Gideon, when was the last time you saw Harrow's parents?
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✨❤️🩹 a little big family ❤️🩹✨
Spiral and Wally used to sing their little ones to sleep together and even had a special song!
Wally describes his beloved's song as sweet and as soft as the breeze... ✨❤️🩹✨
I really got very sentimental listening to Dumbo's son of heart song and I had to draw them all together pipipi it hurts but at the same time I love it
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Are the Ros parents figures.. good? Or like are the toxic or rude or abusive, what are they like and do the Ros care for them?
Well, for those who have parents or parental figures in their lives.
Stardom father is a huge a**hole, and their relationship is strictly about the family's company and the team's missions or things like that. The MC will meet him in chapter one or two, and it won't be pretty.
Archon's aunt is a sweetheart and a lovely lady who bakes the team muffins and cookies whenever someone visits. She lives in the country, so she's not very present in Archon's life right now.
Wildcat's mom still lives in Brazil with her daughter, Wildcat's sister. They face time weekly, and she is very proud of Wildcat's achievements but equally worried about the superhero business.
Ace's grandparents are still alive and kicking, despite their old age, but A makes sure to take their son to see them and their uncles whenever possible, or whenever work gives them a break.
Zodiac's parents live in Egypt. Their mother is a sorcerer like them, and their father is a famous historian working for a local museum. They maintain a good relationship with each other, with Z's mother popping up at the tower every so often to help with magical problems.
Thank you for the question!! 🥰
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Capital Airlines, 1952
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- Mother from Gaza
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IT WAS A TRUST THING
I asked what the hell he was doing.
He explained he was having an reaction.
To the conversation we were having.
I said show me. He answered no way bro.
I said come in and closed the door.
Before someone notices.
He follows orders when they sound logical.
Now that we are alone Show Me.
He drops the underwear. Its a logical thing.
I say back to the conversation.
Where were we.
I asked if you were really gay.
And I said Yes, would you like me to prove it?
I think his brain was imploding I asked again.
Would you like me to prove it to you?
He was saying yes in every other way except verbally.
Finally he tackles me as I start to stand.
Face to face, naked, and now on top of me.
He says Yes please smiling intensely.
While I prove it back to you.
We both left convinced.
We were both gay and in love with each other.
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who are your top 10 mutuals here?
@alhad-si-simran (forever on top)
@manincaffeine (kindest soul ever)
@btw-its-tamanna (cutest tara)
@abhidubey (inspo fr)
@vomentallyunstableladka (relatable one)
@daughterofruins (RO 2.0)
@desii-tumbllr-dot-com (RO again)
@dev-das (frank bud)
@sufiiiiiiii (enchanting voice)
@kafkaspupil (just omg)
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so yesterday i visited some of my family, and we were all choosing different movies to watch(each person chose a movie) and I decided to make them watch trolls,because most of my family hates animated kids movies, and I like to make them suffer :)
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Stephen and Tina at the A Gentleman in Moscow premiere event at the MoMA in New York City, March 12, 2024
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RIP my dad, June 7, 2015 who would've given anything to watch ILLINI this year. We're so exciting to watch and dope boys in general! I miss the cat every day and I hope we can pull some shit for him.
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I was fifteen, when my mum discovered that I am posting short stories online instead of studying. I saw fear in her eyes as if writing was a profecy coming true. She told me that I should stop. I have always thought she did not understand me. I did not expect her to. Now, I suppose she knew what I was the minute she read my words. My mind was always full of words coming from emotions I was bottling. Writing was like a morning run and a lullaby before a nighttime sleep. Anyway, I stopped writing altogether. It felt like a betrayal, a forbidden exercise. I was ashamed and looking for another way to let myself go. It nearly destroyed me. Thus, I am in pieces now but it could have been much worse. God, I should have stood up to her. Look her in the eyes and tell her what I am. Let me write because this is the only thing holding me together. I don’t know much about anything else beside telling people what they feel. This is how I began disguising myself as someone I have never been. This the true illness corrupting my body and mind. My mum gave me a mission. To kill a writer in me. I am holding a knife but it is too late now. The writer’s face is so familiar, almost my own.
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