Tumgik
johnbly · 2 hours
Text
being obsessed w a piece of media is so scary. what if my mutuals see how insane i go about it and think oh i gotta check out what this is about and then think it sucks and kill me with rocks. what if they hate my favorite characters
3K notes · View notes
johnbly · 2 hours
Text
Tumblr media
669 notes · View notes
johnbly · 6 hours
Photo
Tumblr media
150K notes · View notes
johnbly · 6 hours
Text
What if Pokemon & Animal Crossing had a crossover game? #10 Made in Blender, Wooper design by @omuart on instagram!
6K notes · View notes
johnbly · 10 hours
Text
Tumblr media
love a lighthouse love a tall rocky coastline
245 notes · View notes
johnbly · 11 hours
Text
save me hot shower
20K notes · View notes
johnbly · 11 hours
Text
ok im about to think about the Character!! im so Excited 😊😊
28K notes · View notes
johnbly · 11 hours
Text
Tumblr media
behold the paper brig
4 notes · View notes
johnbly · 11 hours
Text
soulmates (derogatory)
2K notes · View notes
johnbly · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
johnbly · 1 day
Text
if god is real then explain the state of georgia
27K notes · View notes
johnbly · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
23K notes · View notes
johnbly · 1 day
Text
the dance we dance
Elizabeth Swann falls from a cliff into the sea. It is only proper that her fiancée sees to her health, until it isn't. ✦ potc, 1.5k words, one-shot au
Knuckles rap softly against the open library door. Elizabeth looks up from a well-thumbed novel to see Commodore Norrington, framed gold by the candles lit in the hall.
“Elizabeth,” he says lightly, “I did not mean to interrupt you.”
He stands halfway into the room, inclining his head politely. There is no chaperone present — Elizabeth imagines Cooper, the steward, is tending her father somewhere else, making both suitable candidates in the manor absent — and it is not exactly correct for a strapping young man to be alone with his fiancée so late at night.
Elizabeth closes her book and leaves it in her lap. She shifts so she is sitting straight in her plush chair and greets, “Good evening, James. Or do you prefer Commodore now? Which is proper, do you think?”
The invitation is implicit. He steps into the room and though he does not quite smile, he approximates it. (He was never much of a smiler; tonight, he is even more drawn, his brow more knit.) “I am at your mercy; you are better versed in such manners. I came to make sure you are recovered.”
(read here on ao3!)
14 notes · View notes
johnbly · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media
11K notes · View notes
johnbly · 1 day
Text
21K notes · View notes
johnbly · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
PENS v ISLANDERS (4/4)
April 17, 2024
71 notes · View notes
johnbly · 2 days
Text
2K notes · View notes