#im not playing

[gerardwaysbob]

three cheers is literally the best album of all time

[sparklejumprope13]

happy 5 year anniversary to black widow movie !!

"see you in a minute"

its been 5 years babe, come back now, jokes over, not funny anymore

[iiruwu]

they are CRAZY for giving robin long hair and nancy a mullet-shag in the prologue. i need them making out with tongue on ao3 STAT

[modawg]

percy is a very expressive person, when he’s happy it pulls his face into a bright grin, when he’s angry his face is pulled tight, when he’s worried his brows knit together, when he cry’s he can’t stop the tears from falling, he worries his bottom lip and though he’s the son of posídeon he can never fully get rid of the wetness around his eyes

annabeth loves his expressions, she likes being able to read him like that

she has her favorites, his mischievous smile, the curl of his brow

and she has her least favorites, the one she hates, the blank stare he gets after something terrible has happened

the one that means he’s not really there, the one that looks like he’s taken a step back from his mind, it being too horrible for him to watch

she could count the number of times she’s seen it on her hands, she could see him standing there a empty vessel as apollo took rachel his only mortal friend, as they huddled around luke’s dead body, the same with selina, with charlie, when he thought tyson had died

during the war when he would simply watch over new york, telling her about how weird it was to see his friends bodies, children’s bodies, laid out in the city he grew up in. the young memories he had growing up being splattered with blood

she could remember being in the plane flying away from atlas, her arm intertwined with his, he was shaking, one hand holding riptide and the other holding a small statue, gripping them tight like he was scared the shaking would knock them out of his grasp. thalia had told her there was another girl on the quest to get her, bianca di angelo, that the statue was the last of her. she had looked at percy, his forehead pressed against the glass, his eyes almost unseeing. he didn’t say anything.

she could remember when percy had found out sally was gone, when chiron had given her praise calling her brave, percy had stared at a corner of the room, unmoving.

it was a expression annabeth was a little scared of, one she was getting used to after tarturus.

one she still didn’t truly understand how to help with.

one that made her want to hide him away from the rest of the world, curl him into the crook of her neck and never let go

[m4ngione]

the etsy witches and all the gods will be hearing from me

[neatbay]

transporting myself to go live inside the wolf of the west

[pikkuisesti-paskaa]

Anyway silksong

[takemetomyfragiledreams]

Hey general psa: if you consider yourself a fan of the lie in temporary and then go and leave nasty comments to chubby about her art, no you're not. Chubby does not need to share any of her stuff with you but she does because we ask her to. She doesn't need to make art of our stuff but she does out of the goodness of her heart.

See something you don't like? Cool! Keep it to yourself.

Think you can give some constructive criticism? Cool! Keep it to yourself.

You don't get more art by being a bully. All you're doing is leaving a bad taste in all our mouths and making it unlikely she'll draw something for this verse again. Knock that shit off.