#he's so husband shaped

[fandomfrolics]

[ddejavvu]

I've been wondering what the hype for hotch has been as I love your blurbs and I just started watching the show, yeah, I get the hype. That dude is hot lol

aw that's so sweet that you read them without knowing him! but no, i do not make him more attractive than he is in the show, he's just that fucking hot.

[shattered-earth]

LOOK AT THIS VASE I MADE IN MY CERAMCS CLASS IT WAS REALLY HARD AND THERE WERE SO MANY RISKS BUT I DID IT AND NOTHING WENT WRONG ITS A MIRACLE (also i know NOW it looks like ferrofluid, but it was actually not the intention from the start LOL) If you're curious as to the inspo + process, it was inspired by this minoan jug on the left! It was made in two parts, and was originally supposed to be sleeker, longer, and smaller spikes but uhh look I'm not very good at ceramics LOL. So the size of the spikes and the more round shape.. already not on purpose, a byproduct of my lack of skill.

There was a lot of waffling on what colors I wanted to do, I had floated Squeakoid colors (white base, colorful spikes), all black, tenmoku (black but breaks brown), as well as half and half.

I decided on black in the end because DARK GOTH VIBES and my teacher felt the shape was so much already that simple black would highlight the silhouette and not be too busy. And that's how in the end it turned into a ferrofluid vase by accident LMFAO

[webonchin]

Ah yes my favorite dynamic, the humanoid manifestation of a concept out of human understanding x just a guy™ but not just any guy, a history teacher, oh! and he is immortal

Something based on that unpublished Hob and Dream sketch that's been going around lately

[hawkeyeslaughter]

no offense but like ,, if i shared a tent with hawkeye ,, and the evening was settling in ,, and we share martinis and toast to whatever our hearts may long for at that particular moment ,, and he goes and sits on his favorite chair and i sit on the edge of my bed ,, and we start talking and our conversation turns into stupid jokes ,, and all the sudden the tent is filled with his laughter ,, i would simply kiss him on the mouth

[grandmaster-anne]

26 June 2024 Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence says Princess Anne is "recovering slowly" and that "she'll be out when she's ready", after visiting her in hospital today. The Princess Royal spent her third night in Bristol's Southmead Hospital after suffering a concussion and minor head injuries over the weekend. 📹: The Royal Family Channel

[princessanneftw]

I would like to extend my warmest thanks to all the team at Southmead Hospital for their care, expertise and kindness during my wife’s short stay.

A statement from Sir Tim Laurence as Princess Anne returns home following her hospital stay.

[oops-innitt]

at least once a day i think of this photo of brett goldstein. the hair? the thighs? fuck.

[ambivartence]

local man's idol-husband concept contradicts itself, forced to become your mom instead

[sugar-and-spite13]

I've been talking about Vox as well as making "the TV is turning ME on" jokes and my partner said "I would have taken you more for an Alastor person" uhhh SIR. within the first episode I mentioned I didn't trust him??? What on God's green earth would lead you to think I wouldn't ADORE Vox?

[krogerkryptid]

Wait wait you’re telling me John’s ex left him on his birthday?? I hate her so bad

[allmyandroids]

[godsworstson]

my husband <3

[isa-ah]

crick is a few years older than isaiah... what if he had very faint i was a little boy memories of isaiahs mom before she died oxo

[pocketwei]

and the Most Pathetic and Terrible and Homicidal Man award goes to....!!

[fbfh]

thinkin about dean winchester. hhhng. aauugh. ggghhh. thinking specifically about Zachariah yoinking you into a little limbo dream world and using you as bait to try and manipulate Dean into doing what he wants. You're the carrot, and threatening Sam is the stick (one he hopefully won't have to use). Dean comes to sitting on a comfy sectional couch, watching a football game, beer in hand. he looks around, taking in the rest of the cozy, suburban house he's in, and he notices the smell of food cooking from down the hall. delicious smelling meats and pies and potatoes waft through the air, carried on a warm spring breeze. birds chatter outside. a lawnmower starts running down the block. it feels... peaceful. and not the kind of peace that makes him antsy, makes him want to fuck everything up and run off into his own destruction, but the dangerous kind. the kind he could get used to. He waits for the panic, for his blood to start pumping, for his instincts to kick into hunting mode, but they don't his shoulders fall slightly, his muscles relax, his gaze softens. he finishes his beer, and a little voice in the back of his mind wonders when the other shoe will drop. before he can get an answer, someone behind him takes the empty beer out of his hand, replacing it with a fresh cold one. those same soft hands come down to rub his shoulders gently for a moment as you kiss his cheek. you smell sweet, and your lips are soft. Dean looks over at you, and in that moment, he knows that every girl in every bar and strip club and magazine is ruined for him. you walk around to sit on his lap, and kiss him again.

"Hey handsome," god, even your voice is hypnotic. "What's the score?"

"Uh..." he fumbles, trying to reorient himself as he catches you up. You play with his hair for a moment, making it even harder to focus. It's when your hand falls gently into your lap, and he notices the sparkling diamond ring glinting in the hazy sunlight that he loses his train of thought. Your brow furrows for a moment, noticing his strange behavior.

"You okay?" you ask. His gaze lingers on your ring finger laying atop your floral lacy apron, then trails over to his own left hand. He's met with a matching ring. There's a heavy yearning in his heart, something deep and vast and complicated, and it's reflected in his eyes. He looks up at you after a moment, trying in vain to play it off.

"Yeah." He breathes, voice softer than you've ever heard it. "Never been better."

A beeping noise comes from the kitchen, and you get up quickly.

"That should be the pies."

You lean over and press a quick peck to his lips, and he leans in, chasing you as you pull away.

"Be right back." You smile, scurrying back into the kitchen. He watches you leave, watches you walk down the hall that's full of photos of the two of you, of your families. Happy, smiling, whole families. He watches you adjust the strings of your apron, and he watches the flash of metal peeking around your ring finger. That heaviness, that yearning starts to solidify from something wistful to something more dangerous, sinking through his chest. In that moment he fears he's found his way into a trap he won't be able to get himself out of.