I got my commission back from @windbyfire for my percabeth fic all of you, all of me (intertwined) and I am YELLING it’s so prettyyyyyy 😭
Sometimes u just accidentally make out with that hot coworker you are desperate to hate in a closet at a Halloween party, you can’t be faulted for that, it happens to everyone
So my new favorite things is taking Six screenshots wildly out of context and then adding captions. These are my favorites.
This is so funny i never get tired
"Girlfriends? 🤔" "No no no, not girlfriends 😒"
"boyfriends! 😌" "NO no not boyfriends either 😨"
Gif:@tvstrangerthings
The Pevensies are foreign when they return home.
The streets no longer know them. They do not seem to fit in their own bodies as they stroll the cobbles, Lucy’s hand tucked carefully into Peter’s, Edmund trailing watchfully behind Susan like a shadow. Their eyes are sharp, their smiles crooked, and those who see them cross to the opposite side of the road, afraid of the ancient gleam they see reflected back at them that does not belong in the eyes of a child.
Water murmurs to Lucy when she flits past, and lamplight follows her wherever she goes, even in broad daylight when the lamps are unlit. Their flames sputter into existence when she walks by, flickering at her in a way that seems to whisper I know you. Lucy looks at them with feral teeth and smiles, and vines twist from the cobbles at her feet. She laughs like a wild thing, eyes glowing, but a moment later she blinks and it is gone. Her feet hardly seem to touch the ground at all as she darts through the alleys.
The sky is clearer when Peter walks the streets, clouds vanishing like they were never there at all. His eyes are too much like a lion’s, struck through with gold and filled with a brooding fierceness, yet he laughs as he twirls Lucy around, and claps Edmund on the back as they share a stupid joke, and smiles with Susan when she tells him of the bow she plans to carve. He is all warmth and friendliness, but there is something about his eyes. There is something about all of their eyes.
The sun caresses Susan as she moves about, and she is graceful, too graceful, her hair seeming to be alive of its own accord as she steps lightly along the streets. Her skin is pale like ice, and sometimes her gaze appears almost silver as she stands by the river, gazing into its depths with a distant, siren-cold smile. She is gentle, but her fingers look a little too long sometimes. Her laugh is a little too unsettling.
Trees lean towards Edmund when he walks past, branches scraping his clothing, leaves showering around him. Books and journals and pages covered in notes perpetually fill his arms, spilling from his grasp but never quite falling. His voice is even-keeled, quiet, but there is something wild about it, something unhinged. He speaks of things none have ever heard before, dark hair falling into his eyes, mouth unsmiling and hands perfectly still, and for a moment he seems to be someone else, fangs beneath his lips, dirt on his tongue. He tilts his head just a little too far, sometimes.
The Pevensies are foreign when they return home. They do not fit their bodies. They do not fit the streets. People who encounter them cross to the other side of the road to avoid them, terrified of the oldness they see in the children’s faces. Such depth does not belong in the gaze of a child.
And yet four sets of eyes, ancient and deep and flickering like candlelight, stare out from the children’s faces, and their smiles are sharp, too sharp. Their laughter is a little too wild as they walk, the oldest and youngest hand-in-hand, the middle children trailing each other like shadows.
There is something about those children’s eyes.
There is something about those children.
Modern au ♻️ based on original designs
Jet's leg muscle really gives the basketball player vibe so i did 👆
a dysfunctional found family with dark pasts and no brain cells who saved the day with the power of friendship can be so personal
I haven't even watched the show yet but it's posts like these that make me want to watch it more than the flattery ones because I love nothing more than getting angry at a show for getting rid of angry characters
it's so fun how they removed sokka's sexism because it's "problematic" but then took away every aspect of katara that made her who she is and completely flattened her personality in a way that leaves none of the aspects that made her a feminist character and in a way that is only ever done to female characters and by fun i mean im going to kill them
Little pony princesses 💗
Hi :) welcome back to my bullshit | she/her | my ao3 is StopmotionStars
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