#they photograph so badly

[rookmagpie]

peyote stitch of micah bell's revolver.

also realized this pic doesn't show scale like at all, so oops it's 5 1/4 inch by 2 1/2 (approximately)

these things are a bitch to photograph so under the cut is the pattern I made.

[kingkatsuki]

One of my absolute favorite “cliche” tropes is amnesia fics where reader has been dating character for years, but they forget and then they can only remember dating their ex. So it’s like they go back to the ex because it’s all they’ve ever known, and their current love has to cope with seeing the love of their life in the arms of another guy.

I could read that trope a million times over and never get bored or think it’s too repetitive.

[winterholmesart]

how I imagine Scully must’ve woken up that one morning in Jose Chung’s From Outer Space

[femmesweetheart]

I actually think that Chappell roan should’ve taken that photographers advice and shut the fuck up

[mercurialmalcontent]

In a fit of incredible hubris I decided my EU alt not only needed an FC house, but a fully-decorated, The Secret World-themed FC house. Two months later I'm finally done. :')

The Goblet, Ward 2, Plot 20, Sagittarius

The upper floor is inspired by a shop in al-Merayah. Investigate beyond the curtain and you'll discover a stairwell with a mysterious Agarthan portal-inspired portal at the bottom, which will lead you to a space 'between' the world. There are many doors here, but only the secret one will lead you to a new place...

... A little house somewhere in the frozen north that may seem innocent enough at first glance, but evidence of fell magic is quickly evident.

[hugheses]

📷: Rena Laverty

[artificialac1d]

cough

[oliveroctavius]

all I have for Halloweeny art is a drawing of a scene from a harryflash fic I enjoy ft. a roller disco and some of the best character costume choices of all time, written by @softgrungeprophet

[chrisbangz]

sorry i'm just so fucking disgusted with the way they were treated on the carpet. watching the clip makes me want to cry...

[doomedflare]

jake never did well with the structure of school like in general but if he had actually gone to uni for something he Cared about he would’ve done so much better

[elmelloill]

arriving with perfect timing after a very long week!!!!! @pan-gya i love them, thank you for sharing your work!

[leatherbookmark]

DEKITAAAAAAAAAAA khj kiss me

[lauryn-order]

I’m trying so hard not to scream.

[man-me--a-sand]

Bobby drake, as seen in mutant first strike (but with the limited materials of a. Ziplock of pens)

[rayveneyed]

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?

[ethoslove]

i want to thank mumbo jumbo for putting etho's setup on blast so badly he felt the need to provide photographic evidence