#just BECAUSE I CAN

[sygni]

but love is a drug and a kiss is a hit and i'm just standing on the corner, just wondering if i could fall in love, well a girl could dream or you could die alone but… what does it all mean?

[mangywayway]

Really stupid doodle a did at work while talking with a coworker. In short, our logic was this "What if Homelander eyes slightly lights up when he gets really excited or similar?" and then this came out lol

We were also talking about cats and how they just stare at you sometimes and there it was also the urge to just pat pat Homelander in the head, so I just mixed everything together lol (don't ask what's the logic, we don't know either 👌🏻)

[pixlokita]

Who cares if it makes no sense he can have wings as a little treat as a side AU of my AU

[robasarel]

[paradox-complex]

very self indulgent and silly thing that definitely didn’t took me almost six hours

IGNORE THE BAD ANATOMY OF GRIAN’S LEG I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO FIX IT

[aceofwhump]

Broadchurch 1x06

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

i miss them again :(

[loserboyfriendrjl]

accurate self portrait of rjl

[atomicradiogirl]

i understand fleabag

[iconologistegoradical]

ft. CRONUS AMPORA and KANKRI VANTAS, IN:

The Average DREAMBUBBLE . XYZ experience...

(based off a real interaction if you'll believe it or not.)

[the-sage-libriomancer]

ARE THOSE THE FUCKING POWERPUFF GIRLS

[trypoed]

hoffstrahm + random lines of random songs

(or "I see them in every song on my playlist" 👀)

[ramblesbiab]

I cannot BELIEVE I've been sitting here shipping Abigail x Haley for no good reason except enemies to lovers when Leah x Haley (HALEAH) is literally right there. They're both creatives, but with entirely different mediums and lifestyles, so I can already see the hatred blooming. Haley doesn't understands Leah's sculptures. Leah doesn't think her photography is a real art, since the camera does the work for her.

Haley thinks Leah is a weird, messy, country bumpkin who needs to get over herself, Leah thinks Haley is a stuck-up, moody, arrogant city girl who needs a few reality checks, so for Yoba's sake, why can't they stop thinking about each other?!

Haley drops by the saloon just to glare at Leah- not stare, glare, obviously. Leah happens to be walking through the same neck of the woods to poke fun at Haley whenever she's doing photography. Their paths cross, and cross, and the two notice more and more about each other.

The bounce to Haley's hair. The cute crookedness to Leah's smirk. That look of determination, tongue sticking out just a bit as her brows furrow, when Haley focuses on the picture she's been looking for all day. And holy shit, the way Leah looks in a tank top when she's working on a sculpture outside.

It's slow, and you best believe it's messy, but their walls start to come down. One day, Leah wonders aloud how Haley's fancy camera works, and happens to listen when Haley excitedly explains it's features. Apparently it's more complex then she first though. Another day, Haley asks Leah about a sculpture, and is surprised how much the meaning of it resonates. She shyly says that it's cool, before steeling up at the way Leah grins.

They're everything I tried to convince myself Abigail x Haley would be, but this time, it's actually there. Plus now I can freely ship Sam x Sebastian x Abigail without conflict, which is cool as hell <3

[pickedyou]

[echo-stimmingrose]

What if Jason was a lot more like his mother than he planned.

"I say they're just the ones who gave me life.... But I truly am my parents child."

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

“I never thanked you,” Alonzo mutters to the wind, pushing the cool damp of his nose between the spaces of Munkustrap's ribs. The larger tomcat has not moved since sprawling beside him a half hour ago; more's the pity, Munkustrap thinks, amused, as his self imposed "break" which he had been hoping would turn into a nap (but the never ending turning cogs of his mind had very quickly vetoed that idea) was only meant to be ten minutes or so.

Munkustrap is hesitant to touch without permission, but he finds an opportunity such as this rare enough as is, and Alonzo hardly seems to mind the gentle pull of claws through the fur of his back. If anything, he is rewarded with a firmer pressure against his side, the softest beginnings of a purr rattling the cage of his heart. He is tempted to say nothing - to allow Alonzo to conclude the drifting of his thought until he reached shore - but if he had learned anything from their short time in one another's company, it's that oftentimes Alonzo needed a buoy thrown his way to keep the rare emotional displays from drowning. “Thanked me? For what?”

“I’m not sure," he answers, muffled and quiet. "If it weren't for you, well...for saving me, I guess.” Alonzo pretends to yawn, punctuating the statement with an attempt at frivolity; as though the promptness of his answer did not suggest he hadn't been working the courage up to say it for perhaps longer than they had been laying there.

He sits up, balanced on the cross of his forearms so they are near nose to nose. Munkustrap pauses, claw catching in the beginnings of a mat. Alonzo doesn't even flinch.

"So...thank you."

Suddenly, his heart is full. It is full and near bursting; he can hardly breathe. Dozens upon dozens of things he could say - should say - gather at the tip of his tongue, but none seem right. None seem to convey exactly the feeling bubbling within him, hotter and hotter until adoration threatens to pour from him like a whistling steam cloud. It only burns steady in his chest.

“Nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility,” Munkustrap teases instead, settling on his stories and poets in that odd, shy way of his. Strange how often he seemed so much larger than life, yet in moments like these he shrunk and wilted. The larger tomcat wrinkles his nose, confused, but before he can open his mouth to object, Munkustrap hastily continues: “I think you did that all on your own.”

They are quiet a moment, staring back and forth in a single, unbroken loop. Munkustrap counts the stars - blinking and shifting in their shapes - reflected in the black of Alonzo's eyes.

The same eyes he eventually rolls, sclera glowing pale in the steady dropping of the moon instead. 

“You’re so weird, Munk," he sighs, but Munkustrap can hear how pleased he is - how embarrassed; and when he kisses him, whiskers, teeth and all, the kettle boils over.