Ahfuensteightn - Limbo Child.

outfits that say im cute but there is something wrong with me

The Incredible Hulk Honeycomb commercial (1976)

Pretty

Angel Dust: *throwing his head onto Alastor’s lap and looking up angelically* Tell me I’m pretty Alastor: *rests his hand on Angel’s cheek and smiles lovingly at him* you’re pretty fucking annoying that’s what you are.

THIS IS SO CUUTE <3

Artist's Twitter: @madhatteymcgarbage

Robert Wun Fall/Wint 2024

ladybug: damn.. i realy wish i had some updog to help against this akuma :/ chloe do you have any?

chloe suddenly faced with the decision of falling for the joke for the love of her life or maintaining her dignity:

@v-diggety​ 🎂🎂🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂🎂🎂

Obcessed with Spirit Bag from La Lune SS25

Draco/Luna, Little Shop of Horrors AU

for @hug-bubble

“What do you call that thing?” Draco popped his gum and leaned forward on the work bench. He held out his finger to tickle one of its leaves.  It snapped at his finger, which he yanked back immediately.  

Luna reached out to pet the small plant on the head, giggling as it rubbed against her hand like a cat.  “Draconius Secundius.”  

He grinned widely. “You named it after me? Well…Lovegood…I’m chuffed.”  He peered at it again.  “What’s it eat?  Flies?”

Luna tugged her robes down to cover her heavily bandaged left hand.  “Something like that.”  

draco and luna moving in

• the malfoy manor was always decorated in a very specific way, and everything in it had its own place • so draco is used to dark paintings and black or white or pewter statuettes of snakes and high ceilings and empty space • when he first visits luna’s home, he sees the gaping holes in the walls and ceilings, haphazardly patched with wood and stone and feels guilty • then she says “it’s not much, but it’s home” so brightly, arms outstretched and beaming with pride • pride for the hand-painted sunflowers over the wooden walls, for the tea kettle always singing on the stove, and for the homemade quilts with pastel shapes crafted by her mother’s wand • there’s a warmth that reminds him of his mother holding him by the fire or his father reading a story at his bedside • but instead of being attached to moments and people, it’s permeates through the entire house, in everything that stands and rattles in the wind • he finds homemade soaps and hand-brewed hair potions that smell like lavender and melon and mint in the bathroom • luna asks him if there are any scents that he likes in particular when she finds him sniffing at everything in the cabinet • the next week, he finds a little green bottle labeled “draco” that smells like sandalwood and vanilla • the first few times he woke up to find her cooking breakfast naked, he’d flush and bring her a robe to which she’d just reply, “i like it this way, silly” • he finds out that she likes to do everything naked, from painting, leaving her torso and thighs covered in bright yellows and blues, to gardening, leaving her feet and forearms streaked with grass and dirt • he learns not to mind; in fact, he learns to love it, and he learns why she tastes so much like earth • he misses the manor and the lavish life he once had • but when he and luna are curled up on the couch, his shirt ridden up on his stomach and her eyelashes tickling him, he finds that this sort of life is much more abundant than he’d have ever guessed