY SHIT THIS ONE IS REALLY GOOD IM GOING TO CRY. he definitely would say that 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 thank you so much I don’t deserve this it’s so lovely

[vaggie-not-vagina]

Headcanonssss <3

1- Adam has freckles on his shoulders from being out in the sun so long without proper clothes and Lute likes to sit there and make constellations of them and give them names.

2- Lute has battle scars, and she isn’t too fond of them but Adam loves to put his hands over them and make little comments about they were “meant to be” due to their scars being in similar places.

3- Lute was earthborn and loved the Beetlejuice movie and once she found out how to stream things in heaven from earth, she made Adam watch it and he was grinning like a child when he saw Beetlejuice and saw how similar they were to each other.

4- Adam can never seem to focus but when Lute has a certain tone like she’s demanding he pays attention, he can’t even think about anything else but her words and he loves it about her because she’s the only woman to ever put him in his place; but he refuses to admit it.

5- They both hate PDA but for different reasons; so the second they’re left alone they just smother each other with a tone of kisses and go back to normal before anyone comes back.

6- After the incident, Lute would plant kisses around the wound on his back while preening Adam’s wings and it makes Adam feel so much better.

7 - Adam helped Lute get use to her prosthetic and would go with her to work on gripping things and stuff and the first time she hugged him without even having to struggle with moving her arm, He about squealed from how proud he was.

8- They both joke about how stupid the other one is regarding certain things, but it’s how they flirt.

9- Adam wraps his wings around Lute when they sleep because it makes him feel like he’s the one protecting her for once.

[azfellsbkshp]

ellie’s drawing of joel vs joel’s drawing of ellie

[floofmymoo]

When you are a lonely aligned plus size gay trans man with ginger and white hair who is in love with an eye aligned he/they bisexual with beautiful brown skin and long ish hair who will probably never like you back-

[peterp-kinnie]

Thought that I was going to have a nice evening and then remembered that when Patroclus died, so did Achilles’s last tie to his humanity.

Someone kill me