#anniverssary

[stylewishstudio]

New Year Flyer. Download the Poster design on Graphicriver.

[justherefor000]

The two creepers of the series >:( their song grew on me. Also my teeny favorite rn..yeah why not heheh.

(Reblogs if you like)

[thegoodduckfan]

No, you shouldn't. You're not even real! I'm pretty sure this Donald design doesn't exist outside of marketing and comic book covers, and even then it'a not in this art style!

You're a fake! A phony! And I don't get why you're on a 90th anniversary Donald Duck video... the comic strip Donald inclusion was nice tho.

[maspaz]

NO

[granolabird]

Do you ever listen to Lonesome Dreams by Lord Huron and just feel every emotion humanly possible, and then immidiately after want to run off and become a cowboy. Because I sure do.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Some SwissDew thoughts for the evening. Let's go.

-In private, Swiss is the first to say, "I love you", but Dew is the first to say it out loud in public.

They were all hanging out in the common room and Swiss was being his usual self and the words just kind of came out, in fact, Dew said it so casually it barely even registered to *him* that he'd said anything at all.

Swiss, however, almost passed out from how flustered it made him.

-Dew has bought Swiss flowers before, real and fake ones, and made a big show of presenting them to him, because he knows Swiss will absolutely panic, like, "DID I MISS OUR ANNIVERSSARY?? IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY??? IS IT MY BIRTHDAY??? WHO AM I???"

It's great.

-They're the type of couple that orders a single entrée and splits it. Usually works best if they order something like surf and turf, because Dew will gladly eat all the shrimp while Swiss eats the steak, or they go halfsies.

They have to get separate drinks, because Dew consumes, like, 10 times more liquids than Swiss does, and dessert is a "Two portions or we'll fight over the last piece" situation, though.

They don't really feed each other, cause Dew gets weirded out by it, but Swiss does cut up his food and scooch little pieces over to Dew's side of the plate every so often.

-They own and wear matching pajamas to bed, and it's another case of, "You take this part, I'll have this part." in that Swiss gets the pants and Dew has the shirt, but they swap every so often.

The shirt just happens to fit Dew better.

-Swiss is the one who puts things in the shopping cart, and Dew is the guardian of the list, from time to time, if Dew goes off to get something, even if he leaves the list with Swiss, he will 100% stand there like a lost puppy.

Not because he doesn't know what to get or where to go; He just gets lonely.

Similarly, Dew tends to be pretty minimal with his shopping if he's alone and forgoes getting things he wants and/or needs because he doesn't like spending that time by himself.

-Very much a "Feelings now, talk later." couple, although they're working on being more inclined towards talking now to avoid bigger feelings later.

-The biggest point of tension in their relationship is that they're both really bad at expressing their needs. In Swiss' case, it's more so to do with his emotional wants and needs, whereas Dew's issues tend to be physical in nature.

Swiss doesn't like discussing his negative emotions/when he is feeling low, and Dew doesn't like to admit when he's unwell/sick.

They're working on it.

And lastly;

-Although they sleep in the same room, they still have their own separate beds to sleep in, because Dew likes making a nest to sleep in, and Swiss is a light sleeper, who needs everything to be perfect to avoid him waking up randomly.

[vvipereonk]

A bug art for the bug fables anniverssary as of recent.

[redpenship]

apparently it is ninjago anniverssary congrats happy bnirthday ninjago fans

thank youuuuu today ive made sure to really appreciate the dilf pride garmadon flag that hangs in my living room <333

[astrowhump]

Junior #4

flash back- a gloomy morning

TW: mentions of abuse, broken bones, blood, implied murder, stockholm syndrome, angst

[previous chapter]

“…are you okay?”

One harsh glance is enough to make Junior stammer.

“s-s-s-sorry m-m-as-ster-r…” his head droops down to avoid the angry gaze.

Alexander is in a gloomy mood today; he spent a good few minutes just staring out the kitchen window with an empty expression. Junior wrestled with himself for a while before he decided to speak up. It’s very unusual for Master to be grumpy so early in the day; he knows Alex is an early bird, religiously bound to his hour-long morning rituals. No, something special must be going on today.

Alexander is in no mood to be disturbed by the pesky pet; he considers gagging and locking him in the basement. But then he’d be bored out of his mind all day, he isn’t in the mood for that either. He weighs up his options. Finally, with an intentionally long sigh, he decides to open up. Afterall, why shouldn’t he? This boy will be dead and dumped in a landfill eventually.

“It’s my father’s death anniverssary today.”

Junior didn’t expect a soft tone out of that miffed face.

“Oh! I’m s-sorry m-master.” He gathers all his courage to put a reassuring hand on his master’s elbow. His right hand never lost the tremor even after his broken wrist healed.

Alex bursts into an unlooked-for fit of laughter, loud and terrifying. Junior immediately withdraws his hand, but his master doesn’t even notice, howling with laughter until he’s out of breath.

“Sorry? Oh no, little pet. Today is a jolly jolly day. It’s the anniverssary of the day I got rid of that good-for-nothing piece of garbage.”

He turns to face his boy and Junior’s eyes go wide. His master’s face has turned a bright shade of pink with how hard he’s smiling, like a child excited for a trip to Disneyland. It’s never good when Alex is excited.

“I think we should celebrate.”

Junior has a good guess what ‘celebrating’ translates into in his dictionary. He takes a step backwards, not really hoping to get away, but to delay the inevitable ‘celebration’ for as long as he can.

“You know he was the first person I ever took the life of. Well-deserved I’d say…”

Alex’s predator spirit is back, he backs the boy out of the kitchen step-by-step, into the living room.

“It was a beautiful sunny morning. I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming…that poor woman.” Something similar to sorrow takes over Alexander’s expression for an instant and disappears in the blink of an eye.

He keeps his eyes glued to Junior’s dilated pupils as he follows him, dragging out each step, fully certain that his boy has nowhere else to run to.

“I walked in on him beating my mother to shit right there in the living room, under our family photo…You could say my father wasn’t really a morning person.”

He pauses for a second, trying to recall everything in vivid detail.

“Do you know what I did, Junior?”

Junior only shakes his head no; internally scolding himself for asking, regretting every single choice he made today.

“Do you?” Alex shouts. His raspy voice, his creepy smile, how he slowly crouchs like a beast ready to hunt, and that hair-raising glint in his eyes; they all come together to force a stream of tears down his boy’s face.

“…n-n-no m-m-master…” he’s nearing the sofa, a dead end; he doesn’t want to know what happens when he runs out of room to get away.

“I grabbed the telephone…” he says as he reaches for the antique phone sitting uselessly on the coffee table. The back of junior’s knee hits the sofa.

The chase is over, here comes the pain.

“And I slammed it right into his disgusting head.” He swings the phone at the boy’s face and it lands right below his eye. Junior lets out a blood-curdling scream as he crashes to the ground.

“And I kept striking blow…” the phone hits the untouched side of Junior’s face and he feels his jaw crashing under the force.

“…after…” another hit to his broken cheekbone.

“…blow…” Junior hardly comprehends anymore; his vision starts going black, but not quite enough to stop the feeling of pain, just enough to make his eyes burn and his ears ring each time the handset bashes him in the face.

“…until his obnoxious fucking brain was all over the floor,” He says that with a prideful smile as he lands his final blow on the almost-unconscious bloodied mess on the floor. Junior yelps, not quite present enough to do much more, fractured skull sending wave after wave of pain through his nerves. He keeps his eyes shut, begs his brain to shut down and let go of this agonizing consciousness; but the ache keeps tapping on his window the second he starts drifting off, bringing him back to the present moment.

Alex’s smile slowly fades away as flashes from the past make him feel nostalgic. He places the blood-stained landline phone back in its place and collapses on the sofa right above where Junior lies sobbing.

The birds chirping ouside and the sunlight luminating the room is a delight to the captor and headache-inducing to his prisoner. It’s a beautiful day and blood is in the air, exactly as it was years ago.

“This just might be the best anniverssary I’ve spent so far. Stop ruining it with your annoying weeping.”

Junior doesn’t have an ounce of force in him to respond; he just lowers the volume of the whimpers to avoid getting on his master’s nerves.

“Come on now, Junior. It’s not that bad. Go clean yourself up.” He nudges at his side with his foot.

The boy tries, he puts all his energy into it but his brain is just too weak to order his limbs to move. He wants to sleep so bad. He rolls to his side and coughs out some of the blood that’s started pooling inside his mouth.

“Ah goddammit!” He stands and lifts the drowsy boy up by his arms, putting a firm hand behind his back to keep him still. Even though he’s obviously irritated, his touch is gentle.

“Man up, Junior.” It’s Alexander speaking, but those aren’t his words. Deep down, he’s just a cheap impersonation of his father.

He helps the boy toddle back to the kitchen and wash his face in the sink. The cool water helps soothe the constant burning in his jaw.

Junior’s head is still spinning. His fingers unclasp from the edge of the counter as his vision goes black. For just a second, he loses his balance; but to his dimay, he doesn’t crash to the floor, instead he lands on a warm chest and Alexander’s hands wrap around his shoulders. His tormentor holds him as he cries, lulling him into a sense of care, however false or temporary that might be.

“I’m sorry…sorry…” Junior whispers between his sobs as he sinks his face in his master’s shirt; too over-whelmed to know what he’s even sorry about.

“shhh it’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay…” Alex cooes in his hair as he presses soft kisses to the crown of his head.

Basking in the peaceful moment, they remain still, enjoying the warmth of each other’s embrace, for as long as it lasts.

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[ackermental]

"In all his 'its Brittney bitch' glory" LMAO I fucking love your delivery you make me laugh so much 😂

But am I wrong, nonny?

Imagine being Alicent at the time.

You've managed to seduce the naive, drunken fool, got him to fuck you, wed you and produced two children. Yeah, Rhaenyra's still the heir, but she has no support at court except for her pushover of a father, and really, how long can she last?

You're throwing on some lavish, green dress, getting ready to celebrate the fifth anniversary of your wedding, everybody's clapping and smiling and bowing before you, because ofc they are, you are a frickin queen™.

Or imagine being Ser Cunt. You've been grooming that stupid brat for years, got yourself the position of her sworn shield, you went a long way from nobody to being a member of the Kingsguard, soon enough you will get to fuck that nice, royal ass.

Life is good.

That is until in the middle of jousting, right over your head, you hear the dragon's shriek. Ain't nobody looking at you anymore.

And then Daemon Fucking Targaryen, like a dramatic bitch he is, lands on his dragon, right in front of the King and everybody absolutely loses their shit.

All of those poor fuckers who were dueling are scattering all over the arena in order to not get eaten by Caraxes.

The tourney? Over.

Your anniverssary? Over.

But at least Ser Cunt is still Rhaenyra's favorite person.

Criston: Right, babe?

Rhaenyra: Who are you?

[sol-copper]

I was originally gonna draw and post all the Happy Kiss boys in the day of Happy Kiss' anniverssary, but... I haven't finished everyone yet D: posting one at a time bit by bit it is

Of course starting off with Kyotaro~

[claudiasjessies]

Hopefully gonna post my 9th year on tumblr anniverssary post this year. I hope to Jesus Christ i will finish it.

[qazastra]

in the trenchessss i cant even spell anniversarry on the first try. anniverssary. anniversary FUCK

[depressedhatakekakashi]

We did not do this on purpose AT ALL

BUT

i was looking at the colours we picked out for our wedding anniverssary (blue and white were our original colours + pink for our kiddo (they chose that colour)

And i-

We have the trans colours for our wedding anniversary

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 80 : Khushi sees the effect of her tears on Arnav

"You have gone too far from your limits, miss Khushi Kumari Gupta. Keep your marriage thoughts for yourself."

Thanks to Barun Sobti's incredible acting skills, you can sense the shift in Arnav's energy. He's dealing with something dark inside him! His parents death anniverssary is coming soon. He feels very vulnerable today.

"Who the hell are you that in order to talk to you, I have to go through all this?" I think he's very frustrated and angry because of what he thinks is, an imbalance in their emotional power dynamic !! This is a very important point to notice to be able to understand the way he's gonna badly behave in the future episodes ! He thinks she holds much more power on him than he holds on her, because he know loves her and but still believes she don't. She can ruin his mood whatever she wants, whatever she rejects him (her hanging up his phone call) but he (thinks he) doesn't have that same power on her ! Of course he's wrong, but he doesn't know that yet.

He never felt this much frustration before. He's about to explode. He only thinks of her, of what she might think of him. He loves her. But he also hates her for making him fall in love !

He wants her so bad, emotionally, physically and completely. The frustration is in his mind, his heart & his body. ENTIRELY!

But notce his reaction when she puts him in his place (the way he let go of his hand with subtle smile on his face). He loves it. It always impresses him and turn him on, what? Khushi's courage of course ! And this since the first time they met. 👀

"Marriage is the purest of all relationship in the world. When someone promises to live their whole life with their partner, when someone doesn't want to get detached even after death, when someone prays that all the problems in his partner's life become their, every pain become their and if needed they can give their own life to protect their partner … with this promise life gets complete." I have to say this was a beautiful speech about marriage. Khushi can articulate her point of view in such a thoughtfull way. Arnav knows how clever she is.

"You make relationship for your own benefit. And when your purpose is over? No responsability, no engagement, no promises. Nothing." She ain't lying. But her views on a live-in-relationship is definitely problematic. She's judging it as if all people must have the same ideals as her.

Khushi insulted him by saying he had a "loose" character, implying he uses women as a tool to enjoy himself and to then throw them away. That's what makes him lose his sh*t. It reminded him of his father, unintentionally, she compared him with his unfaithful father, responsible of his mother's death !

And therefore all the anger and frustration came back at once in a split of few secondes ! He feels too much in such a short time, that he can't think clearly anymore, blinded by his fears and desires.

This scene triggered me a lot. This is the third scene that disgusted me soo much (1st: the scene where he made a sexual thread, 2nd: when he held her arm too harshly, then the camera were zooming on the marks he left on her arms, YIKES) !

He knew how he almost traumatized her the 1st day they met with his nasty behavior. His body language is way to agressive. And here he is, doing the same thing. This was digusting adn triggering to watch!

This is the first time Khushi read Arnav's pain when he's realizing he's hurting her. She watches his anger disappear as he watches her cry.

This is the type of scene I was talking about in previous recaps. Tf is that?! Litteraly romantizing abusive behaviors. Why is her hand lingering on those marks?! I really hates these scenes!!

As I wrote earlier Arnav was definitely dealing with something very dark inside him. He was struggling to not break in tears all day thinking about his parents and how they d'ed. He let his impusilvity take the best of him once again because of how any insinuation about his parents trigger him.

Arnav at this point should've broke up with Lavanya. It's getting very umconfortable for me to see them exchanges intense stares while she's litteraly there in the same room !!!

The whole scene was about him getting worried about Khushi but honestly this scene happened way too soon after that "incident" in my opinion. I was so over it, we saw him earlier crossing a limit he should'n't have !

He insinuated to show her what it was to have a "loose" character, litteraly making another sex-al threat just like the first time they met ! And him feeling very terrible that day doesn't give him an excuse for that disgusting behavior toward her everytime he gets deeply triggered.

[lu15d4]

Some love it

some hate it

some (like me) think it's a pretty nice game

Happy 1st anniversary to SMT5!!!

(yeah that's the drawing, I had no other ideas lol)

(also pls ignore Aogami's poorly placed mouth and the double s in "anniverssary")