#Such freaks ✨

[potato-sports-fan]

batmarc and joker-ossi

“it’s not about the money, it’s about sending a message.”

(Just a quick drawing, nothing too polished cause I have homework)

[black-and-yellow]

Don't think for a second I forgot about these terrors.

[leclerical]

This has been one of my favorite 1633 photos for a while now, and i think i just figured out why!

Look at Max's hands

Does anyone else remember the show "Pushing Daisies?" Of course you do, this is tumblr. There's a scene where Ned the baker and Chuck are walking, and because they cannot touch (for plot reasons), they hold their own hands clasped together behind themselves. I wish i could find the image, but i don't need to—look at Max's hands

I wonder sometimes if Max does this kind of thing unconsciously to accommodate Charles and his cat-like avoidance of touch. Max is forever hovering, waiting for an opening to clutch an arm or that curve where the neck meets the shoulder or a hand. Holding his own hands, waiting for Charles to reach out for his first

[stanuristheman]

Tangled (2010) Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure S2E19 “Rapunzeltopia” (2019)

[Gif descriptions: Gif 1: Eugene about to scream. Gif 2: Rapunzel saying: Please don’t freak out! Gif 3: Eugene freaking out and saying: I’m not freaking out. Are you freaking out? Gif 4: Eugene saying: No, I’m just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities it possesses. Gif 5: Eugene saying: How long has it been doing that exactly? Gif 6: Dream Rapunzel looking confused and saying: Okay… Gif 7: Real Rapunzel saying: Try not to freak out. Gif 8: Dream Rapunzel freaking out and saying: Try not to freak out? Hahaha! Gif 9: Dream Rapunzel saying: Oh, why would I freak out? Meeting myself is perfectly normal, right? Trust me. Gif 10: Dream Rapunzel saying: I am not freaking out.]

[cosmicourple]

oh cool

WAIT WHAT

@tumblingdownthefoxden CONGRATULATIONS ON UR SHIP NAME GETTING MENTIONED 😭

[castieldelamancha]

"Do you regret it?"

A pair of piercing blue eyes find his in an instant. They are framed by a headful of white hair, Dean's own hair went white way before Cas, thinning slightly, but there is still enough for Castiel's fingers to gently comb through as the day ends and they lay together in bed.

Those blue eyes, now adorned with deep wrinkles, are still as alive as they once were, years ago, when they first met and neither of them would have been able to imagine they were going to end where they are now.

What only makes Dean even more sure about Castiel having kept a bit of his grace after letting it go for the last time.

Castiel doesn't need him to explain himself, of course. And it still gets Dean, a blow directly to his chest, it leaves him breathless, the telltale prickle of tears in his eyes, it leaves him speechless, to be known like this, so intimately, his very soul cradled by gentle hands from the moment they took him out of Hell.

It also isn't the first time he has ever asked the same question.

It was Castiel's first morning as a human, a permanent state now, no take backs.

It all scared Dean shitless.

Naked and entwined under the sunrise's glow, the first of many, and yet Dean felt it was more an ending than a beginning, thoughts running wild in his mind.

"Do you regret it?"

No 'good morning', no 'how did you sleep?', Dean had to open his big mouth and ruin it all first thing in the morning. Just in case he doesn't regret it, Dean had scolded himself, you can show him how clingy and insecure you can be.

Castiel had given him a bemused look back then, realisation slowly dawning on him. One of Castiel's hand found the one Dean had wrapped over his hip, their fingers tangling.

"I love you." That's all he had told Dean back then.

It was the second time and Dean had almost braced for the worst, but the walls remained as solid as they always were, the world kept spinning and his whole world was still there, safely tucked between his arms.

Castiel didn't say anything else. And it was enough, and maybe Dean could be enough too.

The memory washes over him and it seems to blend with the present moment as Castiel's hand finds his, just like Cas had reached out to him all those years ago. His hands have changed, rough with work, wrinkled and speckled with freckles, kisses from the Sun that Dean graces with his own lips now, raising their joined hands towards his face.

Castiel watches him, a reserved smile on his face.

"I love you."

That's all he tells Dean. He has told him so many times he lost count years ago and there is no fear now, the walls of their little home stay the same, and the earth keeps spinning and his whole world is now cradling his face between his hands, fingertips tracing Dean's own wrinkles.

This time around, though, Castiel takes a deep breath, gives Dean a reassuring smile, "I wouldn't trade a lifetime with you for an empty eternity without you," like he can read his mind he adds, before Dean can even say it out loud, "getting old is complicated, but I-"

"Still worthy, doing it beside you." Dean interrupts.

"Yes, Dean, exactly," Castiel nods his head, "do you regret it?"

"Never." Dean doesn't even let him finish the question.

Castiel laughs quietly, it's not a teasing thing, it's just this joy inside his chest, filling it to the brim, so big and bright it has to be let out somehow.

Castiel could tell Dean he is being dumb, that after their lives here are said and done they both know they will find each other again, in a place where time won't matter and all this aching joints and slow steps and poor vision will be gone. And still, he doesn't, it's not only about dying or getting old, is also about Cas losing such a big part of himself, his powers, his wings, Castiel knows that. The fact he himself has long made his peace with it doesn't mean Dean has stopped worrying about it.

So instead he says, still holding Dean's face, still following the deep lines of his wrinkles, "what would even be the point of flying if you weren't there waiting for me to land?"

"I love you too, Cas." And if his voice breaks and fails none of them pay it any mind, he wouldn't want to fly away either without a safe place to land.

[self-indulgentmanic]

AND HERE COMEA AKIRA WITH THE ELBOW DROP

[facesofdropout]

You are in the meat sweats with some long pork,

[broomiepen]

{{ECHOTALE}} Frans

Request by @shorukarts ✨ 1/5

[cursedwithcaution]

gus and mattholomule are soooo aroace with each other like they have ascended beyond friendship, romance, sexuality. they’re just two little guys. not so much rivals to friends to lovers as much as all three at the same time, existing in a delicate balance of chaos and order, illusion and construction. they hate each other, they begrudgingly respect each other, they wake up one day and realize they can’t live without each other. they confuse everyone around them with their autistic aroace swag yet somehow it makes all the sense. they are beyond comprehension, independent and yet inextricable from each other. and i think that’s nice

[boobearymuch]

[starleska]

✨🎵 are you ready for trouble? got you binge watching! 🎵✨

[cosmicourple]

y’all, Neal Illustrator’s vers of Poseidon n Zeus are giving me,,,,,,, thoughts. Lots of Ody’ involved thoughts :D. specifically masochistic, power-shifting, and wound fucking thoughts—

[aether-link]

Seriously though, all the screen shots, all game play and constantly seeing Amir in the arsenal when editing colours/changing gear. I SWEAR, He has some sort of 5 o’clock shadow?! PLEASE I FEEL LIKE IM TRIPPING. AAAAAAAA

[celestial-castiel]

yknow how Castiel mentions liking peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches, but definitely not jam cause, "jam i found unsettling"? clearly he had food preferences and cared about texture.

based on that, I'm pretty sure he would NOT like those gummies with juice in them. I kinda doubt he'd really care for any gummies, but definitely the juice-filled ones are way weirder.

[wikitpowers]

“Herondales were always flames... They loved and suffered as if they would burn away with the sheer force of their own fire."