#they are not from SH

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Tarhos tossed his keys in the bowl and shrugged off his work jacket, loosening his tie and peeling out of his button-up. Late nights at work were usually fine just tiring. Babysitting people for a signing, but at least he wasn't traveling as often as he used to. That sucked. He always hated hotels and the feeling that came with being away from home for too long and knowing you won't be back for months. He reached back to pull down his hair when he stopped in his tracks reaching their bedroom.

Haru looked so tired, but god was he cute. Standing there in his hoodie that might as well have been a dress on him, but he was so perfect rubbing the sleep out of his dark eyes. He knew he was smiling from how his boyfriend laughed, but he couldn't help it. He leans down resting his hands on his hips as he kissed his forehead, "I didn't mean to wake you dear. I'll get ready for bed in a minute, I just want to shower first." - Tarhos @ Haru modern

═══ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ═══ MODERN VERSE

The blackness of the room behind him framed his body almost perfectly as he held the handle of their door, the darkness sunk down into his curls and into his eyes - the only thing inside of them was the reflection of his boyfriend. Haruko shifted within the crimson fleece while he blinked the sleep from his eyes despite the obvious puffed lids and the pink outline along his bottom lashes. The artist relaxed within his hold, a bubbly, fluttering feeling rising within his chest as he looped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. That sweet kiss upon his forehead transcends him back into reality, and he finds it nearly impossible to meet Tarhos' tired gaze, instead opting to bury his face into his chest.

"I…I'm glad you did, I…I think I was having a nightmare," the confession was somewhat muffled within the confines of his boyfriend's chest, not to mention how quietly it was whispered - as though he did not want anyone to hear. How could one think they were having a nightmare? Haruko takes in the scent of his cologne as deeply as he can, filling his lungs until they're so full of Tarhos he feels like he'll pop. His hands slithered up his strong back, silently remarking about how large he was in comparison - but to what? Or rather, who? "Uh - " he pulls away stiffly to hide the way his canine bites down into his plush lower lip and the fingertip that slides under his eyes. Haruko stutters over the next words, and it appears that his body is unwilling to move in the way he wants as his nails brush Tarhos' elbows.

"I…Would…Would I be ok to join you..? I-I can…" Why do the scars on his wrists suddenly ache so much? What misery etched itself onto his face when he finally looked up to him, as if the only way he could be close to someone was to try and give them something back. Something to make himself worthwhile, as though he wasn't enough just as he was; who had told him otherwise? Why couldn't he remember? "I can…make it worth a bit more time up - ugh - I'm…sorry, nevermind."

Shit.

[warlenys]

they’re insufferable

[beif0ngs]

Dysfunction is, after all, what we do best in this family!

[katabay]

I haven’t drawn a character with a bowl cut since rock lee

[kekisu]

get out of that dusty attic and have a sleepover with your sister idiot

[haunted-xander]

Who's the "real" me?

+ some references for the Rise-related things I included <3

[harmorii]

i have hired this creature to stare into your soul

[butch-creeper]

I think Aiglamene reached out to Gideon to make a snarky comment on her fancy get up and how she’s “the real bells and whistles of the Cohort.” Because at the end of the day, Aiglamene did want Gideon to leave. She wanted her to go with honor and glory and not live out a miserable life on the Ninth. She did want better for her. Trained her so that one day she would have the skills she needed to survive. To make her claim in the world not as Gideon Nav, serf of the ninth but as Gideon Nav, survivor of the Ninth.

And she realizes it was all for nothing when her warm hand meets an ice cold cheek. The cold of the dead clings to her. It hugs the skin and bones of the little brat that sat at her feet, listening to her old war stories. And oh how those golden eyes had sparkled while she listened intently, drinking up every detail. The girl she gave a sword too and taught her that she needs to fight for what she wants. To tear them down so nothing stands in her way. Her girl is dead and back on the ninth.

“They killed you.”

[strangextown]

The “Miku if she was from…” trend but my heritage is Silent Hill.

[buckysbarnes]

JOE KEERY as STEVE HARRINGTON “dear billy” 4.04 • stranger things

[midnigtartist]

Mystra is so fucking mid like im sorry but you see Shar and shes the size of a mountain beautiful woman made of obsidian and absolutely terrifying.

The statue of Umberlee in the Water Queen’s House is badass and Mystra looks like the living embodiment of bedazzled jeans

Like yah maybe its bc its easier to take a human lover but Gale is an absolute Freak dont tell me he wouldn’t be into an 80ft tall woman

[izzymalec]

pushing daisies season 1 episode 1 – pie-lette

i guess dying is as good as any excuse to start living

[copeeum]

last entry!!! alenoah week day 7 (free day)!!!!

[hakuyukii]

something is watching you.

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

My take on Sherlock's tedium afghan ↳ 163 x 118 cm | 3.5 mm hook | approx. 2.3 km of yarn: merino wool, alpaca & nylon

Bonus:

Beanie knitted from leftover brown skein - pattern

[latenightwestern]

holding you tight because you’re real / pushing you away to be sure you’re real