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actually fucking beautiful
i hope, in another universe (cause ive found my place in this one), i can have what dan and phil have
i know this is a christmas post but it sparked something in me
dan and phils relationship is so special
its as intricate as a spiderweb, as wonderful as the stars, as enchanting as the sky
its something id gladly call my roman empire because this is on my mind constantly
here's to fifteen years of christmas together <3
@/deloveusion \\ 'Friend Test' Summer in the City 2014 \\ "Grief Lessons: Four Plays" - Euripides \\ 12-10-2010 DailyBooth post by danisnotonfire \\ 04-18-2010 Tweet by danielhowell \\ @/starei \\ Dan's comment under "I TRY TO GIVE DAN A HAIRCUT!!" -AmazingPhil \\ @/slytherverse \\ deleted video "What did YOU get for Christmas" (originally posted to danisnotonfire 12-25-2009) \\ 10-20-2023 TikTok posted to AmazingPhil \\ @/nedsseveredhead \\ "DAN'S BIRTHDAY CHARITY STREAM!!" - DanAndPhilGAMES \\ @/rueyam \\ @/firstpinof \\ @/midnightcrisisstuff \\ 11-06-2009 DailyBooth post by phil \\ 11-01-2024 joint Instagram post to amazingphil & danielhowell \\ "In Every Universe" - Stephanie Valencia \\ "Basically I'm Gay" - Daniel Howell \\ Quote - Mary Haskell \\ "INTERACTIVE CHRISTMAS ADVENTURE - START HERE!" - AmazingPhil (captions have been removed)
decided to rewatch the show and realised I missed my OTP
Wei WuXian: *breathes*
Everyone else (mostly Jiang Cheng): Lord Almighty above, please give me the strength not to roll my eyes and strike this man down.
All Reigns Come To An End
It's over now.
Joey disappeared into the sunset. The sea churning below, wind in his hair. The rhythmic action of rowing the boat calmed him. No matter what, the sea would always call to him like the sirens that lived in its majestic waters. He was glad to not be alone. With others by his side, traversing the sea was even better.
Joel had ascended. He'd always known Jimmy was a toy; that reassurance wasn't exactly needed, but was satisfying. And even if Hermes...didn't seem to like him, at least his son was grown up now. And everyone left him. So he made his goodbyes and joined the other Lore Gods.
Scott and Owen were adventuring together. Scott delighted in the thrill of the risk; the dangers that came with raiding tombs and collecting things. Even if that skull came to mind, Owen was always there to comfort him. He was rarely afforded privacy with Owen, but he didn't mind. They both did things for Chromia, even though Scott definitely did more. Adventure called to them both, and they were kindred spirits bonded together with it.
Shelby eventually chose her track of magic. Lightning coursed through her veins, and the storms bent to her will. She grinned as the rain poured outside her home. That date with Katherine had been wonderful. Perhaps she could go on one with her later. But that letter in her letterbox wouldn't read itself.
Katherine's curse was gone now. Even though her parents weren't too keen on her monster-hunting, the monsters would always exist. Who else would get rid of them? She delighted in protecting her kingdom. And visiting Shelby didn't sound too bad. She did promise a date after all.
FWhip smiled as the racket of the tavern filled his ears. Downing another goblet of mead, he wiped his mouth with his hand and joined the drunkards in their joyful melody. Ecstasy rode through his veins and he did nothing to stop it. Surrounded by friends, he eased into his own comfort.
Pix was satisfied. He'd done everything he'd wanted. Pride flowed through him as he looked upon everything he had accomplished and he couldn't resist the relieved grin that curled at his lips.
Jimmy protected Tumble Town as best he could. The Old Sheriff was brilliant to be around, if not a little odd from time to time. He was content. Sure, there'd be bandits one way or another. The law would always need upholding. But for now? Rest sounded good. And being with the Old Sheriff? Seemed like a nice ending to him.
Oli's Olipeligo was beautiful. His own refuge. His home. Old memories of old faces still popped in from time to time, but he didn't need them. Memories of the Orb, of vampires and angels, of thornlings and dragons, had all but gone now. Replaced by collectors and princesses, by sheriffs and gods and goblins.
Everyone's reign was over. Would new ones begin, or were the history books finally complete?
For now, their reigns had come to an end.
It was over now.
He Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way
He had died to Martyn before. In the first hunt when was the final Green left. He had begged, screaming through the water for his ally, his fellow Mean Gill to kill him. He had smiled as his friend plunged the sword into his chest and finally ended the hunt, bringing on the Yellow Mellow Era.
He wouldn't have had it any other way.
He had lived on, thriving on the Coral Isles. He had watched as they were destroyed. By TNT, primarily. Time and time again his Isles had been bombed by the others. He'd rebuilt it every time with Martyn's help.
He wouldn't have lived his life any other way.
He had gone on a hunt. Recklessly killing those who had tormented him during the hunt for extra time. He'd stolen hours. He'd done so with pride. And yet, he had no regrets. No regrets, even as more and more blood stained his already red hands. No regrets, even when the voices in his mind cursed at him for doing so. No regrets, even when he knew the other versions of him, somewhere in their own SMPs, were frowning upon him for being so primitive.
He wouldn't have killed them any other way.
He stole as many hours as he gave away. Allies came running to him in a desperate plea for the time he had. They would offer a trade for him; items in exchange for time. But that wasn't necessary. He had more than enough time on his hands. He would've given it away regardless of a reward. He'd grin foolishly at how his allies would thnk him graciously for his generosity.
He wouldn't have given away his hours any other way.
He recalled the last few moments he had left. Impulse and Martyn had taken two of his hours, one each. They were all on a level playing field. Equal chances of death. One or so kills would be enough to end their lives and stop their clocks. He had gripped his sword tighter than he ever had before in his life. The roar for blood pounded in his ears. The ticking of his timer resonated with every heartbeat, every breath, every subtle twitch of bloodlust. His entire body ached with the need for blood. For more time. For survival.
He had died to the hands of an ally. He had finally broken his curse. He no longer had to outlive the ones he loved most. He no longer had to look out over an empty plain with an ache in his chest as his heart yearned for the touch of his closest friends, sometimes even lovers. First it had been the sweet, wonderful Jimmy who he had been married to during the first game. Pearl was second, the amazing and helpful friend she was. Cleo, the not-soulmate he had made to spite how their soulmates had mutually abandoned them. And Martyn. Protective, comforting Martyn. A loyal soldier until the end. He had saved Scott's life countless times in this game. He had long lost count of how many times the two of them gave and took lives in the effort of elongating their ally's life. He lost count of the nights they had sat together, warm in each other's arms as they stared at the waves lapping at the shore of the Coral Isles. The traps. The small domestic moments they shared. The joy.
And even as Martyn stabbed the sword through his chest with the ruthlessness of a man so numb to killing it no longer hurt to slaughter his closest ally, he couldn't help how joyful he felt. His curse was broken. He could finally die without grief weighing down his heavy heart. He could be brought back to seeing his friends after the games as their ghostly forms floated about to oversee the end. He no longer had to weep at the sight of his friends.
He watched Martyn win with a warm heart and happiness pumping through his blood. The curse breaking would upset Them. They would be furious. He laughed at the thought. He really had denied them every time. Only on this occasion, it had been with the help of another that he had defied Their wishes.
He gave the order. He told Grian to do it. He watched Martyn be killed in the blissful peacefulness he had experienced many games ago. And he threw himself into Martyn's arms desperately, relishing in how his ally hugged back.
Scott wouldn't have had this any other way.
Not one bit.
yes i know that this is a bad symbol and i know its history, i should’ve included that in the original post, i didn’t mean to offend anybody, sorry about that.
but considering this movie and it’s book are already very dark (i mean it’s literally about a monster that eats children) and i know that the story in general does have very homophobic things in it, including racist things as well, however it does take place in the 80’s, and sadly that’s how people were back then.
again, i didn’t mean for this to be offensive at all, and i’m sorry that it may have come across as such, i hope this cleared some things up a bit! :)))
so i was watching It (2017) again and i noticed something in this particular scene;
so eddie’s there obviously and we see pennywise holding the balloons in an upside down triangle shape;
which kinda reminded me of something,;
the pink gay triangle symbol
ok so here me out lmao
eddie’s clearly gay i mean read the book carol
and i know that this probably wasn’t intentional but i just thought it was cool y’know so here have some content i just needed to spread the word lmao k bye
man, these spot the difference games are getting harder and harder
Random inspiration is a blessing and a curse
:)
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EdDie wAkE uPpP, hEyY?! HeLlO?!
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WAKE UP EDDIEEE
I hate to vent here but sometimes I just feel like making all of this art is pointless. I spend hours and hours of my life on drawing something and I'm so proud of it. But that happiness and confidence in my abilities is immediately wiped away when I realize that my art will never be seen by more than one or two people.
jofcreman:
what happened? the way he opened the door, so non-chalantly, the way his brows drew together in worry, surely feigned concern for her brother, made jo’s blood boil. she flexed her hands, stopping herself short of letting her palm meet his cheek. no, the neighbourhood thought she was insane enough as is. truly, it was only her position at the post that spared her from their neighbour’s open ridicule. because a girl scoring a job like that, she had to have at least an ounce of sanity in her, right? even if she dressed like that and talked like that and behaved like that. but god, adam richards’ face did look extremely punchable right about then.
her judgement was clouded heavily by red hot rage, jo exhaled deeply through her mouth a couple of times to ground herself. countine one, two, three in her head. as much as she wanted to end him right then and there, she needed to get to the bottom of this. if not for her sake then for jack’s. “jack’s okay. considering.” brows still drawn together, jo scrunched up her nose in disgust. considering she was standing in front of his best friend and presumed murderer. considering he had died at the hands of who he’d trusted most. this wasn’t right. “we need to talk, richards. alone.” and, with her voice lowered and leaning in, she added: “about the summer of ‘85. remember? when you killed my brother?”
Jo seemed.... angry. With him. And Adam wasn’t sure why. What had he done to Jack? The last time they’d talked had been at the carnival, when Adam had beaten him at Down a Clown, but this was definitely unrelated to that. Before that, it had been when Adam had come out to Jack and told him about dating Cole - but Jack had seemed fine with it! So Adam couldn’t understand what he had done to piss Jo off in the last few days.
“Considering?” Adam repeated, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Consider the carnival? He hadn’t thought Jack got hurt - he hadn’t seen him in the hospital. But maybe he had been? Maybe Jack and Jo were made that Adam hadn’t come to see him? “Did he get hurt or something?” He asked. And then he got his answer on why Jo was upset with him.
“I...killed Jack?” Adam repeated, freezing where he stood on the front porch. “No, I didn’t. No,” He shook his head, taking a step back and running into the door. “No, because I wouldn’t...” No, Adam wouldn’t do that. He would never, ever lay a finger on his best friend. But Adam wasn’t Adam when he blacked out, was he? And there was a whole week of his life in 1985 that Adam had no memory of, except for the time he’d nearly strangled Cole. If he had almost done that to the love of his life, what was he capable of doing to his best friend? “Oh my god...” Adam slumped backwards into the house, leaving the door open for Jo to follow. Without being able to stop himself, Adam doubled over the trashcan, throwing up the contents of his stomach at the thought of killing his best friend. His teammate. The guy he’d spent countless nights hanging out with in high school, the boy who’d come over and watch movies with him or join him at parties. The man he trusted more than almost anyone else, and who should have been able to trust Adam too.
“I don’t remember doing that,” Adam sunk to the floor in his kitchen, tone almost a whisper despite them being alone now. Head in his hands, Adam pulled at his own hair. “I love Jack. He’s my best friend. How could I... how could I do that?” He asked, knowing Jo wouldn’t have an answer.
loverboymontgomery:
Cole was certainly freaked out by what had happened at the lake. One minute, it felt like high school again– like they were just hanging out with friends at the lake. Then, whatever the fuck was going on reared its ugly head again, freaked Adam out again. That was the worst part to Cole. He desperately wanted Adam’s second chance at life– or re-entering into society, whatever– to be positive. He’d even settle for bearable.
When they’d come away from the shore, Cole had found refuge in the fire. It was starting to get chilly, and he felt like moping alone for a while. Let everyone else talk it out and theorize, but he wanted nothing to do with it. All he could think about was getting out of Hawkins. Clearly, he and Adam had no shot at a normal life here for a multitude of reasons. Their plan had always been to get away, what was stopping them now?
Cole tore his eyes away from the crackling fire as Adam sat down next to him. Despite everything, he smiled at his boyfriend. This felt familiar– the sensation that Adam was nearby but never too close so as to arouse suspicion. Finally, the point in the night where it was safe to be close again, even if they still had to be on guard.
“Hey,” he echoed, taking the drink with a grateful smile. “It’s really not bad. Maybe I made it all up,” Cole confessed. “And you? Are you okay?” he looked Adam up and down for any sign of injury or distress. Whatever had happened, Adam had been right there, too. “No–” Cole protested quickly, “It’s okay. Really.” Then, quieter, he chanced: “Just… stay with me?”
In the dark, Cole reached over and took Adam’s hand in his own. It was a risk, but he needed the reassurance. After a few moments of silence, words tumbled frantically out of Cole’s mouth: “What if we just got out of here? We could go anywhere, really, just… maybe it’s Hawkins, and it’s time go. Like we always said. Then all of this wouldn’t matter. I can fix everything.” Cole was embarrassed by his pleading tone.
Being co-host of the camping trip, Adam had had to spend awhile checking in on everyone else when they got back. A lot of theories were being thrown around, as well as stories from the cabin, but he wasn’t paying much attention to them. They sort of went over his head. He didn’t know what grabbed him and Cole, but it had felt stronger than algae. He couldn’t be sure, though.
Cole drifting away from the others wasn’t surprising to Adam. He understood needing a minute after all of that, and it was starting to get a bit cold out here now that the sun had gone down. Without asking, he passed Cole one of the hoodies he’d brought with him in his duffle bag. If anyone noticed that Cole was wearing his clothes, Adam was kind of beyond caring. He’d do anything that Cole needed him to do right now.
“You didn’t make it up,” Adam assured with sad eyes, hating that what had happened to them was real. If only it could have been some fucked up nightmare or something. “I’m fine,” He assured, giving Cole a small smile. Honestly, he was worried. But there were no physical marks on him, and he and Cole had both eventually made it to shore. Adam would be okay - this was just another weird thing to add to the list of awful stuff happening around him lately. “I’m not going anywhere.” Adam glanced around, checking to make sure no one was paying too much attention to them. Once he was sure they were safe, he squeezed Cole’s knee in reassurance.
As Cole began begging him to leave with him, Adam’s heart ached. That had always been the plan, hadn’t it? But Adam had fucked it up somehow three years ago, leaving Cole alone to pick up the pieces. And as much as Adam wanted to go now, he thought about his mother. His dad. Beth, Cindy. He couldn’t just leave them again. He couldn’t run away this time. When he and Cole left, they deserved to know in advance. “Cole,” Adam began sadly, squeezing his hand. “Cole, I want that so bad. I want us to go to California like we planned. I want that.” He assured him, voice steady because someone had to be. “But I can’t leave my family right now. My mom...I don’t think she’s sleeping much, these days. My dad calls home to check and make sure I’m still here every few hours when he’s at work. My sisters didn’t stop crying for hours when I finally came back,” Adam rambled, running a hand through his hair. “I just can’t go right now. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
Well... Uh... I don't know why I did this...
I'm really sorry, but I was trying to make some sort of meme... I think I screwed up again.
(And yes, I'm still trying to find my drawing style, but even here I can't come up with anything original.)
+ BONUS. Alternative version with BLU Medic.
(I didn't mean to offend anyone's opinion about the Medic, I was just trying to be funny. I apologize in advance.)
- Stump.
What a beautiful flower... A Demoflower!
Nothing serious, just a quick (well... Relatively) drawing of my favorite merc, inspired by this wonderful picture from the Steam Workshop.
+ BONUS!
Alternative (BLU) version!
Have a nice day! <3
- Stump♥
hehe check out my brushing skills yo😘
Just imagine you're dating Stan like before all the portal shit and he never told anything to you. You have sex with him like just normal and you just moan Stanford. Like imagine how you're like living your best life in bed while he is suddently having a intern mental breakdown???
guyyssssss i just went to green acres and i found these adorable little fucks i need to name them. please. suggestions????
i promise to post pt2 of this tomorrow!😔😭
wrong carvajal | lando norris x carvajal!reader
summary; when lando is going to barcelona for the grand prix and decides to text his new friend carvajal, but apparently he got the wrong number
fc; bárbara inês
warnings; english is not my first language
taglist; @thef1diary @bigsimperika @shobaes @d3kstar @stinkyjax @the-untamed-soul @bibissparkles @judespoision @weekendlusting @formula1mount @tremendousstarlighttragedy
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yn’s phone
lando’s phone
mate
is there any chance you gave me
the wrong number?
landooooo
probably why
*sends screenshot*
JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA
what number do you have
+34 *** *** ***
that’s my sister’s
sorry
just change the last digit to a
2 and you got it
thanks
now moving on….you have a sister
don’t even think about it
kay😞
yncarvajal
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yncarvajal your sign to go spend your summer w @rhode 🎀
rhode 🎀☀️💞🫶✨
yncarvajal ily💋☀️🫶💞
user1 she really is the it girl i fear
judebellingham looking like shit
yncarvajal sftu
user2 this friendship is everything to me
landonorris 😦
yncarvajal not you again
yourbestfriend you are glowing babe i miss you😔
yncarvajal me and ykw miss you too, just two more days💋💋💋
yn’s phone
landonorris
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landonorris partying in spain is always a wild experience🔥 you look cute btw
user1 i see what you did there
user2 he was hanging out with the real madrid players
user3 was yn there??
user2 some people said they saw her making jude take pictures of her
user4 as she should
dani.carvajal.2 always a pleasure
landonorris looking forward to do it again😁
dani.carvajal.2 i know what you’re looking forward to
landonorris 😳
judebellingham don’t make me regret finding you cool mate
yncarvajal
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yncarvajal while the boys were messing around 🍸
judebellingham dawn i wish i was a boy
yncarvajal shut up, i deserve every favor you do for me
user1 she just confirmed it
user2 go girl, make the famous footballer do the work
user3 is so iconic how lando runs to like her posts and she doesn’t even follow him😭😭
user4 homeboy is struggling
landonorris hey (louder than everyone else)
user5 he ain’t getting anything acting like these
user6 never beating the norriz allegations
yn’s phone
part two will be out after the race, let’s see if lando gets a podium and a date💞✨🎀🫶 love you all, sorry for the long break 🥲
i’d like to formally call myself out on being such a needy and emotionally confusing person
(I swear the social commentary isn’t totally lost on me but I feel like this meme whenever I read more in depth and thoughtful analysis on this show while my brain just goes “frog kissing time”)
Hi everyone! Apologies for the delay, I just wanted to let you all know that it may take me a little bit to update the 2024 recommendations Masterlist. I'm currently getting caught up on some stuff I was behind in, and the master list isn't currently my main focus. I hope you understand!
So I did lie 😭
But again this was me on my first chapter post.
I need to find the fire, I used to have it at the beginning. I was writing every days. I had a job for 2 months and it fucked up my rythm 😭
This is what capitalism does to people, it kills their fire
Alright, next chapter is coming out this weekend. I have a shit tons of work from uni and since I am moving out of the country this summer, I have to get all my thing in order.
But it’s coming, probably late night Sunday
So I was calling this ellie John Bridgens, but then I started doing this
Re-naming him Jirv, obviously.
Happy Valentine's Day from the king of codependency. :]
happy (late) mothers day! I had a drawing planned, but I didn't manage to finish it in time orz so I'll upload it when it's ready
in the meantime, i'll post more backlogged drawings and stuff, so I hope that's okay! <3