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never watched the musical but this is my favourite song forever

how to get mutuals?

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ARMAGEDDON & CHILL KILL, pedido pessoal

✶ [22/08] em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos creditos! para uma melhor resolução, abra a foto ou veja aqui ♡

📝 Simplesmente amo demais fazer capas nesse estilo meio colagem e iluminação mais diferente. Se eu pudesse, todas seriam assim! 'Armageddon' foi feito especialmente para o novo conceito da lojinha que estarei repostando em breve <3

SALVATORE, capa de teste

✶ [14/08] em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos creditos! para uma melhor resolução, abra a foto ou veja aqui ♡

📝 Essa capa foi um ACONTECIMENTO, sério. Não tinha nada planejado além de querer testar minhas habilidades de iluminação e técnicas novas que descobri para fazer um cabelinho mais realista. Quase desisti porque não tinha título nem faceclaim idelizado, mas bati o olho nessa foto do Jeongin no insta e me forcei a usar ela. A versão 1 provavelmente será colocada para adoção, enquanto a versão 2 foi só um delírio meu onde exagerei no efeito de "bolinha" que achei no ibis :D (sim, super saturado mas eu jurava que estava belíssimo pelo tablet e quando passei para o celular tive um susto kk mas confesso que também gostei)

AUTHORS I NEED A FAVOUR!!!!

I'm not sure why or when this idea popped into my brain. But I NEED a Loki Oneshot (or Fic) with a Reader/OC Spouse, where they have a similar relationship to Odysseus and Penelope.

Like the Spouse finds Loki after NewYork and then the scene would play out like in the Song "Would you fall in love with me again"

OR they met again in Thor 2

OR Lokis Spouse is in the TVA and they meet again there!!!!

I crave Angst like this with a happy ending!!!!!

(Funny Ending: Switch to see Thor crying happy tears seeing them reunite)

slow dancing with joel to this PLEASE

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔? 😅

𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙erso𝚗 (I'm not that good relax)

𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙛 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙨.

♫♪.ılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılılı.♫♪

☠︎ - Favorite color is purple obviously.

☠︎- lowkey an introvert

☠︎- like Horror stuff

☠︎- fnaf is so ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

◍ Really awkward.

Thats kinda it (expect edits)

The 30th: A Colby Brock x Reader Story

Warnings?: "Major" injury, car accident, emotional distress, medical trauma, angst, Colby dealing with grief? and helplessness.

Summary: A tragic accident changes everything, leaving Colby to grapple with the fragile line between life and death. The reader wakes up in a hospital, memories shattered, while Colby struggles with fear of almost losing them and the guilt of not being there. As they both navigate the aftermath, unanswered questions linger - what if things had been different? What if they hadn't survived..?

The Call That Changed Everything

The first thing Colby registered was how early it was for Sam to be calling him. His phone vibrated aggressively against the nightstand, its screen illuminating the dark room with an eerie glow. Groaning, he blindly reached for it, still half-asleep, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse with sleep.

"Colby." Sam's voice was tight, urgent. "Dude, wake up. It's about-... It's about them..."

Colby sat up so fast he nearly got whiplash. What..? "What happened?"

There was silence on the other end, just a ragged inhale. That was never a good sign.

"They were in an accident," Sam finally said, voice trembling. "It- it was bad, man... You need to get to the hospital. Now."

Colby's heart plummeted to his stomach.

No. No, this couldn't be real.

His hands shook as he threw back the blankets, his feet barely touching the floor before he was moving- grabbing his keys, shoving on a hoodie, barely processing anything beyond the fact that he needed to get to you.

Because Sam's voice sounded too strained, too grief-ridden.

And that terrified him.

The drive to the hospital was a blur.

Colby wasn't sure how he even got there without crashing himself. His chest was tight, suffocating, a silent scream pressing against his throat but never making it past his lips. His fingers gripped the wheel so hard they ached.

He barely registered pulling into the parking lot.

His legs felt weak beneath him as he sprinted inside, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sterile smell of the hospital burning his nostrils.

At the front desk, he practically slammed his hands down, his voice cracking as he demanded, "Where are they?"

The nurse glanced up, startled. "Sir-"

"Where the hell are they?!" His voice rose, panic lacing every word.

Recognition flickered in her eyes. "Brock, right? You're here for-"

"Yes!" He could barely hold himself together.

The nurse nodded, pressing a button on the phone beside her. "They're in the ICU. Room 217."

Colby didn't wait for any more instructions- his feet were already moving.

The halls felt like they stretched for miles, every step dragging him deeper into the suffocating weight of reality.

And then he reached your room.

And his whole world stopped.

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Broken and Bruised

You looked so... so small.

The sight of you in that hospital bed nearly shattered him. Wired and tubes ran along your body, an IV taped to your arm. Your face was pale, your bruised and busted lips slightly parted as if caught in a restless dream. Bandages wrapped around your forehead, your arm resting in a sling. Bruises and cuts bloomed across your skin, harsh reminders of what had happened.

Colby swallowed hard, his throat burning.

He stepped closer, his knees threatening to give out. He didn't realize he was shaking until he reached for your hand, his fingers ghosting over your skin.

You were warm. Alive.

His breath hitched, relief flooding through him so fast it almost made him dizzy.

But then your eyelids fluttered.

And the second your gaze met his, he saw it- the confusion. The fear.

And worst of all- the lack of recognition.

"...Colby?" Your voice was hoarse, uncertain.

He nodded rapidly, gripping your hand tighter. "Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I'm right here, baby."

You blinked at him, your brows furrowing.

And then-

"What happened to me?"

Colby inhaled sharply. His stomach twisted.

Oh God.

You didn't remember.

It wasn't instant, the realization. It came in fragments, shattered memories slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.

The paramedics had told Sam you woke up in the ambulance, disoriented, in shock. You'd called someone -Colby- but you didn't remember.

And now, looking at him, it was clear that your brain had blurred everything into static.

Colby forced a smile, even as his heart fractured. "You, uh... you got into an accident, baby.."

Your breath hitched, panic creeping in. "I don't-" Your hand trembled in his. "I don't remember."

His gut twisted.

"It's okay," he murmured. "You're safe now."

But God, nothing about this felt safe.

Because the fear in your eyes was something he had never seen before.

And he didn't know how to fix it.

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The Weight of What-Ifs

The days that followed were agonizing.

Colby refused to leave your side, even when nurses gently suggested he get some rest. He couldn't. Not when you kept waking up in a panic, not when you flinched at shadows of memories that refused to return.

And then there were the what-ifs.

They haunted him.

What if it happened to you on a different day?

On a bridge, where there wasn't a rail in the way?

Or a neighborhood street where the little kids played?

What if you weren't alone? There were kids in the car?

What if you were remote? No one knows where you are

If you changed anything, would you not have survived?!

Colby couldn't stop spiraling.

You had survived. But just barely.

And that terrified him more than anything.

The hospital room was quiet, save for the steady beep of the heart monitor and the distant murmur of voices in the hallway.

Colby sat in the chair beside your bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles had turned white. His head hung low, dark hair falling into his eyes, but he wasn't crying.

He'd done enough of that in the past twenty-four hours.

Instead, he just stared- at you, at the bruises, at the faint rise and fall of your chest, proof that you were still here. That he hadn't lost you.

But God, it had been close.

Sam had tried to get him to go home earlier, even offered to drive him, but Colby had barely acknowledged him. He couldn't leave. Not yet.

Not when every time he closed his eyes, he saw the wreck.

He hadn't even been there, hadn't seen the twisted metal or the shattered glass, but his mind had painted the picture anyways, cruelly vivid. He saw you lying there in the wreckage, unconscious, broken, alone.

And it made him sick.

A shuddering breath escaped him as he finally lifted his gaze, studying your face.

Your head was turned slightly toward him, your cheek resting against the pillow. There was a small crest between your brows, like your body still remembered the pain even in sleep. The bruises along your temple darkened overnight, spreading like ink beneath your skin.

You looked fragile.

And Colby hated that.

He wanted to hold you, to tell you it was over, that you were safe, but the words felt empty when he couldn't even promise you'd be okay.

Because you didn't remember.

You didn't remember the crash.

You didn't remember calling him, your voice weak and trembling through the phone.

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Okay, I'm tired, my hands hurt, and I've lost motivation. Sooo- if this gets attention and people like it I'll continue it another day, if not, you're stuck on this- Bye bye.

AHHH- TYSM FOR ALL THE VOTES- Never thought it'd get that many, at most I thought 10 but 34 (I think)?! AHEGSBSJSN- The story should be out tonight or tomorrow morning, love you all!! ❤️❤️ It'll prolly be a Colby Brock x Reader story, if you don't like it... womp womp, idk what you want me to do abt it. (Also Sam might be mentioned in a little of it)

I’ve been listening to a LOT of Ricky Montgomery lately and it’s always these two songs that remind me of hannigram so much

Please let me know what you think I was thinking the first one (Mr. Loverman) is wills POV when Hannibal goes to jail or when he goes to Italy

The second one (My hearts buried in Venice) is Hannibal’s POV when he’s in Italy and missing will

Arts

movement - hozier mommy issues final boss (press for better quality)

Here's what I listened to btw

I started it in June. Finished today. I have some more stuff that I started months ago that I wanna finish. Mostly OC's cuz almost didn't draw fanarts back then.

viktor nation.....how we feeling 🗣️🗣️

I just can't get this song outta my head... Or a certain Billy Hargrove

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BILLY!!!!

You will forever be in our hearts and will be missed!!

This song reminds me of him

Finally started posting on tumblr

What do you think about the song 🙃

when someone asks me what music I listen to but I just show them stars's 1000 song, 2 day long, dexer playlist that I still haven't finished

Going through a klena shipper phase.

I’m also bored and got nothing to do

I also think that this song kind describes them

LISTEN!!!!!!

Remeber me…

Miguel O’Hara X Blk!Reader !!Fluff!!

!Coming Soon!

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AHHHHHH HIIIII, so I had a little ideaaaa and I wanna make a fic where Miguel and reader are divorced but still raise Gabriella together(Miguel started dating reader after Gabriella was born.) And although their going through a rough patch they still want to both show their love to Gabriella ykwim? I could use some tips cause this is my first time writing on tumblr😭

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Spotify wrapped this year is a joke, what the fuck is Goblincore Tavern stomp And Hollar

Chat, here's my Spotify Wrapped... what can you guys tell about me just by it alone?

This would be Nina's Familiar, Jazz, in Human form, After Nina looses control over them, They prefer a more feminine form when Human though. After Nina looses control on them, they control Her, at the risk of her own soul cracking However.

Yayayayayayay happy new yearrrrrr

F()cking 2025 yessssss here's another song that is on my playlist 👍

I fricking love marionetta

(And hooky)

Quote of the week/month (idk)

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity."

Here's a song 😉 dive into the depth of my insanity woohoo

Reblogging when I have a song stuck in my head

OKAY OKAY LISTEN

Strawhat karaoke night and let’s say Zoro is schwasted like even with his unusually high alcohol tolerance normally he wouldn’t but for whatever reason he gets on stage or wherever and sings THIS

I DONT EVEN CARE WHO ITS ABOUT JUST IMAGINE HIM SCREAMING THIS INTO A MIC UGHGFHHSHHDHS

Reblogging when I have a song stuck in my head