#YESSSSS god

[archersgoon]

anyway. froi rocking up to the citavita in the knee high sandals you will always be famous

[voiceofsword]

assorted doodles (+an edit) for a god au friend and i have been rambling about

[ordordordordord]

Some Reitash inspired by the recent Oda illustration <3

[copepods]

i think this is the wilburest looking wilbur ive ever drawn. ive finally done it

[sporesgalaxy]

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i would die for the shark in under paris but that's probably unnecessary to say considering she'd kill me without hesitation. icon. keep killing bestie i love the way you snack on humans you are a star

[torchstelechos]

Maybe it's just me but the most cathartic part of the Bigfrin fight was that Siffrin got to chuck Euphrasie, like I get its not her fault BUT FUCK DID IT FEEL GOOD

[kolyubov]

WOAH ‼️‼️ WHY'S EVERYONE SO PRETTY HELLO¿

[raitnrong]

maizula is so good bc i feel that mai would understand extremely well how suffocating azula's life is right under her father's thumb. sure azula has more free reign and more power and handles herself better than the rest of them, but mai could probably identify with the expectations placed by a parent more than anyone else. plus she's pretty perceptive. it's totally obv to see that azula's free, but not really free, yanno?

anyway,,, tldr: maizula oneshot modern au where mai gets tattoos and azula mocks and pretends shes not interested in them but is secretly obsessed n jealous bc her father is way stricter in an unspoken sense. mai easily reads between the lines :)))

[positive-total-drama-takez]

I LOVE JACNOAH (Jacques and Noah) SOSOSOSO MUCH THEY'RE SO SILLY :3

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[saturnsconstellation]

“Maryyyyy!” Was the first thing that Mary heard as soon as she disembarked the Hogwarts express, her third school year waiting ahead of her. She wished this year would go calmly, compared to her last, but the manic grin and wild green eyes that greeted her as she debarked confirmed that her expectations were were bound to be fruitless.

“Crouch.” She grumbled, rolling her eyes at the second year adorned with the green and silver tie that distinguished his house from hers. Barty hadn’t changed one bit, she noticed; his hair was unruly and broken — caused by his habit of pulling on the roots, — his teeth were still crooked and yellow-ish and his eyes still promised caos. Typical. “I see you haven’t done much changing.”

Barty barked out a harsh laugh, and Mary fought to suppress a grin. Merlin, he was insufferable; “Awww! I’m glad you’ve been paying attention to me enough to notice I haven’t changed,” he feigned commotion, and Mary felt relieved that her skin hid the fact that she was blushing mad, “Well,” Barty continued, taking a few steps forward and stationing himself right beside her, “I suppose you haven’t changed either, as lovely as ever.”

“Piss off, Crouch.”

“But my lovely Rosemary,” Barty intertwined their arms and grabbed her luggage. Then — even tho he was a foot shorter — forced her to walk in direction of the castle, “How then would I accompany you to our beloved school?”

“I don’t need your help!” Mary tried to fight back, earning a few laughs from other passing students; Gods, she just wanted to push Barty to the ground and punch him until his teeth straightened. He deserved it, oh Merlin, he deserved it. Mary abruptly pushed him off; watching with a satisfied smile how he tumbled backwards, “I can carry my own stuff,” She announced, brushing dust off her skirt, “And don’t call me Rosemary, it’s a terrible name. Now I believe we both have somewhere to go, so get lost.”

Mary hoped she sounded as threatening as she felt, and her hopes were skyrocketing for the first five seconds in which Barty was utterly speechless. Until, of course, he let out the loudest, craziest laugh Mary had ever heard. Then her hopes were shattered and annihilated, and she felt like a confused toddler watching as the adults laughed at a joke she didn’t get.

Barty made her feel like a toddler, which was completely ridiculous considering she was not one but two years older than him.

“Oh Mary,” he wheezed. Mary expected an explanation, but it never came; instead, the younger boy kept walking — legs wobbly because of the meaningless laughs he’d let out occasionally.

Once he was long gone, Mary grabbed her case from the floor; sighing as she did so.

Whatever. Who cares about peace and quiet anyways?

(This was not proof-read lol)

@starmanbutitsregulusblack @aesthetic-writer18

[socksandbuttons]

I just imagined Bean Eclipse randomly somehow meeting current show Eclipse (Aka Nice Eclipse)

Be careful, you may get fannart of this in your asks soon...

It is running at you at 100 mph and you cannot stop it

It will come

And it will haunt you

Have a nice day!!! :D

VFBNDFKVDFBH OH LORDY IT COMIN!! dfknj the eclipses meeting oh nooooo

[angelwiththeblue-box]

A WIN FOR TRACKERBEES SHIPPERS

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Baron of Arizona (1950)

[tobebbanburg]

Researching for a S2 starting Ted Lasso fic has made me realise two things about the teams they'd be playing:

Richmond would have played against Cardiff, so Colin would've not only had to contend with facing off his old-relegated team with his new one, but given what we know about his grandma may not even have had the full support of his family in doing so (Colin&Jamie bonding when I ask you).

Richmond would have played Derby; Isaac would have shaken hands with Wayne goddamn Rooney one match as captains, as equals. Yes, it's at the end of Rooney's career and he's playing for Derby of all teams, but given Rooney's prominance in English football whilst Isaac was growing up that would have been A Moment for him.

[iedolon]

guys something is happening to me 🧎🦮