kings of chaos

physically 24,spiritually immortal

[evermarch]

how do y’all think haymitch felt when katniss came back to him all “i want wiress, beetee, and mags as allies” in catching fire? hand-picking his two and a half men(tors)!!

“of course you do” as his response now means so much more bc he’s not just exasperated he’s like “you really are me with a braid”

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

Rumour has it, although the King of Ithaca had returned to his shores, his throne remained empty for the better part of a year.

[gufu-vire]

Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this:

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

Thank you for the tag @machiavellli !

[cao-tick]

LETS GOOOOOOOO I'm gonna be a sexy man of Tumblr

@productofaritual @a-sociopath-do-your-research @globlingoober @starlyte-writes @hydehydejeykll

[crowthekiller]

accurate tbh

tags: @stardusts-supervoid @enemylv1 @im-sorry--what @softenedsunbeams @marbledew

@maryland-officially @bored-dromaeosaur @mildlybizarrecorvid @thatoneaceidiot @writingnotes520

@be-cat-do-crime @alchemicalwerewolf @rick-tick-tock @luxdraconia @mayhem-moth

@my-mom-named-me-duck @0dividedby0haha @bees-official @lesbian-octo8 @soupygremlin

@dangerousskeletoncoptree @unused-paradox @crow-gal @yahooo-official @the-lunacy-system

@chatter-crow @crystalsandbubbletea @thecreepycrawlersss

[writingnotes520]

Thanks for the tag!

@moss-ridden-owl-creature @kirshimadenkisero @popatochsp @i-kiss-clowns @the-bineapple

@montygatorguy @ink-and-stars @maryland-officially @thee-silly-0ne

[ink-and-stars]

Tf do you mean CODED bitch I AM neurodivergent

Tagging @oblivionsdream and anyone else who wants it

[oblivionsdream]

Ayyyye thanks for the tag! Anyone who wants to do it consider yourselves tagged!

[slapphapp1]

This is cute <3

Gonna tag @fairy-writes @straykidsnerd255

[straykidsnerd255]

This is adorable

I’ll tag: @fairy-writes and anyone else that wants to do this!

[anijamess]

[nifftyisgonnakillu]

LGBT stands for Let’s Get Blitzo Therapy

[oatmealdoodles]

The second I saw this I just bolt right up and HAD to draw it. As my fist comic this took me SO much longer that it needed to -_- part 4

part 3

part 2

part 1

og:

Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your

[localpubliclibrary]

Me reaching what looks suspiciously to be the end of my rope: oobh i got plany off rope

[starredhowell]

i was going to go to sleep but these r breathtaking the ppl need to see

[pierogish]

girl help

bonus lil sketch with a mouse after my tablet refused to work for the night. ref in this post

[redbonemarrow]

For all my phannies out there, here are digital scans of all my dan and phil TIT photocards! Free 2 use but credit is appreciated :D

here are the backs! dark design for regular cards and light design for holographics! VIP package has 100% 1 holographic, but the once you buy as merch only have a small change of having one

more card here !!!

[sncrlynwtms]

dan howell did drag in front of my southern mother in atlanta, georgia, and her immediate reaction was to look at me, nod, and say in the most serious tone: "his legs look really good in that."

[kosmogrl]

[st-eve-barnes]

[littlepeakydevil]

Sophie Rundle on the set of the Peaky Blinders movie

[pjowasmy1stfandom]

Ody is the very determined cockroach while Poseidon is just chasing him around for legit 10 years

[sleepyslag]

Look it's not about whether or not Dan and Phil kiss that does NOT matter. It's about 10 years of internet history meme culture emo culture lining up perfectly for one day. The fact that all of these people happen to be in the same place at the same time, even though the bands broke up and Dan and Phil went on a five year hiatus, is a goddamn miracle. It's fucking beautiful even if nothing happens.

[reiwanwan-deactivated20250327]

Desperate Aria

Alfie Solomons hires you, an Opera singer to sing for him alone but obviously trouble seems to find him wherever he goes.

content includes: Mentions of guns, violence, blood and death

You stand on the grand stage of the dimly lit theatre, singing your heart out for an audience of one—Alfie Solomons. His eyes are focused on you with an intensity that’s almost unnerving, but you’ve been told what was coming. You know what was expected of you, even if it felt like a weight in your chest. The theatre is empty except for Alfie, his solitary figure sitting in the center row with his unyielding gaze, his expression composed.

He had briefed you beforehand, talking about the opera piece you were to sing. He explained it with a surprising passion, his gruff voice softening when he spoke of how the music stirred something in him. “Opera…yeah,” he had said, “…is about life and death, love and loss… it’s the perfect backdrop for what’s about to happen” You didn’t even hear what he said in the first part. Even if what he said didn’t make much sense at all, it didn’t matter to you anymore—you needed the money.

When the doors behind the theatre open and the men walked in, Alfie doesn’t react. He remains seated, a calmness in his posture as if he’d been expecting them all along. He starts speaking to them, discussing about opera and the significance of the piece you’re performing, as if he’s giving a lecture to an audience rather than confronting his would-be assassins, something about “I always thought opera was just a bunch of fat people yelling”. You can’t hear all of his words, but the tone is almost casual, like he’s sharing a bit of his world with them.

Then, Alfie’s voice cuts through the air sharply directing you. “Turn around love. Don’t look back.” His tone is firm but gentle. “You’re young, eh? Don’t need to see what’s about to happen.”

You obey, your back facing away from the non-existent audience now. The words of the opera flow out of you, trembling at first, but then stronger, rising to fill the empty theatre. The tension is palpable, and you can hear the rustling behind you, and the clicking of metal. Your eyes squeeze shut as the first gunshot rings out, the sharp sound cutting through the notes.

You continue to sing, your voice faltering just slightly. The song builds to its crescendo, each note a cry from your chest. When the piece ends, the silence in the room is heavy, suffocating. You don’t look back as you walk offstage, heading behind the curtain as Alfie had told you to do.

When you find Ollie waiting there, you see the envelope of money in his hand, ready for you. You feel your knees buckle and you clutch at your chest, the realization crashing over you. “Is he…?” you start, your voice breaking, unable to finish the question without your eyes starting to tear up from genuine concern.

Ollie wraps an arm around your shoulders, his voice low and soothing. “It’s alright,” he says, “just take the money. It’s done.”

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, and your breath catches in your throat. Then none other than Alfie Solomons emerges from behind the stage, blood streaked across his face and staining his coat, he truly looked like a painting at that moment. His eyes though are still the same—sharp and alive. He gives you a small nod as if to say, “See? Still here.”

It’s only then that you realize what had happened. Alfie had fired first, the instant before they could aim at him. He stands there, a little breathless but victorious nonetheless of course.

Alfie looks at you, his bloody hands resting on his hips. “Told you, didn’t I? Finish your song, get your money, and don’t look back. And you did, didn’t you? yeah you did, Good girl” he says, his voice steady as if he hadn’t just been staring death in the face. “Now go on and get yourself something nice. You’ve earned it.”

You nod shakily taking the envelope from Ollie’s hand. As you walk away, you can’t help but glance back at Alfie who watches you leave, his expression as unreadable as ever. He wipes his brow still catching his breath and you realize how close it had been as he looked down at the bodies, sighed, and then walked away. The strains of the opera still haunting your thoughts.

[whimstories]

I colored it! 🥹🥳 I'm learning color! 😭🥳

[foresteeyes]

i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen