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The air in his lungs let out in the sound of a light chuckle as he turned his head still resting on the steering wheel towards her. âIâm upset with me too.â
He took a moment to just look at her. Even though she was injured, looked crazy, and he knew she was high as fuck, she was still beautiful. This moment truly made him remember why he treasured her. Their friendship and relationship has always been full of ups and downs and he honestly wouldnât trade it for anything.
âLetâs get you home and back to bed. We can talk about how much we both hate and love each other then okay?â
Hearing him chuckle made her grin softly, as she nodded a bit, âyou should be. I was going to make breakfastâ she whispered softly as she let her head fall back against his nice seats. thank god she changed, sheâd never hear the end of it if she got blood on anything. fighting with him was horrid, while it was a bit of their relationship, actually being angry at him? him upset at her? horrible.Â
Her eyes drifted to his as it started to fully register what he was saying to her, was he actually admitting to feelings for her? âhomeâ she repeated softly, before looking back to the window. it took a couple minutes before her head was turning to the side to look at him, âso...you love me?â she teased softly watching him as the streetlights passed over his frame.
Emma Stone as GRACE FARADAY in Gangster Squad | 2013, dir. Ruben Fleischer
whiskey kisses
who knew after all these years, theyâd be in a decently functioning relationship. it was something new and exciting for the both of them, and somehow terrifying all together. they were taking it slow, baby steps seemed to be making it work between them, minus their normal pickering. it wasnât like much changed between the two idiots, their friendship just got elevated with a bit more touching than before, but nothing else seemed to change, which she was grateful for. it wasnt a difficult transition for them, however it was the first time both parties had someone wanting them happy, which was taking small adjustments for both of them.
it was one of those odd nights they stayed at his place, it was a compromise they made so any other night she could see her cat, and as much as she loved his place, sheâd never admit to it. the wind was hitting against the window as the waves crashed along the distance rocks and sand, he always had the nicest views and it always lulled her into a deep sleep. he was seated next to her on his side of the best, flipping through his own papers as she sat next to him flipping through a murder mystery she picked up on their last book store outing. the silence wasnât awkward, it was almost comforting, and as more time passed through their relationship things she once found nerve racking in her previous relationship was comforting coming from him. picking her head up from her book, she turned to the brunette on her side, moving to adjust her glasses as she opened her mouth before retreating back into herself. it took three more moments of her opening her mouth, attempting to form words before he was calling her out. âspit it out red, donât let that brain work too hardâ he teased, he played annoyed well but now that they were seeing each other she quickly realized it was more of his way of being sweet to her.
laughing a bit she shoved her finger into the corner of her book before rolling her eyes, âidiotâ she muttered before looking back at him. the thing with newly dating someone, things werenât always clear, and they had some different experiences with dating, so each event just seemed up in the air. âare we.. doing anything for valentineâs day?â gabby asked softly as she watched him pause, both of them had wheels turning behind their gazes and it was almost comforting to know he was always almost as confused as her. âdo you..want to do something?â he asked her as they stared at each other, she didnât want him to think she expected anything, but she wasnât sure how he felt about it either. âi donât really care, not that i donât care about youâŚi just donât mind what we do if we even do anything..â she was rambling and they both knew it, and he looked like he was trying not to say something as she narrowed her eyes at him. âshut upâ she laughed out as she moved to tuck her head against his shoulder, not looking at him would help her nerves.
a part of her wanted to do something special for him, when was the last time someone did something for him out of love? moving to kiss his shoulder she smiled a bit before moving out of his bubble to grab her phone, âyou know what- my turn, iâll plan it, you just show upâ she said proudly as he raised an eyebrow at her. âgreat, so chaos?â he said giving her his normal deadpan and she rolled her eyes again at him, âdonât be an ass, iâll wow your socks off just you waitâ he was staring at her like she had three heads, and she learned early on it was just his normal state around her. âoh donât give me that look, come onâ she whined as started googling things, âwhen was the last time you let someone treat you to a nice night out?â she teased softly as they stared at each other, âexactly, now stop being annoying and be excitedâ he went to insult her again and she moved to cover his mouth with her free hand, and if they ended up ignoring their nightly stuff after that, then so be it.
he didnât bring it up again, she wasnât sure if he really even believed her about it, or if he just didnât care enough to think about it, regardless she was near overflowing with excitement. she couldnât remember the last time she got excited to do something with a partner, and knowing it was for him? something in her was even more excited. when the night rolled around, she knew it was going to be good, and even if he hated the entire thing, it wasnât like he still wouldnât get something out of it.
the red head insisted on taking her car, even when he stared at her a little longer, she just smiled his way and dragged him along. the drive wasnât long, just a little ways out of the city, in some side community, and she ignored the way he stared at her throughout the ride, trying to figure out what she was doing, âyouâre not making me do something silly right?â he questioned and she laughed, pulling into the fenced in area. she almost swelled with pride as he stared out the windows trying to figure it all out, the night was going to be fun, it had to be.Â
parking into the field like instructed she smiled at him, âokay, So!â she started as she unbuckled, âi did research, because Iâm pretty great and they were having an Pakula night, and they play a bunch of his movies on a big screen and you get to chill out and watch it, and I got food from that place we like, your steak with those weird veggiesâ he was smiling at her, but she couldnât tell if it was just polite or if he was genuinely happy, âyou mean broccoli?â he questioned as she nodded, âand i brought a blanket so we can sit down and i drove so you could have your whiskey or if you want the wine i brought and i figured this was a good combo of all the stuff we both like, and I wont get completely overwhelmed and youâll be well fed and watching a movie you like so.. Iâm talking a lotâ they were grinning at each other as she moved to lean over to kiss him softly, with a grin, âhappy valentines dayâ she mumbled as they shared a small moment. âhappy valentines day, gabsâ.Â
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Max was honestly too stunned to say much of anything at the moment. He just kind of followed Gabby as they walked around the hospital towards the exit. Trying to guide her to where his car was parked, she was being fucking stubborn and acting like she already knew. So a few frustrating and silent moments later they were both in the car and buckled. It was that moment he let out a big sign and leaned his head against his steering, the keys still not even in the ignition.Â
âGabby, of course I didnât know. How was I suppose to know that you had feelings for me? After everything weâve been through I had kind of gotten use to the idea that we were never going to happen. I had stopped trying to look at the signs and convince myself that you felt any fraction of what I felt for you.â The man was literally baring his soul to her right now, in a parking lot, while she was high as a kite.
If Gabby could recall the walk to the car, and the check out process, she was sure it was intense and awkwardly silence, but she had no idea how she even got seated into his car. Everything about this moment was wrong, it should have been sweet and nice, but it wasnât. She was gross, sweaty and too high to function and the man next to her was putting up with it.Â
Hearing his confession made her want to scream but the sober part of her knew he was right. Leaning her head back into the seat, she tilted her head to look at him, sheâd never seen him like this. âHow could I not?â She whispered softly before puffing out a bit of air. âIt was rude of me to assume you knew.. Iâm sorryâ The red head may have muttered the apology, but she knew he heard it. âIf it helps I didnât realize for a bit, Iâm the same bit of idiot as youâ she said with a small smile before swallowing thickly. âIâm upset with youâ
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âTo be fair, you didnât tell me you loved me til day three. And the second you did I felt so fucking guilty for thinking you didnât before and for running away. I knew in that moment I couldnât just text you or call you back. That would have been too insignificant. So I immediately got back in my car and drove to you. But in true Gabby fashion, the second I got there to talk through this I get a call that youâre in the fucking hospital because you decided to be a fucking idiot!â The words came out of him like fire and he didnât mean it the way it sounded. But thatâs how it always is with Gabby. Nothing ever goes as planned. They never have been able to communicate or go through things smoothly, their fights and conversations always derail in ways that he never thought they would. And never in years would he have envisioned that they would be having this conversation in public, in a hospital room, in front of a nurse.
The redhead handed him some shit and he watched her stubble around the room trying to get her shit together so they could leave. He just stood, his feet planted in the same spot, seething at her but also wanting to hold her and cry and care.
Gabby wasnât one for hospitals, but each time she was here, she got stronger and stronger pain pills and the situations seem to keep increasing in danger. Last time she stood, arguing in a hospital room it was with Justin, and now she was doing it with Max, and for a few moments she wondered if she was the problem but as he talked and talked her mind came back from space. The red head watched him carefully taking in his body language, she couldnât imagine how the nurse by the door felt, but she also didnât care, it took them years to have this conversation. The medicine was working its way through her body, blocking pain receptors and she adjusted her sling a bit as she grabbed her work book bag from the side chair and moved to hold it out to him so they could put the papers away.Â
âIâm the idiot?â She questioned staring at him, her voice softer but didnât lack the anger she was radiating. âdonât act like you didnât already know.â Her love for him was so clear, were they both just incredibly dense? âI can feel every molecule in my bodyâ Gabby said as she half handed her bag to him. âYou ghosted me after preaching about how horrible it was! I woke up alone, after you kissed that other girl!â She started before turning to the nurse, âLetâs goâ. She said moving to grab his upper arm, the pain meds may be amazing, yet still made her a bit uneasy on her feet.
Emma Stone photographed for Vogue US (2016)
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big 3 : ⟠scorpio ⽠libra â capricorn
coffee order : mocha almond milk latte
bar order :Â Wine, always, more white than red but will accept rosĂŠ
favorite scent : vanilla almond, freshly brewed coffee
favorite song : champagne problems
favorite movie : casablanca
comfort food: chocolate, three cheese pizza
comfort character : emily prentis from criminal minds
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San Fran. Michaels Residence. 20xx.
Groaning, the red head dragged a hand down her tired face, rubbing away the day as she wandered up the stairs on their shared home. Dogs running around her ankles, the weight of the week was finally coming down onto her as dragged herself into the bathroom. Showering and standing in her robe, she stretched and yawned as the 12 hour shift caught up to her. Justin wandered in kissing her cheek, talking about his day and his week and everything else he could to fill the silence that once settled into their bathroom. Running her toothbrush under the stream she smiled and nodded along as he went through his own motions, this is everything sheâd ever wanted but suddenly things felt confusing. It was a near miracle they werenât fighting, he was always so concerned with everything, how they looked or who was chatting with her more fondly that week or his boxing, god his stupid fragile masculinity. As of late the fights revolved around her choice of friends, sure she had plenty of girl friends now, more than she ever dreamed up, but it was her male friends that seemed to be their issues. Oliver was too nice to her at work, or Mason smiled at her too long so they must like her romantically, in his eyes that is what it was. Max was the sore subject for them, Justin hated him and the feeling was very mutual she was sure of it.
Continuing the motions she continued on brushing her teeth, letting her mind continue to wander. Did Max really give off some vibe she never realized? No, that was stupid. He enjoyed being a bachelor, he always had, but the more she began to analyze the more she started to freeze. She still wasn't sure if it was her tired brain tricking her or if her brain was finally catching up to her heart, but something in her just..clicked. Her movements faltered as she swallowed hard, âRed?â His voice snapped her out of whatever rabbit hole she fell down as she turned to look at him, toothbrush half hanging out of her mouth as he stood there fresh from the shower, hands holding his towel up as he looked at her, flashes of concern and frustration filled his eyes. âAre you okay?â He questioned and she nodded wordlessly as she leaned over to spit into the sink, her mind reeling. âTired, long dayâ Gabby admitted looking at him and giving a small tired smile, there was absolutely no way she just uncovered layers or emotions for a man who made her blood boil, brushing her teeth while her husband chatted about his day. There was no way.
Hours later, a once tired redhead now laid awake wrapped in her blanket as Justin snored in the spot to her right. Her mind needed an off switch, this was too much. How did she not know it? How did no one else notice? Did everyone notice? Suddenly every single comment made to her regarding them made her head swirl, Justin and Lisa even, god and Sheila, all these people realized before her. Â Every time she encouraged him to get the girl or every time he discussed a new one night stand how did she not realize the own crack in her armor? The crack in the facade that she didnât care about him like that, each girl left a different crack and now it was all coming to a head as she laid in her shared bed with her husband. Her eyes drifted to the man next to her, watching him sleep peacefully next to her unknowing to her internal emotional dilemma, how did this happen? Gabby didnât even know what love was until she met Justin, she was sure of it- but as she lays here and assesses the relationship itâs clear this is everything love isnât supposed to feel like.
This wasnât what her life was supposed to be, sitting in an expensive house wrapped up in imported sheets, expensive jewelry and cars and trips planned out, if she looked in the mirror would she even recognize herself? Is this what she tricked herself into thinking? That this was all fine? Swallowing hard she turned away from him, moving to reach for her phone, her thumb hovered over Maxâs contact, a stupid blurred picture of him held its slot. As Justin shifted next to her froze, locking her screen quickly just in case the light woke him up, that was the last thing she needed. The silence is near suffocating, and soon emotions flood through her, all she wanted to do was tell Max, but none of it would be right, he was perfectly content with the single life, and even if he wasnât; her? Â Heâd never settle down, not when this was easier for him, and soon crept in the longing. Would he ever feel that way for her? Had he before, was she too blind to see it?
San Fran. Event Hall, 20xx.
The music was too loud, people were rustling and moving around her as she leaned against the cold wall. Justin just had a giant fight, tons of press and blood and so much going on. Ever the supporting wife, she was here and god did she hate every single second of this night. Dressed in an outfit she hated, a dress and heels, his athletic jacket hung over her arms as she watched him run outta the ring. Sheâd watched him win round after round, ignoring every pain and punch thrown his way, and it was moments like this she genuinely wondered how she got to where she was. Justin wasnât a horrible man, she definitely out did herself, he was pretty and he supported her but something about him wasnât sitting correctly anymore. When she had that ridiculous emotional revelation about Max, everything seemed so pointless. Her marriage, this entire situation she had herself in was idiotic. Everything about it was ruined for her. The overwhelming flow of jealousy that coursed through her when he talked about Lisa, or hell even her cousin made her more irritable and cranky and she had to pass it off as period hormones whenever Justin questioned it. The adoration that creeped in when he smiled at her too long, or did things heâd normally hate just because she asked, even she couldnât be mad at him for the kisses he gave her and obviously there was that sense of dread having to tell Justin and Lisa but she couldnât stop the warmth that bloomed under all these icky emotions. Max always kissed her like there were no consequences, like they had nothing to lose and each time she had to push it away, and him away, she realized how much she hated it. Not only was she reevaluating her marriage, but also the friendship she shared with Max. She experienced near zero romance before Justin, and she was naive even now, was it possibly she missed cues or hints? People obviously thought there was something there for a reason right? Max was naturally a flirt, so itâs quite possible he never meant anything from it, they were sarcastic to each other constantly, was it cruel to consider that he never meant any comment that came her way like that? A part of her knew it was there, there has to be something there. The lingering stares, the anger towards each other's partners, the undeniable devotion to each other, they'd drop anything for the other even if they claimed they wouldnât. He always put up a hard front but when she ran off to Arizona he contacted her nearly a hundred times, texted to make sure she was okay before ripping into her for the stupidity she had. Max had this layer he always let her peel back, even if he didnât realize it, and that had to count for something, to her it counted for everything.
Her eyes snapped back to the opening, seeing the crowds cheer as he knocked another guy out, dancing around when the other man stayed down, finally securing his win. He was grinning, wider than sheâd seen in months, he looked more happy in the ring then he did besides her. Another nail into the coffin. Straightening her dress, she pulled it down a bit further as he ran back to where she was, beaming and proud of himself, and a part of her was happy for him and another just held such sadness. âCongrats babyâ She said softly to him as he kissed her, he was going on and on about it all, like she hadnât been watching it and for the first time in their entire relationship she didnât care. When she spends hours discussing work, its met with grunts and groans and âthat's so muchâ or âhow do you work like thatâ but he was never interested. Never really cared, and for the first time she was realizing it. Gabby devoted her entire being to him; being his wife, his supporter, his future, and right now she had no idea who she even was anymore. The red head was wordlessly nodding as he spoke to her, trying to keep that smile on her face, just like sheâd done all those times before but she could barely keep the tears from forming in her eyes, she hated him. Walking side by side, she held onto the jacket tighter as her lip quivered, before she put her arm out to stop him from walking. Justin was staring at her with confusion, how did she not realize all this so much sooner?
A part of her prayed and begged whatever gods out there that the new found feelings that surfaced would disappear. However, with each passing day nothing changed. Justin kisses her goodbye and she barely acknowledges it, Â he brings her flowers and the joy is gone, he surprises her with jewelry and trips and they do nothing for her. Every time he tells her he loves her it goes in one ear and out the other, every time he heaves over her and grunts out her name it leaves her feeling hollow and the muscle that once beat for him now strains not to around another. Fights pile up, work becomes the only escape, and distance takes over the love Justin and her once shared. Was Justin just a placeholder or some sort of substitution for what she wanted? Her therapist was going to have a field day with this one. Time doesnât change anything, they continue to grow apart, Max is still a constant in her life and she struggles to focus around him. Things that were once innocent in her mind are now over scanned and romanticized and it took everything in her to hold back how she was feeling. Is this what poets wrote about? The longing. The obsessing need to fill a void that will never be satisfied? Even watching him fight, it used to bring her such pride, such happiness to see him just so devoted to something and now? It was like the events and feelings over the past few weeks were piling up onto her and she couldnât bear to handle it any longer.
Holding his jacket out to him, she paused looking at his chest as she fumbled with words, her eyes finally letting the tears spill as she tried to ignore the anxiety forming in her chest. âI want a divorceâ And just like that it was over. Gasping out, she looked at him, finally meeting his eyes, so much passed through that gaze as she shoved his jacket into his chest, âGabby- whatâ He tried to talk to her but she couldnât hear anything but her own heart beat. The adrenaline was pumping through both of them, his was fueling the anger as hers was fueling the anxiety of it all, he was yelling at her, trying to understand, trying to get an explanation but theyâd been oceans apart for months. âYou arenât even going to look at me!â He yelled, as she started to pull away, he had his hand on her wrists holding her there, and it didnât even matter, while the anxiety was still in her chest, a weight was lifted from her as well. âI owe you nothingâ She whispered softly as they stared at each other. âOh what! Is there someone else? Is it that Mason guy? Or Max? Always knew that asshole couldnât mind his own business. Huh! Who is it? Tell me whatâs going on!â He was yelling, shaking her arms, trying to get her to explain and all she did was sniffle. âIâm unhappy.â She said as they watched each other and he finally let her go. What more could she say to him? âSorry, I realized my feelings for you werenât genuine, wanna take it back?â Like that would go over well. Every insult he flung her way didnât matter, she deserved it, he never wanted to get divorced. She knew Justin always thought they would be forever. Walking away from him was somehow the hardest and easiest thing sheâd ever done. And just like that sheâs the bad guy.
Divorce processing is long and boring and every ounce as draining as she thought itâd be. She doesnât cry anymore, thereâs nothing left, she accepts her fate, doesnât ask for anything and takes whatever Justin gives her. She doesnât want anything to do with him, or this city, or any of it. Moving out is bittersweet, but it helps the healing, especially with every snide comment and poor communication that has risen since their divorce was announced. Her mother resents her for doing this, Justin rarely looks at her, and Abby still tries to reach out, tries to mend things between Justin and her, but it soon turns to nothing. She spent so much of her life independent and single, she wasnât sure why it was so hard to adjust to it again. Eating meals alone, sleeping alone, one set of shoes by the door, no one to spend friday nights with, or early mornings with before work, it was all new to her again. It was hardest to learn to be herself again. Gabby never realized how much she allowed herself to become consumed by him, and their life and their future, all of it. Being herself again was hard, suddenly she had a future unset and it was okay, she didnât need to think about another person or a possible family or whatever else was supposed to pop up for them, just her. Telling people was the hardest part, especially when others didnât understand why they split, she was the bad guy to every single person and it didnât even matter anymore. Â
When she left California, it wasnât supposed to be permanent, never was. Arizona was just a weekend thing, hiking and enjoying the heat and silence but when it came time to drive back, she extended it longer and longer every time until she suddenly had rent to pay there and a whole new life where no one knew her. It lasted a few months, six at best, she tried dating again, worked as a waitress, lived the small life, never questioned anything, it was fake. A guard up around her at all times as she went through motions, Max slipped through her mind a few times but it didnât all come crumbling down until she accidently mumbled the wrong name on a date. All she could do was laugh, and cry and apologize, and cry more. Her life was too much of a mess, and even when she swallowed down her pride and called her mother it helped and she ended up back in her hometown, seeing a local therapist, working small cases, getting her shit together. Putting herself back together was the absolute hardest part of it all, but she wouldnât change a single thing.
Youâre now entering the Golden State...
THE AMAZING SPIDERMAN 2 ( 2014 ) dir. marc webb
La La Land (2016) | dir. Damien Chazelle
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âBullet point one back at you, you signed up to go back into the field and didnât tell me.â He spat the words back at her, rising a little further on the seat to match where she was sitting. Their eyes starring at each other with enough intensity it could kill either of them. He knew she was waiting for him to explain himself and part of him wanted to, but another part thought this was really not the time or place to be doing this here. âYouâre so fucking stubborn, making us do this here. But I know you wonât let this go. So fuck it, letâs do this. Here. With you high on whatever the fuck.â
âYes.â He half-shouted, âI didnât text you back for three days. But I needed time to process what happened. I never thought what we did was going to happen, and I definitely didnât think it was going to happen the way it did. So I needed to go and collect my thoughts. I was going to come back. I always planned on coming back. But then you called me your best friend and it punched me in the gut so I stayed away longer.â All his words were in a half scream at her, as he wanted to yell at her, but he didnât want anyone to come in and think there was something wrong. âI was actually on your fucking doorstep with your boss called me.â
The groan that left her as he spoke made her roll her eyes. Her eyes stayed on his as they both seemed to move to lean closer to each other, tensions getting her again. She mimicked him calling her stubborn before watching him, this was the dumbest place theyâve ever argued but if she was going to be upset she might as well be high on hospital grade pain killers for it.
Sitting up she moved to turn more towards him and nearly yanked the IV out herself, he was half out of his chair and she wanted to grab him and shake sense into him. âI told you I loved you and you said nothing!â She half shouted back as she watched him, âNothing! I got nothing from you, all you had to do was tell me you needed time! You just dipped, no note, no text, I asked for the smallest crumb, I spent three days thinking you regretted everythingâ Gabbyâs head whipped around as the nurse entered the room again, moving to take her IV out and hand them both paperwork, which was just stupid considering how high she was. The second she stood up she was handing him her papers, âdonât lose theseâ
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âAre you allowed to go home tonight? Donât they have to keep you for observation or something?â He looked at her and watched her give him the dumbest of looks. âLook I donât know anything about this shit, but anytime someone gets hurt in the movies they always have to stay.â Max didnât even have to look at her, even though he was, to know she was face palming at how much of an idiot he was. âYou really wanna ask that question right now? Cause I have a fucking list.â
Gabby watched him as she gave him a look before nodding her head, âyeah no internal bleeding this time, so I get to go home with a doctors note and time off of workâ She admitted before giving him a shrug. When the nurse came running in she gave a small apologetic smile, she nodded along as they told her itâd be a couple minutes before wandering out. Cringing a bit she dropped the button onto the bed and looked back at him as she moved to lay back down. âI do! I have a list myself, and I wanna see if they match upâ she said as she adjusted her sling, âBullet point one; you ignored me for three days, and didnât even text back!â