Every song in Les Misérables is a prayer. Have a nice day.
God, help me be a good wife
Cause he needs me
Even when he's not right
He still needs me..
Help me let go of all the things that make me mad
At the end of the day, he's gotta know that I've got his back
semi related but I'm starting to think this system's way of making sure no persecutors or asshole-adjacent people form is by giving them the Switch and have them fuck around in animal crossing for a few hours and lemme tell you, it fuckin works I guess
Eisuke Ichinomiya & Leon (God of Leo)
A Secret Pajama Party with you
That's is so cool! They are my two favorite lovers! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧💕
Today, I have something very special to show to you, people of Tumblr…
And I’m very proud of it…
It’s the fifth part of a serie I’m currently working on based on an idea @blacklothwolf and I had a few weeks ago about a Bad Batch x Animal Crossing mashup!!
He was supposed to be an owl, but since there’s no owl villagers (only Blathers), we decided that he was gonna be a goat, until I remembered that deer exist in AC… so here it is!!
Hope y’all like it and happy Tech Tuesday again!!
Oh! And let me know if you want to be tagged on the full serie post that will probably be out in the next week!! ^^
Alcor's under treatment! But Polaris is happy at least to be able to see him ^^
Day Two: "You look so cute in that costume."
Dean adjusted his tie in the mirror, taking a moment to admire his reflection. The costume party had been Charlie's idea, but he was starting to get behind it (hunters and hunter-adjacent only, no monster costumes except maybe Garth). After all, they all deserved a little fun.
Sam had teased him endlessly about not needing to buy a costume, but that didn't matter. He looked damned good in the hip-length brown duster, honest-to-god chaps, and white cowboy hat.
"Hey, Cas, what's taking so long?"
"Perfection takes time," Charlie countered, striding into the room. She'd taken personal charge of Cas's outfit, and given the Black Widow costume she was sporting to go with Stevie's Captain America, that was probably a good choice.
"I look ridiculous," Cas's deep voice echoed plaintively down the hall.
"No you don't. You look so cute in that costume. Come on out."
Dean made a face and mouthed the word 'cute' at her, and Charlie punched him on the arm.
There was a rustle from down the hall as Cas shyly crept into view. "I don't think 'cute' is the correct word."
Dean's mouth fell open. Charlie had dressed Cas from head to toe in black. Black boots, black jeans that showed off the shape of the angel's legs, a black shirt and long black duster that was practically the mirror of Dean's brown one, and a black cowboy hat.
There was even a silvery deputy's badge on his shirt, matching the one on Dean's.
Charlie smacked Dean on the arm again. "He looks good. Doesn't he."
Part of his brain wanted to say something snarky, defuse the situation, but for some reason his tongue just wouldn't shape the words. Charlie helpfully pushed up on his lower jaw until his mouth closed with a click, and he finally nodded.
"You, uh," Dean swallowed. Hard. "You look good, man."
leon is number one and i’m not even mad scm is SO GOOD I LOVE HIM
woooo whumptober fic this time because god I couldn't think of a good doodle hahah
anyway Jane is s a d :D
Jane sighed as she pulled off her cape and folded it neatly to sit on the riverbank. The uniform jacket came next, then the heavy slacks and boots. Wading out into the water, Jane shivered as the lukewarm waist-deep water soaked her to the bone. Tail swinging lazily in the water, Jane walked forwards towards the waterfall burbling over a smallish cliff edge. She reached out a hand and let the water crash onto it. Sighing, Jane pulled back her hand and combed her hair back up into a ponytail, then let her hands drop back into the water. The water had long since soaked through her shorts, and was splashed across her undershirt, leaving damp and cold-ish spots on her chest. She didn’t really like the water, but she couldn’t deny it was effective at washing off blood.
The dried, crumbling, crimson blood that streaked up her forearms was washing away now, but some of the drier parts still clung to her. She reached up and touched her face, wincing at the crackly feeling of drying blood across her cheek. Jane pressed her lips together, then edged under the waterfall, gasping as the water crashed onto her back. She stood there for a while, watching the crimson run off her body and stain the water. Gently, as she reached up and began to scrub the blood from her cheeks, Jane realized she was crying.
She choked on air, hiccups forming in her chest and jerking her shoulders as she sobbed. Grasping at her shoulders, Jane bent her head under both the force of the water crashing down on her shoulders, and her own grief. The water dripping from the ends of her hair ran rusty crimson, and she tugged at it, fully wailing now. Jane hiccuped and gasped, holding her hands in front of her face. The blood crusted to and under her claws seemed to be spreading, running up her forearms and twisting along her shoulders. She cried and scrubbed furiously at her hands, but the blood refused to wash away. Your fault, the voice in her head seemed to scream. Your fault, it’s your fault she’s dead. It’s your fault that you couldn’t save her. It’s your fault. Your fault. Your fAULT YOURFAULTYOURFAULTYOURFAU-
Swiping an arm across her face rashly, Jane sniffled and choked back the rest of her tears. Staring at her reflection in the water, Jane pressed her lips together grimly at the sight of her tear streaked and haunted appearance. How easy would it be? Just to sink under the water, to disappear, to...
Another tear slipped down her face, but Jane didn’t stop it this time. Perhaps it would be a fitting end, or maybe a more fitting one to slit her own throat before plunging under the water. She would be able to experience the deaths of both her subordinates then, she’d be able to repent, to wash her hands clean of their blood. But it wasn’t their blood she was repenting now, was it? No, rashadi blood didn’t run red.
Jane waded back over to the edge of the pool, opening her pack and pulling out a small bundle. The stained flannel fabric still smelled like her, even if the scent of blood nearly overpowered it. Jane held it up to her face, breathing deeply. She was fully sobbing now, tears soaking the flannel, and she sank to her knees in the shallows.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered into the air. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to.” over and over, like a mantra. It didn’t matter.
All the begging in the world wouldn’t wash Catalina’s blood off of her claws.
The memory of you never goes away
Like a rock in the wind I lay still
Sand washing over me night and day
Feeling your presence drawing me in--
First Reylo piece out.
This one took a while haha I'm not even going to start with how their story ended up in TROS cause I feel like it's useless reopening old wounds 😭😭 They shall nonetheless remain one of my favourite OTP of all time and the reason why I got back on the Star Wars /pain/ train. Hope you like it ;)
Maybe five more minutes of peace.
— ROOTS, BNK
[ photo credits ]
top : via julia berolzheimer on pinterest
bottom : via pinterest
The world moves on as mercilessly as it flips on its axis.
— ROOTS, BNK
[ photo credits ]
top : via kat on pinterest
bottom : via dreamer ☁️✨ on pinterest
‘I’m here for you; let me help make this situation lighter on your shoulders.’
— ROOTS, BNK
[ photo credits ]
TL : via @the-enchanted-storybook
TR : via @messinadress
BL : via junebug weddings on pinterest
BR : via audree coates on pinterest
Fox: Why is Wolf shooting into every storm drain he comes across?
Roy: He and Isabelle watched “It” recently and it scared Isabelle. Now he’s proclaiming “No Murder Clown is gonna scare my Izzy like that.”
— ROOTS, BNK