i wanna preface by saying i don’t believe in the whole theory… i just like to indulge in it in an alternate universe sort of way ( not taking it seriously lol )
i realized drawing halfway in that i drew them in the sgt. pepper’s release day outfits ( which you can see here ) so it might not be accurate in terms of ‘replacing’ Paul ☠️
the boys’ speech bubbles are the color of their sgt. pepper’s uniforms ( hopefully it’s easy to read ! )
as for how i see the whole theory: i think george is suspicious of ‘Paul’ ( Billy ) and obvious doesn’t want to call him that or accept him. John’s just happy he has ‘Paul’ back with him but does has his moments where he gets paranoid about the situation. And Ringo’s just happy to be there HELP
i might make more stuff regarding the theory in the future just cause it’s fun but we’ll seeee thank you for listening
Imagine being longtime friends with Zayne and harboring deep feelings for him, but having no idea how he feels about you because he keeps you at what feels like arm’s length.
Sometimes, you feel like a nuisance.
An annoying sister-figure Zayne deals with because he has to. Because he’s known you since you were children, and now he’s your doctor, so he’s obligated to be nice.
But sometimes, he confuses you because did he just compliment you unprovoked? Go out of his way to meet you for dinner? Give you his coat when the cold whisper of the breeze touches your spine? Stay in your living room late into the night talking with you, knowing he has to be up early tomorrow for work?
Whatever’s going on, it’s confusing as all hell. His signals are jumbled like spilled jigsaw pieces, and the accidental touches and the fleeting glances and the way he murmurs unguarded things to you in the dead of night makes your head fill with static, and—
You don’t think your heart can take much more of this push-and-pull, this game of hot and cold.
Besides, who would Zayne be to give someone as plain as you a shot in hell at him? He’s all big-time cardiac surgeon. All modelesque and incredibly smart and made of money, and you’re just a humble, nameless Hunter.
Enter Sylus.
Damn, he’s an asshole at first.
Sure, his beauty is otherworldly, and his voice makes your knees all wobbly. And he’s tall and masculine in every sense of the word, and fuck, he smells good.
But you typically wouldn’t give someone like him the time of day. He’s a criminal. Damn near mafia-affiliated. Talks too much shit, and your morals warn you against falling for him.
But, well…
You kinda…
Do.
With time you notice, hey, this guy isn’t too bad. He’s still the leader of Onychinus. Still a murderer and a thief and you’re still low-key traumatized from your first encounter with him.
But he’s not all jagged around the edges like he initially let on. Doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to what he wants. Wears his heart on his cuffed, designer sleeves when it comes to you.
There’s no riddle to his words. No mistaking how his hand sits possessively at the small of your back when he takes you with him to conduct business. No missing how he blatantly flirts and has even come close to kissing you once or twice.
He likes you, goddamit, if the PDA and the unguarded smiles and overprotectiveness are anything to go by.
And when you’re tucked away all safe in your bedroom, tuckered out from killing Wanderers and battling with your own emotions…
When you’re clad in your soft PJs and hugging your pillow to your bosom with your brain all fizzy as the sun seeks refuge beneath the horizon…
When, in your peripheral, your phone glows on your nightstand. And you worry your bottom with your teeth, scrutinizing the picture flooding your screen—sea-green eyes, kohl black hair, a name flanked in big red hearts.
He’s calling you. Again. Texting you, filling your watch with notifications, filling up the idle space of your home with the insistent hum of your phone, and it’s uncharacteristic of him to be so active.
As your phone forwards him to voicemail and he becomes another missed call in your notifications, you realize.
Sigh.
You fitfully realize that Sylus is everything you want.
Everything you want from Zayne.
You fall back into the serenity of your bedsheets with a wail, muffling such a pitiful sound behind your pillow.
Maybe, just maybe Sylus is your punishment for being too pussy to confront Zayne.
Quackity: Luzu! Luzu!!!! Luzu, I love you very much! Luzu I love you very much!
Luzu: [In chat] Hello Quackity how are you
Quackity: You don't speak, you aren't speaking, [he's] speaking in English, [he's] speaking English. He speaks in English, he speaks in English! [He switches his translation box]
Luzu: [In chat] Como estas? [How are you?]
Quackity: No no, I speak English too! I speak English too, I'm so good– wait. ...Hello? Are you not able to speak to me? Are you not able to speak to me?
🟩 He really has no sense of boundaries. What's yours is his. What's his is yours. It does get a little tiresome looking for your socks only to realize that he's wearing them.
🟩 He sings you to sleep every night. Each day he carefully workshops verses until he's certain that you'd like them 💚 As you fall asleep, he gently strokes your cheek as he softly sings you all the things he likes about you.
🟩 Sometimes when you're gone he hugs one of your plushies and pretends that they're you.
🟩 He often challenges you to beat him at random hacking challenges. Every time you lose, he kisses you as his 'prize.' Every time he loses, you kiss him as your 'prize'. It's a good system.
🟩 He often uses Skrunkly as an excuse to talk to you, aka, "Skrunkly sat on your lap so I will too, angel!"
🟩 He loooooooooves it when you wear his clothes. Even if his clothes are too small for you, he deliberately buys larger clothing items just so that you can wear them.
🟩 He totally gets you rings that match his, especially if they're those matching heart rings.
🟩 His favorite thing ever is to lie in bed, cuddling you, and talking about anything and everything. Not only are you so wonderfully warm in his arms, he also loves hearing what you have to say. Your voice makes him feel warm inside.
🟩 He loves it when you do his hair, or even when you just play with it. It makes him feel all tingly.
🟩 He literally never calls you by your actual name, it's always the most ridiculous nicknames ever like "sugar plum pumpkin". He only ever says your name when he's being completely serious.
MY FAWKING GOSH BRO THEY MEAN THE ACTUAL WORLD TO ME LOOK HOW THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER I AM COMPLETELY CONVINCED LOVE LIKE THIS DOES NOT EXIST LORDDDDD I HAVE NEVER FELT THIS MUCH EMOTION (CLAWS AT WALL AND RIPS OUT HAIR AND BREAKS EVERYTHING IN SIGHT)
Fit: Alright Ramon, I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story about nighttime.
Fit: Now, nighttime of course is when monsters come out, and they try and scare little eggs just like you. But, the thing about nighttime is that as long as you have a source of light, you will be safe. That's right. And Ramon, do you want to know what my source of light is on this island? It's you, my boy. You are my light on this island. Without you, I would be covered in darkness.
Fit: So, I'm just- I'm just so glad to have you as my boy. That's right.
Ramon: [Nods and holds up his totem]
Fit: Oh, Ramon... Yeah, that's right – you got that totem right there! You're going to be nice and safe with that as well! That's right. But I'm just uh– I'm glad you woke up today, Ramon. I was getting worried about you for a second, but no, you're a tough kid. So, I'm just glad you woke up.
So what do you fellas on tumblr think about rarry??
aka i binged a few potter movies (with this one I had gof in mind) and it’s on my mind, also I really like this fanart I think it’s rad and it’s my best one yet I think
Also please keep in mind I obviously do not condone or support anything jk Rowling has said or continues to say about trans people, I hope that’s apparent because I am a trans person