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I should make more Doctor Who fanarts

They will defeat you with the power of a really good tune

jimin clips that provide me with so much serotonin and love that it literally makes me tear up (part 1)

cr. namuspromised, 0613data

happy birthday to our universe, jimin! ♡

“Green suits you well brother-”

“It is too tight.”

“…On purpose.”

Bonus:

Morgott tries (forced to) color analysis! Ancient grandpa discovers shampoo

“Is this ok?”

commission finished some weeks ago, awake inspired piece

My throat hurts, trying to explain to you the wonder in us. 

Haven’t you seen it? The bumblebees and their drunken bobbing, there’s magic on your fingers when you gently lift them to a flower. The stars in the sky that look so far away, yet if you reach as high as you can and stand on your tiptoes, steadying yourself on the laughing friend next to you, you and the stars are one and the same.

Haven’t you listened to the strangers humming songs as they pass? Haven’t those songs played through your head until you know them? There’s a piece of someone else’s wonder on your playlist, buried in the rest of the music that makes your heart beat differently.

Those distant laughs and snippets of conversation that make you jealous and proud all at once that those people have friends they can be themselves with. Those friends you can be yourself with.

Sitting on the carpet and petting a dog while the smell of your favorite food fills the air and you close your eyes because today is good.

The idea of running away to live in the woods, stealing away on a roadtrip to the coast, exploring a big city and falling in love with everyone you meet.

Poetry you hear when you go on a hike and  the itchy mosquito bites that you try not to focus on in the late nights while the fire crackles and the wind whistles through the trees. Sand kicking up into your eyes as you run across the desert, falling over sand dunes and tripping on air. Your reflection, warped and funny looking in a stream before you splash through it, stuffing bright rocks into your pockets and weaving fallen leaves into your hair.

Haven’t you ever heard a baby laugh or a cat purr? Haven’t you ever ran your hands along the fabrics at a clothes store, heading straight for the sales section?

I remember the first time I forgot how to breathe in a thunderstorm. The thunder was so loud it hurt my chest, and my mom squeezed my hand and the rain apologized with it’s gentle droplets, falling over my upturned face from my porch roof.

Now, every time the thunder clashes, my breath catches, and I smile.

Can’t you see how wonderful it is here?

There’s no greater meaning in life than to live. 

The incredible existence that is you with the world is all there is and will be infinitely more the longer you let yourself see.

You touch the universes when you dance with your friends, you transform realities every time you laugh until you cry. You build the foundations of love whenever you smile, you create peace by being loud and reckless. 

What part of the world holds no wonder? What part of you?

The molecules that wove our bodies on looms of stardust never thought of you as a mistake.

When you change your name or hair or any aspect of your appearance they are the first to accept it, even before you. How could they not? When you’re made of stars, when your bones evolved from small and fragile to strong and so uniquely you all on their own, how could you be anything but a masterpiece?

This is incoherent and a jumble because I just want you to know in every way that if you see that wonder around you, if you see that magic and that beauty and that unidentifiable grace, that you can’t deny it’s in you too.

You are the soft sunsets and the pastel skies. You are the stars at night and the meteor showers that people dedicate their entire lives to chasing. You are solar eclipses and impossible planets. You are green grass on a summer’s day and sprinklers under a tramp. You are McDonald’s runs at two am and sticking your hand out the window as you drive.

You are the loud voice announcing horses and cows as you pass them, you are the excitement when a child sees a dog.

You are every relationship and every hope. You are the boats lost at sea with the flickering radars, you are the planes that find them. You are the deep ocean and the blue and gold waves at dawn, you are the sun and the moon revolving and never meeting, you are the cluttered rooms and the messy art supplies. You are the hummingbirds and the butterflies, you are the pollen they treasure, you are the flowers they bloom.

You are laughter and you are love and you are everything you need to be.

Pick a flower as you walk home, whistle back at a bird, bring a family member a cup of coffee, get lost in someone’s eyes, stare at your reflection and try and be friends, take a breath.

Take another.

Now how can you tell me you’re not wonder itself, when you are all these wonderful things?

I wanted to make these portraits of Mercy ( Arya Stark) and Alayne Stone ( Sansa Stark) -which are inspired by Vermeer's " Girl with pearl earing" - because for a lot of time I thought that girl in the painting has something of Sansa Stark and by extension with Arya ..at least in my head😊 I don't know why 🤷‍♀️ 😊

Am I the only one thinking about how much Copia regrets moving on stage whenever he feels his old man body hurts in protest the next day?

Definitely not, Anon! In fact you inspired me:

A Mouthful

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Warnings: a bit of body worship and some suggestive teasing from Copia because he can't help himself hehe, otherwise this is just a soft moment with him, 600 words, sfw (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

“Right there, amore!  That’s perfetto.”

You bit your lip to hide your laugh at the overly exaggerated groan Copia let out while you kneaded the muscles in his back.  He was always a mess after performing, aches and pains quickly settling in after the adrenaline wore off.  While he often teased the audience about needing a “violent shower” nowadays he mostly just needed a long soak in a hot bath.

And you, of course.

“You’re good at this, I should keep you around.  Give you a job.”

“Oh?  And what would my title be?”

Copia turned his head to the side, his white eye catching yours.  There was still face paint caught in his wrinkles, you’d have to make sure to get that cleaned up before he fell asleep.  You raised an eyebrow when you saw the growing smirk playing at his mouth.

“Eh, non lo so.  Maybe something about the sibling in charge of rubbing down Papa?”  He grinned when you snorted, now turning his body to the side and capturing your hands.  “You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know, Papa.  It’s quite the mouthful.”  The gleeful look on his face at your words had you shaking your head, trying to contain your own smile at his antics.  “Don’t you dar–”

“Well, if it’s a mouthful you want I know just the thing.”

You both erupted in giggles, Copia tugging at your hands to pull you tightly against his body.  He groaned when he turned onto his back, an arm around your waist keeping you close to his side.

“Copia, let me finish.  You’ll be too sore to move in the morning if you don’t let me finish.”

“Just un memento, amore.  A few quiet moments before you work your magic again, bene?”

“Okie dokie, Papa.”  

You smiled when he pressed a kiss to your forehead and shimmied a bit so you were more comfortable.  This was your ritual with him after his ritual on stage.  A hot bath followed by an intense massage of his back and legs.  Sometimes it led to other things but it was also nice when it just led to you both cuddling against each other.  Copia sighed then and you looked up at him, blushing at the soft smile on his face.

“I’m not sure I’ll be uh…up for anything else tonight.  Mi dispiace.”

“Copia, you never need to apologize for that.  Okay?”  He nodded and you leaned up to give him a soft kiss.  “Let’s get you rolled over again so I can finish up.”

He slowly turned over and you grabbed the cream you used on him, rubbing it between your hands until it was warm.  You took a few seconds to admire his back, your eyes tracing the freckles and the sporadic bits of hair that Copia refused to believe existed.  The blanket had drifted down to the swell of his ass and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, thinking of how good he looked in those tight pants he wore on stage. 

“Amore?”

“Oh, sorry, Papa!  I got distracted.”  

You avoided looking up from his back as you began to rub the muscles again, the bastard would just be smirking at you anyway.  As your hands drifted down his spine you let them dip lower, right below the edge of the blanket so you could press them into the flesh it was hiding.  Copia let out a very different sounding groan then and lifted his hips to encourage you to press harder.  When you obliged he dropped back down, slowly beginning to grind his hips into the bed.  

Maybe you’d get a mouthful of your Papa later after all.

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"When you're done and finished, when you're done with this show I want you to do the crucifixion.[...] so the people know you've given them everything and you have nothing left to give."

After the war, they won’t recall they ever were human. Howl’s Moving Castle ハウルの動く城  (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

BLOODSUCKER, FAMEFUCKER, BLEEDING ME DRY LIKE A GODDAMN VAMPIRE 𓆩♡𓆪

hi everyone!! thank you all so much for the 2k followers!! i'm so grateful to each and every single one of you angels!! as a celebration i've decided to post a small hyung line series of smut fics based on songs from olivia rodrigo's latest album!! 🤍

02. bad idea right? (ft. sunghoon)

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺

includes: toxic relationship, implied cheating, dry humping, degrading, spanking, swearing, spitting in mouth, pet names, choking, manhandling, unprotected sex, hair pulling, bratty reader, dumbification, fingers sucking, oral (m receiving)

04. lacy (ft. jay)

𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘫𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩

includes: oral (f receiving), fingering, crying, insecurities, soft dom! jay, praising, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, tiny mention of drooling, hate comments directed at reader

05. ballad of a homeschooled girl (ft. heeseung)

𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦

includes: virgin! reader, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, degrading, fuckton of pet names, creampie, stuffing mouth with panties, praising, reader is wearing make up and a skirt, fingering

08. get him back! (ft. jake)

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰

includes: making out, skin marking, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, brief hair pulling, choking, slight bulge kink, degrading, praising too, slight exhibitionism, facial, cursing

note: i'll update the warnings/includes whenever i write a little more and anything new pops up in my mind <33 the first part should be posted somewhere this week!!

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