#god i love them

[simona-artista-artblog]

Smooching practice in colour 😘

[hellish-riddles]

the Mordred Manor is so lively, adopted sisters annoying each other, way too many cats. imagine poor little ghost edgar getting chased but has the last laugh bc he can go through walls now 🥹🥹

[modawg]

me when i remember percabeth is just a bunch of AWKWARD ASS FUCKINH TEENAGERSSSSSSS

GOD WHAT IS THIS MIDDLE SCHOOL SWEETHEART BULLLLLSHITTTT. IM SICKKKKK.

THEYRE GONNA GET MARRIEDD I CANTTTTTT

they’ve known eachother since age 12 and they’re headed toward the path of lifetime partnership DISGUATINGGGGGGGG

[sundriedsidneys]

I mean you simply MUST honor the cock

[tacoreib]

only couple HOURS left yalll 😆😆😆😆

[k-mraz]

shhh dont disturb them they're sharing mana after a tough day

[not-a-bad-dragon]

Shoutout to Baldurs Gate 3 for having a magical girl transformation sequence but instead of a teenager in a short skirt it's a lesbian aasimar paladin in full plate about to open 13 cans of fucking whoop ass

[huskerdust-loover]

Okay I've been thinking about this little stupid detail all fucking week.

I love how Husk grabs all four of Angel's hands.

He's just being so sweet and just accepting Angel for all that he is and I'm crying.

BUT THEN IT GETS EVEN CRAZIER CUZ

Angel literally puts his extra arms away just so that it will be easier for Husk to dance with him 😭😭😭😭😭

THIS SHIP!! THEY MAKE ME SICK TO MY STOMACH!!

[televised-eyes]

the way crowley’s lil head bobble lines up perfectly with aziraphale touching his back, it’s as if the touch caused an involuntary shiver up crowley’s spine…

[violetsandshrikes]

I will literally never forget in 2018 when they had to build a gym/playground for kea while they did construction in Fiordland, because otherwise the kea kept stealing road cones and other equipment.

[silly-sinful]

Down on your knees, you don't look so tall.

[blogalreadydoesntexist]

(more thoughts on nimona since the last one exploded and proceeded to make the other things i think about the movie ding around my brain like the dvd logo again-again)

the fucking parallels between everyone and everything and the little connections and god holy shit fuck piss balls.

these.

these.

these.

THESE.

THESE.

THESE.

FUCK.

[indimiart]

tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway

they deserve a slice of peace and comfort and hugs, after everything

[demobatman]

their dynamic 😍

[rasberrii]

Kinda s3 spoilers because AUEUEUSHEUE

I think this parts really cool because you can really see the moment Shadow realizes what Nine is talking about :D

And I love him because he genuinely looks like “oh shit” when he does connect those dots

And because Nine gives Shadow the look of “you cant stop me.” Shadow cares abt Sonic so much, and as soon as he knew why Nine wanted him, Shadow abandoned the mission of getting the shards. He instantly just protected Sonic and got him out of danger even though that ment Shadow left himself trapped in the Grim, alone, with Nine and all his robots.

[tojisun]

re: bimbo!reader (because i love her more than simon now)

thinkin about simon who, with all the scars and surgeries done to his hands and arms, has some sort of nerve damage that leaves him with trembling hands. and sometimes, when it's just a tad too cold or the rain is just too strong, his hands can't stop shaking so he hides them from you.

he is ashamed of how "damaged" he is; he is ashamed of being caught at his weakest, at his most vulnerable. so he stuffs his hands underneath your fluffy blankets or curls them inside the pockets of his jackets so that they are out of sight. he knows you're... slow sometimes and he had hoped, had prayed, that you wouldn't catch on this time too; that you're distracted enough with, well, everything else to see the way he can't even hold a glass without spilling his water.

but he forgets that when it comes to him, when it comes to "simmy," you become the smartest, aren't you, petal?

so the next thing simon knows, you're handing him a hook and a bundle of yarn before teaching him how to crochet. he remembers now how you've had that one phase when you were so obsessed with crocheting even though all you could do is make circles- a ring of single stitches that just keeps going until the edges began to rise until it ended up resembling a little pouch that could only house a pen. but it seems like it doesn't matter to you that you don't really know how to crochet, content with teaching simon the single stitch and chirping at him to keep the line going.

simon's hands continue to tremble, muted pain shooting from his wrists, but simon, for once, forgets. he forgets his blemishes and his scars; forgets that his hands could only ever be good for shooting and for killing and for hurting. he forgets that he is more than a weapon as you two crochet: him, quiet, and you, humming to yourself.

he forgets because you remind him that he is more than the man that he is. in your place, he is simmy. he isn't ghost with a mission. he is simmy with a princess who loves him more than he knows he's worth.

simon trembles, and this time it isn't because of his injured hands. this time, he trembles at the weight of his love for you.

his single crocheted line is wobbly and wrinkly and ugly, but simon watches on as you make a bracelet out of it, securing the ends with knots that simon knows won't hold. but that is alright, because simon will be there to retie your bracelet when you need him to. because simon won't leave you.

"i love you, sweets," simon murmurs, pressing his lips and his words on your forehead.

you giggle. "i love you too, simmy!"

see? with you around, he'll be alright.