a couple of cutie pies flirting up a storm (。✿‿✿。)

delintthedarkone:

*Prompts are now closed.*Hey Soupers! Thanks for all the lovely prompts! As you can see, there are many many many, so don’t be disappointed if it takes a weee while to get them. I’ll probably not start for a couple weeks yet as I have some other commissions to finish up first….=3

delintthedarkone:

*Prompts are now closed.*

Hey Soupers! Thanks for all the lovely prompts! As you can see, there are many many many, so don’t be disappointed if it takes a weee while to get them. I’ll probably not start for a couple weeks yet as I have some other commissions to finish up first….=3

Yeah… Excellent excuse there Rumple.

Yeah… Excellent excuse there Rumple.

To all the Tumblr users who tend to use tags very liberally:

thejadedkiwano:

Let’s play a game.

Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.

you

also

what

when

why

how

look

because

never

rufeepeach:

cthulhu:

This is always the thing that angers me about games that take place in post apocalyptic settings
there’s like 3 stars in the sky and man
there’s no more fucking light pollution show me the god damn stars 

They’ve run out of food.
There’s not much she’s certain of, scrabbling in the dirt, through the last of the supplies salvaged from the last broken down ghost town, but the lack of food is getting damn near impossible to ignore.
The last town was a day’s drive back. They’d been headed to the mountains, where there’d be less danger and more room the breathe, but she’d thought the food would last a little longer. Her belly growled, as if on cue, and she groaned, leaning her head against the side of the dented Jeep they were calling home these days.
He took her hand, gently, but she didn’t look up.
"Hey," he said, softly.
"We’re gonna starve," she murmured back, like she would have said to her wife long ago, if they were out of toilet paper and it wasn’t her turn to run to the store. It could be a death sentence out here, but hey, the world ended: skirting death was kind of a way of life now. "What’s even the goddamn point?"
He pulled on her hand, “Come on.”"What are you even doing?" she groaned, but she followed where he lead. A day’s drive from New York City’s broken husk and it was darker than she’d ever seen it, so she followed the little bright spark of his lighter in the darkness and prayed to God she wouldn’t trip.
She prayed to God for a lot of things, nowadays: this one, she felt, was small enough to truly hope for.
After a moment, he stopped, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice. “Look up,” he said. She did.
In all the weeks they’d spent trying to survive, there’d never been a clear night when she wasn’t dead to the world. How had she missed this? The sky was teeming, on fire with stars she’d never even thought of before, like a child had spilled silver ink on black water. It was beautiful, empty and cold and too far away to dream of touching, too damn far to be of any help or use, but beautiful all the same.
"There’s the point," she murmured. Then she grinned, "Thousands of them."
"Infinity," he agreed, "funny how we seem so much closer now, eh?"
She shrugged, “Apocalypse, man,” she muttered, “it’ll do that.”
After that, she tried always to remember to glance up whenever she could at a clear night sky. It wasn’t exactly a silver lining, but there was enough silver involved to make the exercise feel worthwhile.

rufeepeach:

cthulhu:

This is always the thing that angers me about games that take place in post apocalyptic settings

there’s like 3 stars in the sky and man

there’s no more fucking light pollution show me the god damn stars 

They’ve run out of food.

There’s not much she’s certain of, scrabbling in the dirt, through the last of the supplies salvaged from the last broken down ghost town, but the lack of food is getting damn near impossible to ignore.

The last town was a day’s drive back. They’d been headed to the mountains, where there’d be less danger and more room the breathe, but she’d thought the food would last a little longer. Her belly growled, as if on cue, and she groaned, leaning her head against the side of the dented Jeep they were calling home these days.

He took her hand, gently, but she didn’t look up.

"Hey," he said, softly.

"We’re gonna starve," she murmured back, like she would have said to her wife long ago, if they were out of toilet paper and it wasn’t her turn to run to the store. It could be a death sentence out here, but hey, the world ended: skirting death was kind of a way of life now. "What’s even the goddamn point?"

He pulled on her hand, “Come on.”

"What are you even doing?" she groaned, but she followed where he lead. A day’s drive from New York City’s broken husk and it was darker than she’d ever seen it, so she followed the little bright spark of his lighter in the darkness and prayed to God she wouldn’t trip.

She prayed to God for a lot of things, nowadays: this one, she felt, was small enough to truly hope for.

After a moment, he stopped, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice. “Look up,” he said. She did.

In all the weeks they’d spent trying to survive, there’d never been a clear night when she wasn’t dead to the world. How had she missed this? The sky was teeming, on fire with stars she’d never even thought of before, like a child had spilled silver ink on black water. It was beautiful, empty and cold and too far away to dream of touching, too damn far to be of any help or use, but beautiful all the same.

"There’s the point," she murmured. Then she grinned, "Thousands of them."

"Infinity," he agreed, "funny how we seem so much closer now, eh?"

She shrugged, “Apocalypse, man,” she muttered, “it’ll do that.”

After that, she tried always to remember to glance up whenever she could at a clear night sky. It wasn’t exactly a silver lining, but there was enough silver involved to make the exercise feel worthwhile.

darkmasterplan:

retrogrlfan:

He really looks like a broken man here… and he’s not the only thing that’s broken. MY HEART! <3

Poor Rumple

darkmasterplan:

jessicafangirl:

Belle is my spirit animal.  

Belle is smart girl

I’m suffering KH and BATB feels so bad thanks to to the KH 2 manga.

LIKE LITERALLY MY HEART IS TEARING IN TWO AT THE MOMENT.

nintendocafe:

New Fatal Frame coming to Nintendo Wii U

I need this right now. *already putting aside money for Wii U*

nintendocafe:

New Fatal Frame coming to Nintendo Wii U

I need this right now. *already putting aside money for Wii U*

221bec:

“so how’s your fandom doing?”

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Current fandoms are Once Upon A Time (Rumbelle), Attack on Titan, and The Walking Dead.

I dabble in writing and tend to draw original art and fanart.
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