#ᵒʰ

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

it would be really funny if ted's internal monologue actually has a lot of swearing he just almost never says any of it out loud bc like, he's a polite midwestern dad

#ted internally seeing rupert: oh not this fucking bastard again. jesus fucking christ i wish he'd fuck off. piece of shit. #ted externally: hey there rupert :) #ted lasso #i dont think this is canon btw i just think it would be very funny #ted when high as balls for real this time: HEY WHATS UP FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!! #the entire team: [WIDE EYED BONK EMOJI] #trent after a press conference in like s1: okay off the record i have to know. you say 'golly gosh' and 'gee willickers' just to fuck w/ us #right? those aren't real? like i understand you don't swear that tracks but you're fucking with us on the 'golly gosh' right? #ted looking both ways and leaning in: off the record? trent i swear all the fucking time in my head. and shit trent! #i've never said 'gee willickers' unironically in my whole goddamn life. but god isn't it funny to watch them buy it #and trents like (wide eyed with awe) why are you telling me this #and teds like (most cheerful smile) because no one will ever fuckin believe you :) #trent (somehow more attracted to ted than he's ever been): .....ᵒʰ

[flamebearer]

would you still love Clive if he was a worm?

#☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ᵒʰ ⁱᶠʳⁱᵗ ᵗⁱᵗˢ .❞ out of character. #facts... you better love him

[ozymoron]

3x14 - jerome with his silly little knife

#gotham #gotham tv #jerome valeska #gifset #ᵒʰ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇʳᵘᶜᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ

[hydroglia]

" h - hi "

#⸺ 「 ᵃᶰᵈ ᶰᵒʷ ʷᵉ ˡᵃʸ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒᶰˢ 」 ( ooc. ) #⸺ 「 ᵒʰ˒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵃʳˀ 」 ( ask. ) #HAPPY PLS AWIJFOIAFW #protcg

[peculiarbeauty]

chiheru asked: “ Don't let go of me. ” / hehhee haluuu!! 5-Word Sentence Prompts

" i'll never let go , but you must hang on tight ! promise me ! " she calls , attempting to hold onto the girl with all of her might. the edge proved to be a contender for a treacherous end.

she has grown to look upon the younger girl as a little sister with their time together. " chihiro , look at me and only me , okay ? " belle , though inwardly very nervous will soften her features. it was important to show patience in dire moments and to not be worked up in the face of peril.

surely enough , belle will pull the girl out from risk and into the comfort of a warm hug. " oh , thank goodness .. thank goodness you are alright ! " the bookish princess gives the other girl's head a quick kiss.

" please , don't go too far ahead of me. let's travel together. "

#chiheru #⊱✿⊰ ┊ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ? ᵒʰ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ! ( answered ) #[ HI MY LOVE #this is so sweet

[bladesalvation]

Zaire Witchwood, The Covenless

#♥ ᵒʰ ˡᵒʳᵈ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ; ᵃᵐ ⁱ ˡⁱˡˡⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳ ᵃᵐ ⁱ ᵉᵛᵉ? / ᶻᵃⁱʳᵉ #character imagery

[quick-drawn]

@colecassiidy asked: ↪ Quotes from things I’ve written “Don’t make me drag you out of bed, Colt.”

The other's voice hardly phases him, Colton refusing to look up from where he laid on his bed. Though, even if he did, Cole probably wouldn't be able to see him under the MASSIVE mound of blankets he'd rolled himself in. Much like a burrito. The fabric is pulled taut over his head, another tug snugging the fabric against his ears to help AID in further ignoring the other's threat.

It's been just a little over a week of this...since his mother passed...

Today was supposed to be a day of running errands. Or rather, three days ago it was supposed to be — Cole graciously letting him push the date back to make room for the GRIEF. Though time can't heal all, he learns, each passing day somehow proving worse than the last.

It's inevitable. He passes her door every day, clear view of her bed, all the machines that were once keeping her alive now lifeless and still. It's the absolute decimation of his routine — such an integral part being ripped from his day to day life, it's DIFFICULT for him to fill the void...feels wrong...

— it's why he still refuses to move, accepting his fate should it really come down to Cole dragging him to the front door by the ankles.

"Th'barn better be on FIRE, you doin' all that..."

#✯ — [ ᵉˡ ᵐᵃᵗᵃᵈᵒʳ ] ⨯ in character #✯ — [ ᶤ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ˢᵒᶰ ] ⨯ pre-deadlock #✯ — [ ᵒʰ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ] ⨯ colecassiidy #✯ — [ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᶜᵉ ] ⨯ ask #colecassiidy #:')) i could've made this about any other normal day —

[pabition]

⸺ @falxsaint " I think I’m losing my mind. "

Intense purple depths, underneath heavy eyelids, calmly rested on the female as he observed her, taking in the sight, with interest dancing within. Despite knowing, what he was looking at ⸺ due to information that he had received, with a hefty sum of mora, Pantalone found himself desiring to see this one, firsthand. He could just have send one of his men to check everything out, but had been too curious to stay put. Also, because business was going smoothly, leaving him with some time to kill.

A small, low chuckled danced from the banker's lips upon hearing the words as his eyes formed into crescent moons, while a small, deceiving smile appeared.

❛ My, now that would be a real shame, if that truly happened. It seems some of the dear Doctor's new drugs got out.. It's said to affect the mind. I must say, it's quite interesting to see that, firsthand like this.. ❜

Staying, where he was, Pantalone watched as he ever so slightly tilted his head to the side. Of course, he had only went here, once he knew that he was safe, after all, even he would get affected by this, if he wasn't careful enough.

❛ Now.. why don't you tell me, why you came here? ❜

#falxsaint #⸺ 「 ᵒʰ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗʳᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵃˡˀ 」 - ( ask. ) #⸺ 「 ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᶤᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒʸᵃˡᵗʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉˑ 」 - ( ic. )

[astro-inthestars]

ᵒʰ ⁿᵒ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃˢᵏ ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ

#rennikorambles #ᵒʰʰʰʰʰʰ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ... /ⁿᵒᵗ ⁿᵉᵍ ᶦ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉ #ᶦᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ⁻ ᵒʰ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᵒʰ ⁿᵒ ᵒʰ ⁿᵒ #ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐʸ ᵘᵗᵈʳ ᵃˢᵏᵇˡᵒᵍ ᵖʰᵃˢᵉ ʰᵍᵍʲʰᶠᵍᶠᵍʲᴳᶠᴴᴰˢᴶ #ᵗʰᵉʸʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗᵎᵎ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˢᵒ ˢᴼ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵉⁿᶦᵘˢᵉˢ #ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵖᵒʳᵗʳᵃʸ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵉʷ ˢᶦᵗᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵒʷ ᶠᵃᶜᵉᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡᶦᵗʸ #ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᶦⁿ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵖʳᵉᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᶦᵉʷ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ #ᴵᵀˢ ᴺᴼᵀ ˢᴬᶠᴱ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹʸ ᴹᴱᴺᵀᴬᴸ ᴴᴱᴬᴸᵀᴴ /ˢᴵᴸᴸʸ ᴴᴱᴸᴾᵎᵎᵎ #ᴬᴺᴰ ᴹᴼˢᵀ ᵀᴵᴹᴱˢ ᴹᴬᴷᴱˢ ᴹᴱ ᶠᴱᴱᴸ ᴰᴬᴺᴳᴱᴿᴼᵁˢ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳˢᵎᵎᵎᵎ #ᴬᴬᴬᴬᴬᴬᴬᴬᴬᴬ

[malumxsubest]

alright! i finally made a NEW one without duplicates this time. @_@ sooo let's goooo.

#;; dash games #:3 #ᵒʰ ᶤ ᵈᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ [memes]

[flamebearer]

hii friends, sorry again for not posting or being as active as I wish Ive been! hoping to get out of the funk eventually u___u

#☾ ☆ ┊ × ❝ ᵒʰ ⁱᶠʳⁱᵗ ᵗⁱᵗˢ .❞ out of character. #im pretty active in dms or discord but !! #im always lurking here on free time so please dont think im ignoring ;_;

[ozymoron]

goodnight jim

#the little head pat jerome does lmao #gotham #gotham tv #jerome valeska #jim gordon #gifset #ᵒʰ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʲᶦᵐ ʰᵉʳᵉ #i need to stop rewatching this gif #wishing i was jim rn YNSUADNF UFHSNDU

[hydroglia]

@supportingfire ⸺ "some say you're dangerous," he muses, tone more upbeat than anything dreadful. like he is amused at the aspect. thrilled, even. a step closer, thoma's green eyes sparkle, a hand resting atop harbinger's chest, "should i be concerned, or excited about that?"

Cobalt depths instantly settled on the other male at the words, taking in the sight of Thoma with clear interest and curiosity due to this never having been brought up before, even with the few hints that Childe was in fact, that, dangerous. He had made it quite clear at one point, going as far as to state that it would have been good, if Thoma never saw him again, once he had to leave. However, despite that, the man had continued to see him and had continued to let him close. Childe knew why, because there rested a heart of gold, beneath those layers. Or, perhaps, Thomas was just being foolish, the harbinger wasn't entirely certain yet, all he knew was that, never mind what, there was sharp intellect in those green depths, depths that were holding his captive right now as he observed.

Feeling the weight upon his chest, fair lips morph into a small smirk, where pearly whites reveal amusement and something slightly dark. Soon, one of his own hands lifted to rest on top of the one that had settled upon his chest, where the strong organ within beat softly, beneath the warm surface. It felt almost like playing a game, a game that Thoma was clearly already enjoying, despite the seriousness that could rest underneath such a question.

Leaning in, depths lacking light, that other normal people possessed, gazed into greens, testing how far Thoma truly desired this to go.

❝ I would be lying if I said I wasn't. whether you should be concerned or excited is all up to you. Do you think, I would hurt you, Thoma? ❞

Childe meant physically, of course. When it came to mentally... then he couldn't promise anything due to who he is and what he is.

#supportingfire #⸺ 「 ᵒʰ˒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᵃʳˀ 」 ( ask. ) #⸺ 「 ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶠᶤᶰᶤᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒᶰ & ᴵ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶤᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃʸ 」 - ( ic. ) #Ah I love this waijojawf

[peculiarbeauty]

adversitybloomed asked: here's your tea . ↪ 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯 .

" thank you very much. " her voice carries graciously , taking a sip from the beverage before placing it on the nearest table. a brief ( clink ! ) sound to be heard. " i hope this wasn't too much trouble for me to drop by this way unexpectedly. "

#adversitybloomed #⊱✿⊰ ┊ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ? ᵒʰ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ! ( answered )

[bladesalvation]

Zaire is an opportunist in so many ways: She changes gods as she sees fit and as long as their power benefits her, she changes powerful men (and women) when they stop benefiting her, and if she could change her class every time she needed to be something else she would.

This woman is a menace and I love her

#♥ ᵒʰ ˡᵒʳᵈ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ; ᵃᵐ ⁱ ˡⁱˡˡⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳ ᵃᵐ ⁱ ᵉᵛᵉ? / ᶻᵃⁱʳᵉ #She really is proof Nihil has a thing for people who are vengeance fueled and/or power hungry #she's also out here stomping on Cazador's foot and hiding behind the Bhaal cult #its why she doesn't have a coven they'd weigh her down but also lowkey picking out unholy assassins she could gaslight gatekeep girlboss

[quick-drawn]

@colecassiidy ↪ you asked for this, don't start crying now —

He's dead.

It's a definitive thought that sits at the forefront of his mind, even despite the ruckus Lady and Maria were causing in the background, despite how he was now holding a barrel steady against the chest of one of the assailers —

despite how his own fate sat cold, ready behind him at the crook of his neck.

There's nothing but silence between the four of them until a thick swallow paves way for a throaty murmur from Colton, who's eyes have yet to leave the other currently slouched across the wooden tabletop where he'd left him earlier, "...Cole?" Not expecting an answer...but NEEDING one. Empty seconds tick by that feel like hours. Each one somehow filled with more silence than the last until his features are wrenching into some evenly mixed form of ANGER and sorrow. All he needed was some sort of movement — a lift of his head or twitch of his fingers...maybe a pained groan or just...something more than the NOTHING he's getting right now. Anything...

— but he's fucking dead.

He currently stood between the opposite ends of two different guns, both a trigger pull away from sealing the fate of two, but his mind was NOWHERE to be found. Mentally, he wasn't in the dire situation of standing at the barrel end of a gun — he was in the dire situation of losing someone he cared about, and the others knew it. But, trying to take that as an opportunity to get the upper hand is what would lead to peacekeeper firing first, discharging a single round point blank into the one man's chest.

But Colton will hit the ground before he does. Through the wispy smoke and gunpowder, he's falling heavily to his hands and knees, the aftereffect of a swift pistol whip to the back of his head. And it's a dizzying trip down, only worsened by the shove of a boot knocking him down to an elbow. "Fuck..." he grits through his teeth as his eyes are forced closed, trying to blink away the sudden onslaught of spots and stars taking over his vision.

Boots — he sees Cole's boots before his gaze is traveling back up to the table, managing to get his lungs full of air before he calls out again, "COLE!" like a cry for help — but it wasn't. There's no doubt he could use a hand from the other right about now, sure. But what he needed was reassurance. Affirmation that he didn't just get his brother killed...

But you did — he's fucking DEAD and it's all your goddamned fault.

He doesn't even register the PAIN of being wrestled into the ground, his arm being folded back enough to dislodge his shoulder or the heel that sat against his chin — just the sting of losing another one. He can't lose another one...

"WAKE UP, damnit! Please!" it burst from the top of his lungs, voice sodden with PANIC as he chewed on the dirt and gravel of the unpaved parking lot his jaw's ground into — one final plea for a clear conscience, one last cry for his brother.

#✯ — [ ᵉˡ ᵐᵃᵗᵃᵈᵒʳ ] ⨯ in character #✯ — [ ᶤ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ˢᵒᶰ ] ⨯ pre-deadlock #✯ — [ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍᶤᶰᶰᶤᶰᵍ ] ⨯ starter #✯ — [ ᵒʰ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ] ⨯ colecassiidy #colecassiidy #smh hate this