#Regular

[horseimagebarn]

horse sniffing the camera its nose is in fact so close to the camera that you can no longer see it at all and instead we get a good view of the horses muzzle at what many may believe to be a humorous angle that horses are not often seen from

#horse #horses #horse pics #reaction pics #reaction image #reaction images #regular #whimsy #outdoors #singular horse #neighhhh

[miyabau]

i care him so much!

#art #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #arven #arven pokemon #pkmn #fanart #regular

[lorenzonuti]

Floating Stasis.

Now available for purchase on INPRNT

#lab #laboratory #stasis #floating #pool #machine #operator #surgery #liquid #cyberpunk #android #cyborg #cables #regular #recall #maintenance #deep #feels #suspension #system #illustration #digitalartwork #digitalart #digitaldrawing #digitalsketch #drawing #scifi

[regularmarioenemies]

this is goomba. hes from mario. he walks straight forward, so he's pretty easy to avoid, and you can jump on him to kill him. he's in most games. and he's probably some sort of mushroom

#mario #goomba #regular #normal #mod goomba

[mrsterlingeverything]

I love when people use too many tags on a regular ass post

#people #love #regular #post #feelings #emotions #tags #my post #my writings #tumblr

[askwilliamwisp]

just had the craziest dream. i also woke up and my entire body was completely numb. scared the shit out of me. also, my head is killing me.

#jrwi william #wispering #regular

[tits-magazine]

#Sybil A #does #regular #long hair

[flowersoy]

TEN 理所当然 (Regular), 2019

#wayv #wayvedit #nct #nctedit #tw flashing #ten #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul #malegroupsnet #nctinc #itsnctsworld #wayvcreations #ultkpopnetwork #aleksbestie #useroro #regular #520 #*b #*mv #*3 #2019

[marigraphia]

Mrs. and Mr. Emma Frost!

(Reference under the cut)

#marvel #emmatony #emma frost #tony stark #iron man #art #digital #fanart #comics #regular #final #colour #i actually used a cropped version of the photo as ref and now i'm mad bc her arm makes so much more sense #anyway i'm now 3/3 on fanart of tony starks and their canon spouses! congrats to tony tony and tasha on the good taste! #no but fr i'm so obsessed with them #EDIT: i thought it was looking washed out bc i was on desktop and the monitors are different but it turns out i'd forgotten a layer off 🤡 #it's fixed now but a bunch of people already reblogged it (thank you!!!) so i guess i'll die #(also extra special thank you to the person who complimented emma's dress in the tags - it looking tacky was literally my biggest fear 😭)

[kyunq]

理所当然  (REGULAR) (2019)

#nct #nctinc #wayv #maleidolsedit #boyidoledit #kpopcc #musicedit #blogmusicdaily #weishenv #*kmine #gifs #regular #flashing tw #the superior regular idc

[horseimagebarn]

horse in a very vibrant pasture this vibrancy seems to have affected this horse very greatly causing it to do a little hop from all the pleasant emotions leeching into it from the incredibly green world it has the privilege to exist in it appears very skilled in hopping for the horse has expertly managed to jump just a few inches off the ground with all four of its hooves at once which must be a difficult task to do for such a large beast the horse seems very proud of this achievement if not smug as it looks at the camera head on its ears erect its hooves pointed and its tail swishing

#horse #horses #horse pics #horseblr #horseposting #reaction pics #reaction image #reaction images #regular #beautiful #whimsy #outdoors #singular horse #neighhhh

[miyabau]

theyre redblue coded to me

#wyllstarion #astarion #wyll #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #art #regular

[arms-up-tits]

#Cindy Mello #black and white #regular #both #closed eyes #hats

[moontaeddybear]

MBC Idol Radio

#mbc idol radio #idol radio #mbc #radio #regular #simon says #taeil #moon taeil #nct 127 taeil #nct taeil #nct #nct 127 #nct u #엔시티 127 #nctinc #neo culture technology #nct dream #bless me achoo #bless me #johnny

[askwilliamwisp]

(tw: vomiting/emetophobia, self deprecation, self esteem issues, mortality ponderings)

The room is dark and cold when William jolts awake.

His body instinctively lurches up, his hands scrabbling for purchase in the piles of blankets on him, but he can't move from there, barely able to heave.

His joints feel painfully stiff, his hands stuck in the tensed position they were in, his entire body tingling awfully.

His heart is still in his chest for a long, horrifying moment, before slowly pitter-pattering into movement that begins hammering against his ribcage.

He's shaking helplessly in his bed, eyes wide and unseeing straight ahead.

Where is he?

He feels dazed, lost, his blood too slow in his veins, his vision too cloudy, his eyes too dry.

Where is he?

He can't even look around, only barely aware of the too many blankets and pillows covering him, and the longer he sits there the more aware he is of the heat surrounding him on all sides. He can't tell if it's pleasant or overwhelming, and suddenly his stomach is turning.

He retches, nothing coming up but an acrid taste in his mouth, but he's now unbearably nauseous, and something tells him what little food that was in his stomach had just been sitting there, stewing in stomach acid and decomposing, and his body needed it Out.

NOW.

He stumbled out of bed, falling to the floor with a muted thud, and claws his way back to his feet, racing as fast as he could on his still pin pricked limbs and stiff limbs until he made it to the bathroom, only barely getting to the toilet in time to vomit his stomachs contents into the bowl.

He hacks and dry heaves for a too long amount of time, tears wetting his checks and remoistening his eyes.

The only thing he could feel was pain and coldness, and he sobbed pitifully as he braced his forearms on either side of the seat, hair sticking to his forehead and face from his sweat and tears.

He spit a few times into the toilet to try and rid the taste of near rotten bile from his tongue, and almost vomited again just from the concept.

He gasped and spluttered, catching his breath, before grabbing a piece of toilet paper and mopping off his sweat and snot first before cleaning the slowly drying vomit from his chin, dropping the square into the toilet before flushing it.

He sat on the floor for another long few moments, panting desperately to try and get his lungs working in a steady pattern.

When he wakes up, usually it's just some numbness and a headache, maybe heart palpitations throughout the day and a lack of appetite, but this? This was the worst episode he had had so far.

His hands couldn't stop shaking, and most of his fingers were numb and barely responsive, only twitching slightly when he tried to move them.

He's fairly certain he's at the base, in his room's bathroom, but for a split second he thinks he's back in Deadwood, in the stilted first few weeks after he-... After his accident.

He remembers barely being able to sleep, and on the instances he did manage that feat being awoken in the night with full body shivers and skull splitting migraines, his heart pounding so quickly he couldn't tell if it was beating at all from a gripping terror that refused to let him go.

Being scared in Deadwood wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but this was different- this was a new kind of supernatural, an infinitely unknown threat that now lived where his heart allegedly was.

He thought he had felt like a ghost before his accident, but now?

His hands phasing out of sight before his eyes, his parents gaze sweeping over him, sorrow leaking from them as they mourned the son that was still right there, accidentally walking through walls and moving through the people you cared for?

He felt like he was haunting the place that William Wisp used to occupy, now only a shitty approximation of the person he knew for a fact he no longer was.

Inexplicably, William feels that sensation hit him like a tidal wave, sitting on the floor of a bathroom he can barely recognize through tears, painfully alone and skin ice cold even with the blood that's now barely moving through his veins.

He's so pathetic.

He laughs, brittle and quiet, scorning his own pitiful excuse of a life, if that's even what this could be called.

Could this be called living? He's not even sure he's fully alive!

He rocks back on his knees, his uncooperative legs causing him to thud onto the ground behind him, back pressed against the wall and head tilted back, looking at the ceiling he could make out just slightly too well, even in the pitch dark of the room, since he didn't have the wherewithal to turn on the lights when he entered.

He's so pathetic. So, so pathetic.

Can't even live right. Can't even have a proper pulse. Can't even have a regular heartbeat. Can't even breathe correctly. Can't even be normal.

He's never been fucking normal, has he? Not for one iota of his cursed life.

Can't even be a decent ghost and go unseen, not bothering anyone else, only floating through.

Instead he's more like a poltergeist, throwing things around and inconveniencing everyone around him with the unlucky totem that he apparently is.

He just has to make everything worse.

At least Tide and the others don't have to know about this.

He doesn't want to burden them with his stupid ghost stuff.

They have enough on their plates as is, they deserve to have some chance at happiness, even if William can't seem to catch a fucking break-

He's barely aware of the tears falling down his face steadily, his lungs puffing up with restrained sobs.

He's so tired, but his heartbeat reminds him why he shouldn't go back to sleep.

His dreams are already slightly hazy, which is one thing he has in common with them.

...He should lay back down, at least.

It was warm there, and he's so, so cold.

His brain still reeling, but starting to calm down, halts on that information.

His room is never warm, and his body isn't warm enough half the time for blankets to do much except cover him, but his bed was warm.

Much warmer than it's meant to be.

Now that he's thinking about it, his bed had far too many blankets and pillows, too, that he knows for a fact he didn't put there himself.

A creeping dread fills his chest, as he looks with wide, wide eyes back into his room.

From where he's sitting against the wall, he can't see all too much, so he slowly, carefully, creaks his joints into a crouching position before straightening up, body still in a defensive stance that he picked up from Dakota at some point the past few months.

His footsteps don't make any noise on the carpeted floor of his room, eerily silent beneath him, and he blends in and out of the darkness with ease, passing through the doorframe of the bathroom until he's along the wall looking into his room, surveying the area slowly.

There are chairs beside his bed that weren't there before, and two people curled into each other, chests slowly rising and falling in near coordinated breaths.

Asleep.

There's two people sleeping beside his bed.

Waiting? An ambush?

Unlikely, but with his luck he wouldn't be too surprised.

He pads noiselessly over, peering over the foot of his bed for a better view of the two figures.

Even with his advanced vision in the dark, it still takes him a second to properly figure out who he's looking at, but once he does his heart sinks in his chest.

Tide and Mark.

..Did he do something? Why the hell would they be in his room, beside his bed?

Did something happen to him?

He feels- Well, he doesn't feel fine, per se, but it's not like he's dead or anything.

He tiptoes around them, slipping back into his bed and unintentionally melting into the warmth waiting there.

He might as well just wait it out.

His phone wasn't in his pocket, so he couldn't guess what time it was, but he guessed it was probably past midnight, nearing 3am about.

Yeah, he thinks, sinking further into his warm blankets, he'll wait it out.

#wispering #regular #alone

[bubbysneurosiszone]

I got a fucked up bootleg plush of some guy, his name is Regular and he’s fucked up :)

#regular #just a regular guy #plush #bootleg #plushie #if anyone knows what he’s from tell me