#rock and roll buckaroo

[garbage-truck-beep]

notice the similarities

[preciouslandmermaid]

a little NGHYB preview ;)

A hopeful, resplendent ‘What If’ bubbled to the surface of your thoughts. What if you were wrong about your interaction during the Fourth of July fireworks? What if you trusted yourself and your instincts? All the physical evidence – his food, your crane, the shared cigarettes, your passing glances and lingering embrace, every quiet phone call in the dark and wordless moments charged with electricity. Your bones thrummed with want.

What if it wasn’t hopeless? What if he wanted to be with you? You idly turned to another page, lost in thought, your brow furrowed. To be fair—you never asked him outright. You simply alluded to a future, ambiguous desire to date in the future. You never clarified and perhaps you should have because now you’re sitting on his floor instead of sharing the shower with him.

[mercurylamp]

My boss sending me a message saying "come see me about your schedule" before I come in

Edit: Talked my way out of it again god DAMN

[self-shipping-hell]

F/ovember! I almost forgot!! I'm gonna send some people's babes some fun questions as soon as I'm not tired enough to think of them. I need to be at least at my C game for this, and right now it's a straight F.

Happy F/ovember, everybody!

[butterfilledpockets]

(windows startup effect) software downgrade complete

'ere we go! WA HOO (jumps into black hole)

If you wanna reply with any trash you wanna see in the background in the next update, which should hopefully be up tommorow :D

previous part ----- part three ------ next part

[banannabethchase]

I had no idea how much I needed Ally and Izzy to flirt with each other in character, but if Jennifer Drips and Detective Manhattan don't make out I'll be shocked.

[skybrightpixie]

"I'M THE STRONGEST MOTHER FUCKER IN THE WORLD, BITCH." -definitely something Ivory would say (2023)

waaaay back in 2019 i made a bunch of short themes for a handful of my OCs, Ivory being one of them. BUT, i was never satisfied with his because it sounded like ass!!!!! so now i've completely redone it and it's finally got the power behind it that i wanted it to have >:3

[xx-vergil-xx]

good morning, i’m a dirty rotten liar — updates every 2 days

plot? yeah i remember her!

crying over y’all’s comments and support actually <3 much love <3

[xxhypersomnia]

Tonight was one for the books 💖

[confetti-cakemix]

This whole gif set perfectly describes Ryan and Shane's relationship lol, while one screams, the other laughs

"If you don't like us, turn it on."

This is the first time Ryan was truly down-right scared lol

[smol-lydia]

If Levi and Hange had a ghost hunting show the result very much would be Buzzfeed Unsolved/Ghost Files

Levihan just has that chaotic Ghoul Boys energy

[blnk338]

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second round of editing starts now; expect release tonight/early morning (PST) or midday tomorrow at worst!

[allxgene]

"Hey demons it's me, your boy."

[we-survive-endlessly]

I woke up at 8am and it’s now 4:30am in my time zone so I’ve been awake for nearly 21 hours 😅 in my defense I started working on this year’s Valentine project and time ceased to exist

[walkeddeath]

eliza is quietly extending her hand to gen’s, holding it for a moment before giving it a tender squeeze. (just because she can.)

they don't say a word, just smile, squeezing it back.

[chmerical-a]

hozier prompts ( accepting!! ) // tierney gallagher & max mayfield

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ every  version  of  me  dead  and  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤburied  in  the  yard  outside. ❞

𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗬  𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗡'𝗧  𝗗𝗢  𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧.  which  is  weird,  right?  considering  the  dead  brother  deal  (  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦  𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬  𝘵𝘰  𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭...𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦  𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭--  𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘸𝘩𝘰  𝘩𝘢𝘴  𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦  𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺?  )  and  as  luck  would  have  it,  the  blonde's  managed  to  get  herself  deeply  tangled  into  the  messy  web  in  hawkins.  if  you  can  call  'getting  cursed  by  some  malevolent  mutant..  thing'  getting  tangled  into  some  mess.  she's  faced  a  whole  lot  in  her  short  time  hunting,  stared  at  the  creepy  and  crawly  straight  in  the  face  and  laughed,  knowing  damn  well  she's  more  than  capable  of  taking  care  of  herself,  but  there's  something  especially  off  putting  about  an  unstoppable  curse.  there's  no  weaseling  her  way  out  of  this,  that's  fact.  a  fact  that's  been  eating  away  at  her,  chipping  away  at  that  infectiously  chipper  energy  she's  known  for.  sure,  she  jokes,  sure,  she  smiles,  but  that  sleeplessness  is  catching  up  to  her;  that  bravado  can  only  last  for  so  long  after  all.

and  if  it  weren't  for  max,  she'd  feel  so,  utterly  and  completely,  𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚.  but  it's  a  small  comfort  that  shatters  once  she  remembers  the  redhead's  just  a  kid.  that  this  whole  group  who's  been  taking  care  of  this  town  are  all  kids.  and  if  this  rag  tag  group  can  hold  steady  and  figure  all  this  out,  so  can  she.  she  can  suck  up  the  looming  doom  and  gloom,  she  can  keep  it  light,  it's  what  she  does  best,  ❝  mm,  sounds  like  a  really  depressing  deconstruction  of  poltergeist.  i  kinda  dig  it.  ❞  not  her  best  work,  but  it'll  have  to  do.  she  follows  it  with  a  smile,  a  wink,  before  turning  her  gaze  back  to  the  sky.

the  air  outside  is  crisp,  cool,  a  comfort  from  the  too  warm,  too  sticky,  rv  they'd  been  crammed  in.  palms  are  on  the  ground,  steady,  as  she  lets  herself  get  lost  in  the  swirls  above,  her  mind  making  shapes  out  of  blobs.  oh,  but  she  won't  let  silence  last,  ❝  i'm  just  saying  if  you  forget  the  part  where  we're  actually,  y'know,  in  real  danger,  it  makes  for  a  good  story.  it'd  be  a  total  hit.  people  eat  that  shit  up,  y'know.  which  is  kind  of  weird  when  you  think  about  it,  but  whatever.  ❞  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗱  𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿  𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲  𝗶𝗳  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆  𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆  𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱  𝗶𝘁.  a  sigh  escapes  her  lips  as  palms  push  down  for  a  moment  before  she's  sat  upright,  fishing  around  her  jacket  pockets.  fingers  land  on  a  small  pack  and  tiny  box,  wrapping  around  them  tightly  before  tugging  them  out.  with  ease,  she's  popped  a  cigarette  out  and  into  her  mouth,  with  a  lit  match  to  follow.  one  drag  and  her  chest  will  squeeze  and  relax  as  smoke  fills  her  lungs,  a  beat  to  hold,  another  to  blow.  and  one  more  beat  for  self  awareness  to  hit,  baby  blues  widening,  ❝  oh  fuck--  uh,  you  don't  mind,  yeah?  or  do  you?  i  normally  don't  give  a  shit  but  you're  like..  𝟭𝟮  so..  ❞

ft. @shezoomer