#i am enamored with him

[transfemmbeatrice]

Greg Davies singing and dancing to Santa Baby in The Cleaner s2

[jazzzzzzhands]

~To be as an Ocean, as a River

Changing, adding, losing and leaving marks in one's wake~

oooh ooh So i'm really very very normal about Deity Wally

He is sooo Gentle looking to me..

I just wanted to play with him..

He got a little Buoy as a tiny HAT!!

(I dont think he noticed)

Deity Wally @cloudysunflowr

[tauforged]

farming belly of the beast stuff has me contemplating circling back around to my human(ish) cephalons cuz i miss them so much….. ordis i love you so much you will always have my heart. fuck whatever parvos is going on about i want to give him a body so i can hug him

[superprofesh]

Hey guys I am completely normal about this scene and the intense way his gaze is fixed on Jody and the way he's literally rocking back and forth in his seat while listening to her talk and INCOHERENT SCREAMING

[dootznbootz]

I need "Ithaca's waiting~, my kingdom is waiting~

PENELOPE'S WAITING~ For me!"

Injected into my goddamn veins. I don't even have a lover but as soon as you hear that lyric, you just fucking MISS HER.

Penelope is just a name at this point. We've heard it said before (still with extreme longing but that's a different ramble) but we as the audience of this musical have not met her yet. But you feel that excitement and utter joy at the thought of seeing her once more. Joy for this woman we don't know. Just how he says it tells you that this man would do anything ("horrendous horrifying actions" type of anything) to see her again and keep her safe/happy. You just sit there loving her just as much. Love that he would kill you for even having

With the first two lines, it's his men echoing his sentiment: Excitement to go home. But at Penelope, it's ALL those voices together with no echo. Penelope isn't waiting for them like their homeland is, they don't feel that way for her. But Odysseus' adoration is so profound that it needs multiple voices to even release it. Even the fact that the chorus is silent at "for me" is telling you that the fact that she's waiting is what's most important. PENELOPE IS HIS HOME. He's "just a man, She's everything" type of adoration!!!!!! He truly would trade the world to see his son and wife!!!

Even with how he says "Full Speed Ahead" after that kind of drifts off like he's already daydreaming about it and I'm just a fucking MESS. He daydreams in the Odyssey already and I love it so much.

I LISTEN TO THESE PARTS OVER AND OVER! IT IS WHAT REVIVES ME!

[k4pp4-8]

Thinking about the cringefail loser

[zip-zoom]

another rosho i drew while trying to figure out how to use csp .!!!!!

[gio-cosmo]

We are livin our liiiivvvveeesss abound with so much informatiooonnnn

[djarinova]

all eyes on him — eren jaeger

˗ˏ✎ synopsis: - you spend time watching eren, getting to know him and his friends, until one night you don't spot him at a party, and you come to realise that he's noticed you noticing him

˗ˏcontent - gn reader, college au, alcohol mention, slight peer pressure to drink but not really, reader is at a party, eren loves attention ˗ˏwords - 1k

˗ˏnotes - i truly don't know where this came from..it started as a small thought and i got a tad carried away with the idea + practically wrote this all in one sitting, it's not proofread, enjoy<3

you meet eren through mikasa, and from the moment she introduces you to him you can't help but think "how can someone like mikasa be friends with a guy like eren?" he comes off as outrageously self centred and cocky, and you've heard whispers about him from almost every corner of campus. he's loud, obnoxiously so, and it seems like it's practically impossible for him to attend all his lectures unless prompted by some outside force (namely mikasa or armin, or the occasional threat of expulsion). 

he reminds you—odd though it may seem—of tinkerbell. it's almost like clockwork, the way that at every party he attends he always finds some excuse to have everyone's eyes on him. you don't notice it at first, too caught up in the whirlwind of socialising with new people—shots keep getting past to you, tall guys (one with a buzzcut and another with what appears to be a pinkish mullet, although it's hard to tell in the dim lighting) who claim to be friends with mikasa crowding around you, laughing and joking with you like you've known them for years, a dark haired girl fussing around you, and loudly asking if you'd want to get food after this. but as you assimilate to your surroundings, getting more and more comfortable with this group of people you've found yourself in—you soon learn that the tall guys' names are connie and jean, respectively—you begin to watch eren, in those brief moments before he's called everyone's attention, and it's hard to put your finger on what look he has written on his face, but it makes you feel as though you're watching something that wasn't meant to be seen. like seeing an actor talking with a co-star just off stage, hidden almost fully behind the curtain, and watching their face transform when they set foot on stage. it's as if eren's mask slips down, just long enough for you to get a look at the face underneath, before he's pulling it back on and yelling at the crowd—daring himself to down what's left in his vodka bottle and perform as many front flips in the garden as he can before he throws up.

it's not long before eren notices you watching him. one night at a party—hosted by some guy named reiner—you realise, as jean presses a glass of water into your hand, that eren was nowhere to be found. your eyes scan the tightly packed kitchen, looking for that mop of dark hair, but find nothing. you excuse yourself and manage to squeeze into the living room, although it is considerably less cramped, there is still no sign of eren. your eyebrows furrow, and you're about to turn back to where you came from, when a cool hand grabs your wrist and pulls you towards a door you hadn't even noticed. it leads into a surprisingly spacious bathroom, and as your eyes scan the room you realise with a start that the bathroom door has just been closed—leaving you with an odd ringing in your ears. the silence is almost deafening, and you notice dimly that the door has been locked as well, a small ‘click’ echoing in your ears. you turn towards your wrist, and your eyes land on the hand that rests there. it's still gripping you, and you find that you aren't surprised by the voice that brings you out of your daze.

“I've noticed you watching me, you know.” eren says.

your cheeks heat, and you feel that all too familiar eruption of butterflies in your stomach. worry clouds your mind, the possibility that you've ruined your newly made friendships has you gnawing at your cheeks. you're about to speak, to defend yourself in some way, explain your actions, when erens voice interrupts your thoughts again.

“i like it.” 

your eyes snap up to his. temporarily forgetting your anxieties, your hands fly upwards, coming to rest at the back of eren’s head. your fingers thread through his hair and without warning his lips are on yours. your eyes widen, erens hands are now gripping your waist, his tongue runs across your lower lip, and you feel him bite it gently. but before you have a chance for your brain to catch up with his actions, eren pushes himself away from you, as if your touch burns him.  

you tilt your head questioningly, your hands dropping limply to your sides. he's now stood as far from you as he can, his knees hitting the edge of the bath as he staggers backwards. there's something about his stance that makes you want to reach out, and although you can't see his eyes, you're almost sure that the glimmer of want you glimpsed a few seconds ago is still there.

“ere—” you start. the sound of your voice seems to stir eren from his thoughts, and just as fast as he vanished from your arms, he suddenly reappears in front of you.

his mouth opens and closes multiple times, the words seem to disappear from his tongue each time he goes to speak. you wonder what storm is brewing inside his head, and you want nothing more than to let him spill it onto you, as though you are the land that was made to handle such a heavy downpour.

when he says nothing, you move to thread your hands behind his head once again. he lets you, and slowly he brings his forehead down to yours. you stand still, unsure of what to do—unsure more so of the confusing sequence of actions that led you to this moment. 

the two of you stand this way—foreheads together, your arms around eren's neck and his hands gripping your waist tightly—for what seems like hours. a sharp knock on the door breaks you apart, eren tears himself from your grasp, and you can do nothing but watch silently as he unlocks the door and disappears from your view without so much as a word. your cheeks flush as someone drunkenly stumbles into the bathroom—the source of the knock, you assume—a knowing look in their eyes as you flee from the bathroom, your mind swirling with questions and your heart fluttering wildly.

[marinaiguess]

look at him trying to take a better look😭

[the-bi-space-ace]

There’s something tender yet sharp about Echo. He’s kind and full of heart but he’s fiery and passionate. He has strong values and a strong wit but he will adapt if/when the situation needs him to.

[candycryptids]

Tangy [She/Her] and Meatball... There's no lore I just wanted to pose her carrying him around LOL? I imagine asking for several pounds of veggie feed every day for her growing boy gets tiresome after a while, and I bet the merchants have to ask her to tell them when she’s traveling out so they don’t order more than they need, Hah!

[grand-line-shenanigans]

You know you've found a good show when there's a morally questionable queer kitty cat in there.

[savvylittlecoxswain]

It’s a sensation felt on his back that he would compare to the soft ripples that come from the first few drops of rain upon the water's surface. The raindrops begin to fall more rapidly and eventually reach a point where it feels as though the sky opened up, releasing every bit of rain it contained at the same moment that the feathers are pushing through the surface of his skin with grace and ease and urgency. There's desperation in how eagerly they escape the confines of their hidden space, emerging much akin to how their avian counterpart emerges from the water after a dive.

[lewmagoo]

lewis talking about his grandma who grew up during the great depression, and choosing his mom's apple crisp as his last meal, made me so soft? like 😭 this man was made for women everywhere

[cheritouu]

I need both the fandom and the comics to please get on the train of having Kon look his age