#the fucking snakes man.

[szollibisz]

people with wings still goes hard, 12 year old me was so right

#i rewatched mune guardian of the moon and remembered how much i love creatures and glowy things #and textures!!! #3d animation peaked with that movie everyone else go home #the fucking snakes man. #yes just yes #ive thought about becoming a concept artist many times but every once in a while i get such a surge of inspiration #and like yes #wooo #ART! #im just rambling lmao #art #wings #bird people #sketch #sketches

[mikashida]

invisible

#I need to draw him more but everything about venom makes me feel fucked up #he's truly just that dril tweet that goes 'if there was a most betrayed man in the world award I would win it' #metal gear #metal gear solid #mgs #mgsv #mgsvtpp #mgs the phantom pain #the phantom pain #mgs tpp #venom snake #venom mgs #metal gear fanart #mgs fanart #sketch #doodle #art #mikart

[mags-writes]

me, 14 and reading the end of mockingjay:

me, 24 and reading the end of the ballad of songbirds and snakes:

#the hunger games #the hunger games: mockingjay #mockingjay #the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #suzzane collins #no amount of poverty or tragedy could possibly make coriolanus snow into a decent person #i went into the book knowing that it would make him out to be sympathetic and then he would just be The Worst™ #but he really really really REALLY is just The Fucking Worst™ #spoiler! the man just up and stole his friends parents! the friend that he got KILLED! #also the way that she was always referred to at lucy gray/lucy gray baird was very telling #he never called her lucy. just lucy. it was always lucy gray #even in their last scene together he was calling out for lucy gray not lucy #idk something something he doesnt see her as herself he sees her as an idea a tribute on a pedestal she has to think the same way as him #and when she doesnt he gets angry she has to love him only and when she admits to having a lover before him he gets angry #he gets angry and she has to apologise he gets angry and its always her fault she's the backwards thinker and he's far above her #idk his superiority complex was so intriguing especially since i think lucy was playing him and the capital like a fucking fiddle #nearly everything she said was too perfect for her to actually think like that #and when she said something wrong she would sooth him over #both manipulators in their own way and for completely different reasons #his was for superiority and her's was for survival

[bizarrelittlemew]

I can't fucking WAIT to see my boy Stede Bonnet again I am so fucking PUMPED he has grown so much he knows what he wants now which is Edward fucking Teach and he is going to be out there giving it his all to get Ed back while still being a cringefail silly man but now he fucking KNOWS. he KNOWS he is in love and he is ready to be a confident dramatic bitch and get his man back I am so HYPED

#ofmd #shedding my skin like a snake bc i can't fucking contain how much i am looking forward to experiencing this man again #i love him so much #ida.stuff

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

respectfully i will play moonlight sonata on this man's fucking teeth <33

#lati speaks #*points at this stupid snake twink* we gotta peg his ass #never before have i wanted to choke a man while simultaneously wanting to kiss him #send help i'm still fucking stuck on 2nd 13 hard mode i'm gonna curl up and cry #edit: i have successfully pushed his ass down the stairs and will now victory dance over his corpse

[outerbanksoftargtower]

Ramble

I just wanna thank the casting people of the ballad of songbirds and snakes for introducing me to Tom Blyth. Even though I read or saw somewhere that Lucas lynggaard Tonnesen was up for the part and as much as I would’ve loved him to get that since he’s clearly not gonna be daeron Targaryen (he’s daeron in my heart) I’m glad it was Tom because it introduced me to him as Billy the kid and I mean …..

And so because he’s taken over my whole being as Billy I present this which was what was pretty much going through my mind when this scene happened

#tom blyth #billy the kid #god I’m so obsessed #coriolanus snow #Corio #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #this man has got a hold on me #i’m down so fucking bad #yeehaw cowboy Billy owns my heart and soul

[deadscell]

#they had ocelot neutered and put down today 😭 #fucking love mgs3 ocelot he’s so funny and goofy he gives me happiness fr #metal gear solid #mgs #metal gear #revolver ocelot #mgs3 #mgs 3 #ocelot #mgs ocelot #ocelot mgs #major ocelot #mgs3 snake eater #mgs3 ocelot #snake eater #metal gear solid 3 snake eater #metal gear solid 3 #metalgearsolid3 #metalgear #metalgearsolid #mgs memes #metal gear memes #son of a bitch #spetsnaz #shitpost #shit post #shitposting #shit posting #cat man #gunslinger

[tacoreib]

#tom blyth #hes so fine #my bf (real) #i need him so fucking bad #hes so perfect prince #i love him your honor #and my man thank you to my man #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

What is the story behind Fucking Fred's name?

He kept fucking. biting me.

#not a rating #my snakes #his full story is down in the “my snakes” tag! should be easy to find if you'd like #long story short i adopted him because he kept biting people and we were just always going 'ah man fucking fred fucking bit everyone again'

[evilkitten3]

team minato modern middle school au where kakashi is the annoying genius who skipped like two grades, rin somehow lives in a hospital (no one's sure which nurse/doctor is her parent but. it's one of them. right? it's gotta be. no way did a bunch of worked-half-to-death medical staff accidentally adopt a baby someone forgot about. definitely one of them is her parent. her birth certificate is around here somewhere i'm sure look i'll get back to you once my shift ends in six hours), and obito is the class clown who lives with his awful anarchist stoner grandpa and calls his house "the cave"

minato is a former student of kakashi's dad's friend and he's their carpool driver bc no way in hell would that man be allowed to teach in real life

#naruto #naruto shippuden #team minato #team seven #hatake kakashi #nohara rin #uchiha obito #uchiha madara #namikaze minato #hatake sakumo #jiraiya #nobody knows who kakashi's mother is. his dad isn't sure he has one. he doesn't know where the kid came from but. the dna tests are clear #obito thinks it's the science teacher. y'know the one with like a bajillion different weird animals. only in this case they are all snakes #kakashi thinks that's dumb bc mr orochimaru is definitely a man probably #also bc when he asked he just got creepy laughter and a lecture on how to clone humans #i'm not kidding about rin btw no one at the hospital has any fucking clue where she came from #none of them are going to be the first to admit it tho #they tried to run a paternity test for her but the only match in their system was a man named nohara isobu. who's been mia for like 30 year #and yes being raised by an ever-changing stream of people none of whom had enough time for her did mess rin up a bit #on the bright side. she is easily the most medically proficient seventh grader in the history of anything ever #and she'll have recommendations for days when she applies to medical school #gai and his dad are also there but they're pretty much the same

[vasito-de-leche]

okay I read your analysis on Forget Me Not and I'm in tears now thank you. (No but really thank you, it's such a touching piece.) Can you PLEASE for salvation of our fans souls write anything to like,,, give him hope? Forget Me Not x reader but it doesn't have to be actually all-out with hugs and kisses. We may,,,,,,,, just show him a new hobby? Any hobby of your choosing or idk play an instrument together. Just to give him something else to focus on, to channel at least part of his energy from self-destructive activities to something less hurtful. I'd personally like to bandage his (not actually wounded but still) hands as if they were bleeding. Something of the kind. Sorry for mistakes writing is incredibly inconvenient cuz tears aaa.

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "hands, fingers, scales"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.3k words. self-harm implied You've befriended Forget Me Not the same one befriends a rabid, beaten, old dog. And while he's much too busy fighting his inner demons, you're more worried about stopping these "pernicious habits" of his. A casual afternoon trying to make sure he's taking care of himself turns into something deeper.

thank you so much for the ask, nonnie!!

I got a little carried away with this request because thinking about how fucking insufferable and confusing FMN has to be just to indulge in HAND HOLDING and GETTING A FUCKING HOBBY made me so deranged and feral as if hes not fucking TOUCHSTARVED lmfao. this guy's love language is straight up worshipping, mf is not subtle about it

either way, hope you like it! here's the lil preview!

Sometimes, Forget Me Not understands the reason men and women kneel at the pew to worship and pray.

Devotion is something arcanists and humans share, whether honest or not. He's witnessed the rich and the poor, the pure and the depraved, and every binary that rules this world - all of them begging, pleading and praying at the end of their lives, casting away the pride they've held on for so long for the chance of salvation. Once stripped down to their core, there is nothing to do but hope God has enough love in His heart to look their way. 

And sometimes, Forget Me Not prays that you’ll find someone else - anyone but him - to fill the role of devotee.

The gentleness in your eyes whenever you look at him is enough to bring him to his knees, and Forget Me Not doesn't know what to do with himself but to worship and pray. Praying that you'll continue to look at him for a little longer, silently begging for your attention until you finally tire of him. Do you think yourself holy enough to replace the vitriol in his veins?

He does.

On good days, he even hopes that you can save him.

You never asked him to become your one and only believer, of course. You're not even aware of the space you take in his mind, nor the conflicting images he keeps conjuring of you at night, he's certain of this. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, holding his hands and inspecting them for any injuries. This role is one of the many self-imposed tragedies in his life.

Your thumbs knead and massage his palm, as if you could soothe the pain away, and yet you refrain from pressing down hard. He's at your mercy, why hesitate? What do you see that he cannot?

Something is bothering you. It's obvious in the way you touch him, like you're afraid of hurting him, as if you were the one with a body count between the two. Every so often, your movements come to a halt and you both sit in silence, until you return to your ministrations, filling the nothingness with your sighing and humming.

All he needs is to look up, right at your face, to know everything he wants to know - but he's too much of a coward for that. Instead, light grey eyes follow your index finger as it slides under the cuffs of his shirt. You trace over the bone of his wrist and continue upwards.

He can't tear his eyes away.

Normally, Forget Me Not wouldn't mind. There is an addictive thrill to witnessing the shock of anyone who dares get so close and personal, but he feels himself shrink when you brush against his scales and recoil away on instinct. That's when he raises his head and finds your eyes in the dimly lit staff room.

That expression on your face - surely, you were regretting every choice that led you to him. By now, you might've surely realized that there is nothing for you to salvage in this shipwreck he calls a life. All attempts to check on him were surely a façade for whatever ulterior motives you continued to withhold from him. He's stubborn, believing that he can read you like an open book, but now he's just as lost as you are. When he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to it and he grows a little restless at your words.

"Sorry, sorry! Did I, uh, hurt you? Dumb question, you would've definitely told me if that were the case. Anyway, it looks like you're okay! I don't know why I was so worried, actually."

His silence prompts you to continue, and all Forget Me Not can focus on is the absence of your warmth.

You raise a hand to gesture dismissively at your behaviour, brush it off to ease your embarrassment, that much he understands - though it's painful to watch you fumble like that, to deny what he hides under his clothes. Forget Me Not thinks of filling the space between your fingers with his own, just to drag you back to that quiet, albeit suffocating, moment of peace. Instead of doing that, he retreats and places both hands neatly on his lap.

"Thanks for indulging me and, yeah uh, again - sorry about that? It just caught me off guard. I should've been more careful."

But you were never careful with his space or his rules, plunging in and out of his life and leaving him to figure out where he stood in his game of push and pull. Why were you being careful now?

"It's nothing, I understand," he lies. Everything you do means the world to him and he doesn't even understand why. "It cannot hurt to know what sort of things the person pouring your drinks might be hiding under their sleeves."

The word "hypocrite" lingers at the tip of his tongue, threatening to spill out with as much venom as he can muster, but it stays lodged behind his teeth because he knows he's even worse: Forget Me Not prays that you'll stay with him, while also opening the door right out his life for you. As much as he wants to, he has no right of calling you out.

He's not used to receiving apologies and so he chooses not to think too hard on yours - though he's dreamed countless of times for the perfect situation in which he finally rips out one apology after another from the throats of those who wronged him, this one feels different. Undeserved, even.

His heart, that wretched lump in his chest, finally settles down and he prepares to end this interaction to save you the awkwardness of addressing his "deformities". But then you go and surprise him once more.

"Come on, I already told you..." You sigh and he inhales in tandem, but you're much too busy rolling your eyes to notice. "That whole thing you do, when you start scratching or, like, picking at your hand? You've been doing it more lately. It had me worried you might've been doing, I don't know - something."

Forget Me Not's eyes widen in surprise. The audacity to notice such things about him? And to put them on display without a warning? What else did you find out?

Part of him wants him to embrace his nature and scare you away, but that's the side of him that's been slowly losing this battle of attrition in his heart - you're a bad influence for him, after all. The other part... Well, it's still trying to sort itself out.

He settles for slowly undoing the buttons on his sleeve. It only takes a moment to roll up the fine fabric to his elbow, knowing you're staring right at him, through him maybe. The expression on his face is one of indifference, one he fights to maintain - this is the most vulnerable he's felt in decades.

That unsightly pattern begins exactly where his sleeves usually end, coiling around his forearm not unlike a snake and traveling upwards. The scales are dark, an iridescent black that reminds him of an oil spill in the middle of the ocean, and the ones at the edges fade away into lighter hues until they mix with the pale, sickly tone of his skin. He knows the sort of beauty he holds, one that can only be admired at a distance, turning into a grotesque imitation of a man when up close.

Forget Me Not presents himself to you and, with his free hand, gets ready to pluck one of the scales off.

"Wait, don't do that-!"

Seizing his arm and holding it close to your chest, you deprive him of the catharsis that comes with this level of self-mutilation. He knows you're connecting the dots, feeling the scattered, empty spaces from all the times you saw him pick himself apart and more. Your fingers brush against his bare skin looking for said spaces, counting them in your head, mourning their loss.

Some scales are in the process of regrowing like unwanted parasites, and he wishes he could feel anything at all just to be closer to you.

"God, what is wrong with you?! What was the point of that?"

Something compels him to laugh (perhaps it's your heartbeat reaching out to him loud and clear through your clothes, he feels it faintly) it comes across as sinister and condescending, the only way he knows how to express joy. Like he's making fun of your concern.

"Apologies," Forget Me Not begins to say, readjusting his glasses. The way you try to keep his own arm out of his reach doesn't go unnoticed. It's such a petty, childish gesture that makes his grin widen and your frown deepen. "I was under the impression you found this little oddity distasteful. There's no need to worry - they will return in a few days, they always do."

"Still, don't do that. It's not funny. It must...hurt a lot."

"Ah, but it doesn't. If else, I'd compare it to being pricked by a very small needle."

"You're just going to find something to nitpick and contradict everything I say, aren't you?" It's the least he can do to repay all the headaches you've given him, and for forgiving his transgressions too easily.

An intrusive thought makes itself known from the depths of his mind - would you forgive him just as readily if he were to kill someone in front of you? If he showed you just how destructive his arcane skills could be when given free reign? Where would you draw the line? And how much could he continue to push his luck before he lost you?

Before Forget Me Not realizes it, you've loosened your grip on his arm and returned to that previous moment of suffocating peace - the only difference is that you've gone from being deep in thought to troubled and miserable, one hair away from darting out the room and refusing to speak to him. At this, his pinky finger wraps around yours and neither of you mention it.

"Can't you... I don't know, do something else?"

"I could be doing my job, but alas, you're keeping me prisoner here." He says, like he's not delighted to be given your undivided attention. There are no complaints when you step on his foot with a huff, he deserved that one.

"I'm talking about the scales thing! You could wear gloves. If it happens when you get distracted then, I could hang around to make sure you stop in time." A pause, and then the sound of your voice becomes unsure and so very small. "Maybe if we covered them with bandages...? But that could be annoying. Band aids? No, no - too unprofessional. It would ruin the whole aesthetic you're going for."

You continue to trail off, coming up with many different ideas and solutions to a problem he caused. He doesn't understand why you'd even bother in the first place. For you to reciprocate the attention he gives you, to care about him? That's the hardest pill Forget Me Not has ever swallowed - it's something he twirls around with his tongue, as if deciding whether to poison himself with bliss or spit it out and continue latching on to his doubts and insecurities.

Outside, in front of everyone at The Walden, he's the one leading the crowd and talking for hours on end, commanding their attention and manipulating the flow of every conversation.

Behind closed doors, all he does is listen to every nonsensical thought, unnecessary opinion and strange anecdote you throw at him.

"...No, that won't work either." Absentmindedly, you fix and button his sleeve back into place.

You've grown used to his silence the same way you've adapted and grown used to his flaws.

"I mean, it worked on me - getting a little slap on the wrist whenever I started biting my nails, but..." Without even thinking, you rub circles with your thumb across his knuckles.

You might as well be the stupidest angel in heaven.

"Why don't you just get a hobby? That's good enough, right? It's been so long since I've heard you play piano, the one by the stage." And just like that, you're on your feet attempting to drag him outside for a demonstration. "You could teach me! That way, we get to do something fun and I get to keep an eye on you."

Forget Me Not knows he has nothing to offer to this world, but when his saint looks at him with such hope, he cannot refuse. The path to recovery seems almost doable when you bump your shoulder into his, challenging him to play the hardest song he knows.

The stars in your eyes whenever you recognize all the songs he plays becomes intoxicating, more so than the sweet, sweet revenge he's yearned for since he spiraled into decadence.

Some days, his patrons join with their own singing or humming, and he forgets that he hates each and every one of them for as long as his fingers dance across the keys - a momentary reprieve from the constant stream of negativity. It doesn't take long for his body to remember his training and soon, he's improvising.

A melody for gloomy, rainy days. A whimsical tune here and there for celebrations.

A song for you and himself - the first one he teaches you and the only one he plays in private, when he's all alone with nothing but his thoughts. Solitude has gone from a noose wrapped around his neck to the perfect time to compose and hone this long forgotten passion. For the first time in forever, he doesn't dread the silence of an empty room, the endless wait between his shifts at The Walden - not when he can simply fill them with more and more music.

And so, Forget Me Not plays, hoping that you'll continue to cheer him on. Hoping that this tiny spark you've ignited in him can truly become his salvation.

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 fanfic #reverse 1999 forget me not #forget me not #outing myself as a huge fuckin religion/devotion as a metaphor for relationships freak #and as a hand freak as well. love it when the smallest acts of intimacy are the BIGGEST FUCKING DEALS for characters who are touchstarved #i love writing reader inserts from the pov of the character instead of the reader like #what goes in their head and shit??? THE INNER MONOLOGUES AND DRAMA ????? #FORGET ME NOT'S WHOLE ACT IS A COVER FOR THE FUCKING MESS HE IS WHEN YOU LOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!!! #soggiest wettest most pathetic man at manus vindictae #i hope i got his whole fuckin two faced and contradicting mentality across. mf is not having a good time healing but my GOD hes. trying #he hates you but he loves you but god he hates you so much but yeah he'll still worship the ground you walk on #the title is a pun btw. scales. musical scales. his snake scales #IM VERY SMART

[angelveiins]

old drawing from around january-ish where my demons took over and made me draw ddlc but with some of the thirds,,, (who did that guys.. not me!!) (+ BONUS SHITTY WHITEBOARD DOODLES GO!!!)

#megaman #megaman classic #rockman #gemini man #top man #spark man #snake man #ddlc #doki doki literature club #au??? maybe?? possibly? i dont fucking know i made this on a whim st like 4am 💀 #the autism demons.... they got me... aooaauuuhh😔 image of wolf ripping shirtAauaAAUUHH #i KNOW its sort of bad because its a few months old SHSHHSS SSHHHH SHH SHHHUUTY!! SHUT! BOY QUEIT

[cthulhusstepmom]

Another dichotomy Soap finds is just how jarring it is to wake up from the best sleep he's ever had in the arms of the man he's been obsessed with since they'd first collided. He doesn't slip out while Ghost is still asleep but it's an embarrassingly near thing, largely stopped by the tight grip his Lt has around his middle. He doesn't register drifting back to sleep but the next time he wakes a heavy hand is jerkily stroking through his hair in absentminded movements. It's the best thing he's ever felt. He doesn't want it to end, especially considering the talk that would follow it, awkward at best and soul crushing at worst. Soap doesn't want to lose this, not when he'd just barely got it.

He can't remember what he'd tried to say, something stupid he's certain, but before the first syllable is even out of his mouth Ghost drops the hand from his hair, he doesn't even have time to be disappointed before the same hand is cupping his jaw and the rough pad of a calloused thumb is passing gently over his lips. Soap feels more than hears the quiet, content sigh from behind him. Normally he would rail against being hushed, he's grown goddamn man for gods sakes, but all he can bring forth is an answering sigh as he feels the tension leave his shoulders. Soap doesn't remember falling asleep again but when he wakes up, the bed next to him is empty and he feels a bolt of cold dread before he hears the quiet sounds of a rain shower from the attached bathroom. At his feet on the bed are two sets of clothes. He doesn't feel much like showering, unless it would be with Ghost and that idea appeals to him all too much, so he simply forces himself up. Both of the offerings are Ghost's clothes though one could be considered slightly smaller and Johnny quickly slips them on before he has to explain himself. He sits quietly as Ghost finishes his own routine and no words pass between them as Ghost slips on his own clothes as well as what Soap has dubbed the "around base" balaclava and they leave side by side to get breakfast from the mess to eat in the rec room. And if they stand closer together than would strictly be appropriate, it's no one's business but their own.

Johnny grabs his bag of arugula from the communal fridge as Ghost gets up to follow him, snagging a couple of strawberries from Gaz's side of the fridge to loud protest. There's somewhat if an awkward pause at his door and he can see doubt start to well in Ghost's eyes. Can't fucking have that, Soap decides.

"I wasnae lying when I said it's a mess."

"S'alright" Ghost replies quietly, angling himself to leave.

"But if you want ta come in you can meet mah wee babes?" He offers. "Course got a couple snakes wouldnae want to make you uncomfortable, Wee Man is a big bastard but I promise yeh he's-"

"Ok."

Blue meets brown and there's a momentary heavy silence before Soap nods and reaches to unlock his door.

It's surreal, seeing Ghost in a space he's dedicated himself to keeping Ghost-free. At the same time it feels so right, like a missing piece he'd just realized was gone. Soap stands by the door as his Lt moves forward into the room, partly for a ready escape and partly because neither of them are small men and it would get very cramped very fast.

"What eats that?"

Soap sits there for a long moment blinking dumbly before he realizes Ghost is pointing to the arugula in his hand.

"Oh uh this is for the lizards, blue tongue up there named Yzma and the Beardie next to her, her name's Freya" shortly after receiving Yzma the skink he'd been able to hook up a home for Bart the leopard gecko and even quicker after that ended up with Freya, an 8 year old leatherback bearded dragon. "They also need some bugs, hope you don't mind roaches."

It's an awkward dance to get past Ghost to his closet and it ends with Ghost sitting cross legged on his bed for which Soap isn't complaining. It's easy, slipping into prepping the salads with easy familiarity. Ripping greens into smaller bites for the baby skink and slicing the strawberries as a treat. As he preps the salads he finds himself talking at Ghost as he usually does, unsure if the man is listening but not necessarily needing him to. He talks about his childhood and his Da's reptiles, Martha and Bowser back home, he talks about his first snake bite from a wild grass snake he'd found when he was 10. He talks about his rescues as he rummages around in the dubia roach bin for the right sized bugs, talks about why he does it and a little about each animal as he dusts the bugs with calcium powder. Soap undoes the lock on each cage, dropping them in and smiling as the lizards jump after them, before relocking the tanks and turning back to face Ghost, startling at the intensity in his eyes.

"You really love them don't you." It's more of a statement than a question but Soap answers anyway.

"Aye."

"And he's the one who bit you?" Ghost looks a little unsure nodding towards the corner of the big tank where Wee Man is barely visible curled up amidst the plants.

"Och it's a stupid story, poor lad just has shite depth perception s'all. He's the friendliest fucking snake though I'll tell you what. "

"Friendly?" Soap's heart hurts at the confusion in Ghost's voice.

"I know you haven't really had a...good experience with snakes but I promise most of them are the sweetness things."

Ghost looks deep into his eyes for a while before turning back towards Wee Man. They sit in silence for a long moment before Ghost nods minutely.

"I'll try." He turns back to Johnny. "For you I'll try." Johnny feels a weight in his throat and can only bring himself to nod.

"Thank you."

#“So it's just him?” “Ah...no theres a cobra in the bathroom.” “THERES A FUCKING WAT” #ahhhhh my heart i love these goofy goobers #look at them go watch them communicate and become their best selves for each other #Ghost is still mad at Wee Man for biting Soap #hes not going to do anythjng about it but that snake is on thin ice #meanwhile Wee Man is just 0v0 #no thoughts head empty #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #reptile person soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #fish person gaz

[crusheswhimsandfancies]

#oh nothing #just an extremely sexy snake hipped man eating cereal #i’m fine #I know he’s fucking sexy #but I was not expecting this shot #the belt #the legs for days #the haaaaaair #i want to run my fingers through his hair #ughhhhhh #god help me #what we did on our holiday #notching up my viewing of DT with his own accent #and it is feeding and watering me and my crops are bountiful #sexy scottish serpent #other than the doctor my fave it when he gets to use his own accent #dt being scottish #it just does things to me #I just love a regional accent #his voice is so delightful #I’m a sucker for an accent with a hard ‘r’ #also #he kinda reminds me of jarvis #here in particular #the tallness #and the tightness of his clothes #but look how sluttily he’s standing #he can’t help himself #natural flirt #david tennant

[carefulfears]

sometimes i think about how the very first thing dana "part of me likes it, needs it, wants the approval" scully did after her father died, was tell mulder that she believes in a psychic

#pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her etc etc #ALONG THE WAY THERE ARE OTHER FATHERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #aren't there dana. aren't there #the way she looked up at him and said 'i thought that you would be pleased' #and how much it hurts that he wasn't #that he sat down and gently called her out #asked if she was feeling 'uncomfortable or uneasy' #told her to only believe in what's TRUE to her #dana at 13 who snuck out to smoke just because she knew her father would kill her if he found out #dana at 33 who ditched her assignment to fuck a dangerous man #how painful it is that mulder found out and didn't kill her #thinking of philadelphia. of endless lines and snakes eating their own tails #beyond the sea #txf.txt

[coccinelle-et-chaton]

i've been listening to Can't Catch Me Now for days now.

it is my entire personality. it has consumed me. i-

the beauty, the rage, the sadness. i am BANGIng my head against the wall, do you understand me? 2023 is for the dystopic girlie reinassance and i feel so ALIVE.

#i need the hunger games like i need air #i need to be put down #i am rabid i am unwell i am not fit for organized society #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #the balad of songbirds and snakes #can't catch me now #olivia rodrigo #i mean do you remember the groundbreaking poetry of safe and sound? we were not worthy. #this is up there. i can't stop i'm so sorry i'm so obsessed with this song and like #how WELL it captures Lucy Gray's legacy. #the ability to make this fucking man hysteric enough that it would be his downfall #a girl like Katniss was always going to come along to deliver the final blow #a girl like Katniss was not just inevitable but like Lucy Gray only a matter of time #because even if it lands on top snow does fall in the end #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #lucy gray baird #katniss everdeen