“we’ve always had bad timing, haven’t we?”
“it just wasn’t the right moment”
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.

JBB: An Artblog!

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka
seen from Vietnam
seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Vietnam

seen from Canada
seen from Portugal

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Austria
seen from United States

seen from France

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
@mulderplease
“we’ve always had bad timing, haven’t we?”
“it just wasn’t the right moment”
Triangle//6x03
I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready for this.
THE X-FILES | 1.04
"It's like the old days. Just me and the Doctor. Together."
ELLIOT “GOES THROUGH BENSON’S STUFF” STABLER
LAW & ORDER: SVU | 15.16
House M.D. 1.09 | DNR
when things get too hard, make sure that you’re talking i know you were raised by the church and encouraged to keep it all in i’ve seen enough now to know that this is special so i’m just asking politely if you’d just try and be careful with yourself
ok kill me i guess
this literally happens
I’m so glad you’re back
Law & Order: SVU S12EP17
Don’t get distracted, Mulder. Don’t forget that Scully is a great shot.
like my father loves my mom
Jackson POV ficlet inspired by the song Like My Father by Jax (go watch the music video (and maybe grab some kleenex because it always makes me cry))
714 words, read here on AO3
His parents growing up were very private in their love. A kiss on the cheek before work in the morning, again in the evening after work. Tender smiles and warm hugs. Theirs was a quiet love; ordinary. It wasn’t the love of great novels, nor of overly emotional films. Poems wouldn’t be written about them. They didn’t cry it from the rooftops or kiss in public. High school sweethearts; grew up together, went to church together, got married and had a child together. Roses on valentine’s day. That, Jackson believed, was how adults loved. Sensibly and quietly, with everyone having their own chair in the living room and the constant presence of gold bands on ring fingers. In his more cynical moments, adults loved boringly.
And then he met them.
He bought her calla lilies – her favourite – home just because. Post-its littered the house, sometimes with a smiley face or a heart along with a message to have a good day or take the bins out; other times with filthy little notes about what she would do to him if he remembered to pick up strawberries and ice cream from the store.
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