saddle up, bitches

[anniebass]

a bit obsessed with doing these, it's the most fun I've had with trad art in a while

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traditional art commissions

[silverwingxox]

born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

[kayascodelorio]

THE PITT + TRIVIA • from the cast & interviews (part 1)

[mxmoth]

THE PITT SEASON 1 (2025) Ho'oponopono

[crowshaped]

fellow losers first day fuckups

[jakeperalta]

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs. [insp]

[mardyart]

oh my god they were camp counsellors

[anniebibananie]

cool just doing nothing with you | 25k words | teen

“My place is empty, and I’m up anyway,” Steve said. “You could always come over. Smoking weed might do the trick to knock us out.”  Eddie eyes him suspiciously for a moment, as if Steve wasn’t finished. “You know I’m Eddie Munson, right? I’ve already tried weed. Weed is part of my balanced diet.”  Steve fluttered his eyelashes. “But you haven’t tried it with Steve Harrington.”

🍃It's never easy, recovering from the trauma of a battle with the supernatural, but this time Steve has Eddie. And weed. Hopefully one of those two can help him sleep at least.

[charpng]

whats up danger 🕷❤️

[hermiione]

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

[richardsiken]

“With this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all I have, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.”  

 — Richard Siken, Wishbone

[castielstiel-deactivated2023020]

1x13 - 5x13

[spookydraig-deactivated20210725]

He kneels beside Blake’s body. Impotent.

[katiemcgrath]

death doesn’t discriminate between the  s i n n e r s  and the  s a i n t s

[halfbloodprince]

Why is it that when something happens, it is always you three?

[ofhobbitsandwomen-deactivated20]

fairytale aus: jaime x brienne | stardust

“Mother?” Jaime stared down at the woman below him. She wasn’t the woman he’d imagined all those years, but there was something there he supposed, in the jaw line. Similar to his own. 

But the woman below him just glowered. “Do I look like I’m your mother?”

After a moments inspection, he spoke again. “No, I suppose you don’t,” he said. “Though there is an uncanny resemblance to my father.”

“It would be helpful now,” she snarled, “if you would leave me alone.” 

With a grimace, Jaime turned away. It was only as he was looking down at his boots–the defeated stance he felt quite suited to at the moment, and he wore it rather well–that he noticed the silver beneath him. 

“This…this is where the star landed,” he murmured. He could do it then. He could keep his vow, bring the star back to Cersei. 

The woman barked out a laugh behind him. “Yes yes, quite clever,” she said. “Though to be a little more specific, this is where the star was knocked to the ground by a magical, flying moron!” 

“You’re…you’re a star?” But she was a woman. How could she be the star? None of his septas had ever spun tales of stars falling from the sky in shining silver dresses. Maybe it had been in one of those books that made his eyes swim. 

“I’m Brienne,” she said. Her shoulders straightened and chest puffed up a bit. “Of Tarth.”

“Tarth? But that Kingdom is–”

“In the sky? Yes, well done for putting that together. Now,” she grabbed the limp material of her skirt and started twirling about, gazing determinedly at the sky. “If you’ll leave me be.”

“Sorry to spoil your plan,” Jaime said. Before she could ask what he meant, a thin golden chained snaked around her wrist and melted into itself. “But you have to come with me. Ugly or not, you are a star. And I’ve a birthday present to deliver.” 

[anniebibananie]

game of thrones au | florist myrcella & caterer theon + wedding au ↳ for @asoiafrarepairs a dream of spring event :: flowers

Here is the thing about Theon Greyjoy (which Myrcella feels particularly capable of speaking to after close to a dozen weddings): he’s the most annoying human being she’s ever had the dissatisfaction of working with (or more accurately, nearby). He’s also incredible at his job, which only makes him more infuriating. 

He just has this smug way about him every time he sees her coming to a venue, flowers in hand. Usually he’ll be by the bar, helping to set it up for whatever bartender will be dealing with the rowdy wedding guests, and he sends her an exaggerated wink. Sometimes he yells out to her with some annoying nickname—blondie, barbie, princess—like he’s the first person to ever think of them. 

“Come on, Baratheon. Don’t you want to take me for a spin?” he asks one night, when Myrcella has gotten roped into hanging around because Sansa’s assistant called out late and she needed extra hands to make sure the wedding was kept on schedule. 

She has a scathing remark on the tip of her tongue before she notices he’s tipping his head toward the dance floor, a smirk on his lips because he knew exactly what she was thinking he meant.

“I don’t really like you that much,” she says honestly.

He holds out his hand anyways. “Baby, I can work with that. All I hear is you don’t hate me. I’ve made it work with far less.” 

That makes her laugh, despite her better judgement. “One song,” she agrees. 

She really hopes it isn’t a mistake. (It probably is). 

💐🥃Myrcella is the top florist for weddings. Theon is the top caterer for weddings. It’s impossible for them to not see each other far more than Myrcella would like. Theon is aggravating. He never reads a room, he pushes all her buttons, and he seems to enjoy making everyone around him uncomfortable. But there’s something about his honesty that Myrcella can’t stop herself from admiring, and the more she sees him (which is a lot, far more than she’d deem desirable), the more she thinks she might not hate him just as much as she thinks she does.