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opened youtube and I'm absolutely losing my mind at this thumbnail. you stop that
How slightly unbuttoned shirt looks like:
How I draw it:
So I made an Elder Scrolls: Skyrim AU...
though she had made an habit of skipping through any chapter that included even the vague mention of her family—somehow, something about this ( him knocking at her door, the way the room changed when it wasn’t only her in it ) placed a smile in her face that she probably hadn’t tasted in a decade or so. quietly, warm—a sense of company and shared intimacy; a ghost of what it was like when she still had someone to come back to, before life left her wandering on her own.
she never intended to let him ( or anyone really ) get close enough to get in her apartment, or the gaps where she wasn’t the girl from work. her facade an armour that had kept her going for several years, and most likely, many more to come. surely, she would have found many a point to stop this, come up with an excuse to avoid this proximity, shut him out—for safety, practicity ( you know better than to be tempted by a dream, don’t you? ), and yet—when push came to shove and she had catched that worn out look in his eyes ( the messy hair, that timid smile that made her sigh ) she didn’t even doubt before moving one step to the side, little nod towards the couch ( ❝ i have just the thing. come on. ❞ ) while every worry about her day faded in order to enjoy this one moment; these exceptions she has come to like so much.
so there they were—him sitting still, her—all focus set in the comes and goes of the brush, music playing from the radio at their left and just enough of self-restraint not to hum at the rhythm that she caught ( though she wants, a bit of her barriers remain like this ). she smiles, his curls a mesmerizing sight she probably never noticed as much before, but which now gets hold of all of her attention. come now, that’s a tricky path you’re treading, is it not? ❝ hmm? ❞ but—he speaks, and gently she goes back to this moment and the question that allowed an instant smile on her face; excitement in the way the answer came out of her. ❝ of course i would! ugh, it would be nice to finally have a chance to see more of this place. you know, you’d think that by now the very least i would have managed is a tour around famous old gotham, and yet—it’s been all work for me, non-stop ❞ true, at least in theory that was.
evicka took a moment to admire the work she had done, the locks of hair now falling in orderly fashion. the quiet impulse to run her fingers through his hair, tousle it and laugh with some other’s reaction until that voice ( her voice, the stage manager to which she surrendered control more often than not ) made her stop and remember this was but an echo of times long gone; body memory of what it was to have the little ones of her group asking time and time again to have their hair done and she complying until that last gesture made them chase her around the room; a pile of them over her laughing until she couldn’t breathe no more. no—come back to the present, come back to what you can actually control. her hand shifts direction and the result of it is one gentle squeeze on arthur’s shoulder and her thumb pressing a few caresses before parting ways. ❝ there, vicka salon’s finest. ❞ she announced to let him contemplate the finished product on his own while she made her way to the kitchen side of the small room.
❝ you… you mentioned that place a while ago, didn’t you? ❞ the question followed by a small silence in which evicka lifted a can of instant coffee from the counter and shook it for him to notice; her need to keep in motion and an invitation for him in case he wanted something warm at these hours of the night. ❝ last week, if i’m not wrong. i mean, i didn't get to ask what it was about but i remember feeling like it wasn’t just a random place to you—perhaps? ❞ the kettle was now set and she shot him a smile while biting her lip; watching. ❝ or maybe it was, you are allowed to call me crazy if that’s the case. ❞
-Hamilton was released on Disney+
Things That Happened in 2020 That Don’t Feel Like They Did:
-The Witcher came out
-The movie Parasite wins at the Oscars
-Stickbugging
-Kim Jong Un “died” like three times
-Ray Bans Official Charity Sale For $26.99 Today
-The murder hornets appearing and disappearing in like a week
-The Sonic movie came out
-Jennifer Lopez pole dances at the Superbowl
-4/20/2020
-X Æ A-12 Musk
-UFOs are real apparently
-Plane flights were like $15 at one point
-For some reason, Clone High is making a comeback
-Leaving school in March for a “few weeks lockdown” and now we’re here
-Friday the 13th was the last “normal” day for a lot of us
A lot of films: The correct way to be a hero is to end the cycle of violence and refuse to seek revenge.
Monkey Man: Wrong, firework attack!
All of my layouts on everything are Sleep Token
Guess you could say they’ve got me in a
CHOKEHOLD
I will not be apologizing for that pun I’m hilarious.
Also yes you can add me on discord, Twitter is gonna be a 50/50 bc no age in bio or minors = no entry so attempt to follow at your own discretion.
Remus at Sirius' funeral, but it's that scene from Fleabag where he looks unnaturally good and everyone keeps commenting on it. That man has sobbed his eyes out every hour of the day since Sirius died, but for some reason it makes him glow. His bed head actually looks perfectly quaffed. His suit has somehow unwrinkled itself. He has gotten eight phone numbers and used five to loudly blow his nose with and still he looks dreamy.
Somewhere beyond the veil Sirius is cackling.
Please donate your pancreas, thank you!
Yes I know what Banban, er Satan, looks like. I just made him hot is all.. Lines are inconsistent as hell but this wasn't to be taken seriously anyway ✨
This will not help, but here you go!
Blue Time Machine (Sing to tune of "Yellow Submarine")
In the time that I was born I met a man with a strange machine And he told me of the tales Of the planets that he has seen
So he asked me to come aboard And I saw amazing things And floated in the vortex In our blue time machine
We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine
And companions come and go Many more of them go explore And the drums they never fade
We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine
[anytime anywhere, In time and space, anytime anywhere! Where do you want to go! Blue stabilisers! Vworp vworp! No they're boring! Doctor! Doctor!!!]
As we live an adventure (an Adventure) Everyone of us (Everyone of us) has all we need (Has all we need) Box of blue (box of blue) and sonic green (sonic green) In a blue (In a blue) time machine (time machine, ha, ha)
We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine We all live in a blue time machine, blue time machine, blue time machine
-You are watching a completely unrelated TV show. You start to wonder how the main character(s)/actors of said TV show would be as the Doctor’s companion.
- You may or may not have mentally dubbed one of your textbooks “The Vocabulary Book of Rassilon”.
- You are doing a graffiti-style mural in...
Baby Kisses
I hope this isn't habit forming, Doctor. Don't want to get into a bad habit.
Just sitting here thinking about Harry James Potter and how much these songs remind me of him:
These remind me of Ron & Harry [when they fought]: