#stuck inside

[positivelypresent]

Sometimes we can’t — or don’t want to — go outside and enjoy nice weather, and this can bring on what I like to call “nice day guilt.” If you’re experiencing that, you’re not alone — and hopefully these tips can help!

[arkarti]

Stuck Inside | Rap part animation 💜

decided to animate a bit more of the song. Kinda experimental style

tiktok: X | Youtube

[hachiberry]

hi! i know you just did a gator fic so i hope its okay i’m requesting for him!

Mail Service: FedEx

Delivery: Gator Tillman

Box Size: Medium (friends to lovers if you could please)

Wrapping: No wrapping

Address: Uptown

i hope this makes sense! thank you!

Trapped Together: Gator x you🚪

The silence that stretches between you isn’t heavy—it’s thick with everything you’ve both been too scared to name out loud for months. The rain lashes against the siding outside, a chaotic rhythm that only makes the living room feel more like a sanctuary, a secret space created just for the two of you.

Gator’s hand doesn’t drop away from your face. Instead, his thumb brushes tentatively over your cheekbone, a gesture so gentle it makes your breath hitch in your throat. He’s looking at you with that guarded intensity finally melting away, replaced by a raw, unfiltered vulnerability that makes your chest ache in the best possible way.

"I've been wanting to do that since the moment I walked through the door," he murmurs, his voice barely a rasp over the sound of the storm. "And probably for about six months before that, too."

You let out a shaky laugh, the kind that feels like a confession of its own. "Six months? Is that all?"

He chuckles, a low, vibration that you can feel against your own skin. He shifts, closing the last bit of distance between you, his other hand coming up to rest on your hip, pulling you just slightly closer until there is absolutely nowhere else for you to go. He’s solid, warm, and real. The same Gator who’s been your best friend, your sounding board, and your constant, but suddenly, he’s so much more.

"Okay, maybe a little longer," he admits, dropping his forehead to rest against yours.

The air in the room feels different now. The shift from "friends" to "everything" is happening in the space of a heartbeat. It isn't scary; it feels like coming home. You reach up, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him that final fraction of an inch until your lips brush against his. It’s soft, sweet, and slow… an invitation.

When he kisses you back, it tastes like coffee and patience. It’s not hurried, it’s not demanding; it’s just the natural progression of two people who have been orbiting each other for far too long, finally finding their gravity.

The storm can keep raging outside for all you care. The world can keep spinning, the roads can stay flooded, and the power can stay out. As long as the couch is still here and Gator is still holding you like you’re the only thing keeping him anchored, you’re exactly where you want to be.

Taglist: @bellastone @gatorgirlie @nosebeers @jihoonsbbygirl @gennywennypenny @tuttimcfrutti

[rotrunsdeep]

Stuck inside

[napstadraw]

More art !

( Song : Stuck inside by the living tombstone, CG5 and Gabriel brown)

[sarahisspeaking06]

asked mom about going out to eat and she got SO offended! she said its too expensive and im being ungrateful -_-;

i didnt mean to be rude i love her cooking but like...is that really too much to ask??

[ramblinroseoh]

Hold up, hold up, hold up ! A 1976 Czech version ?

The Little Mermaid (Czech: Malá mořská víla)

1976 Czechoslovak fantasy film directed by Karel Kachyňa based on the fairy tale "The Little Mermaid" by Hans Christian Andersen. The film won the Main Prize at 1977 Gijón International Film Festival. The plot follows Andersen's story faithfully, with the primary difference being that mermaids are not portrayed with fish tails instead of legs, but as sea nymphs who appear to have strong disdain for humanity.

The plot depiction is so visually similar to Disney’s 1989 animated version that it’s hard not to question if they did a total rip off. Calls to mind that quote by Oscar Wilde “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.” With that being said, I loved the Czech version and enjoyed it even more than the 1976 Russian-Bulgarian version.

[macsoul]

3/2

Em um cubículo de concreto eu levanto todo dia e finjo existir

em um estado em que o calor de mais de 30°c é constante a maior parte do ano

imagina, é como viver em uma fornalha, mas obviamente não sou cerâmica, o calor não me transformará em algo belo e útil, só me cozinha aos poucos evaporando a minha paciência de fingir que me importo, nunca quis nada disso, mas penso que já que é essa minha condição, gostaria que o calor me secasse até me quebrar irreparavelmente, e que varressem o pó do forno pela manhã, só então estarei livre.