#(hope its okay!!)

[naycelium]

A lil Marie for @slushiecafe ! 🐈

[fearinfected]

Usually when Eddie turned up at the Tozier household on a bright Saturday morning, he'd let himself up to the front door, knocking loudly enough to capture the attention of even the sleepiest of Richie's. Today, however, was a little different. Pulling up in his second-hand Civic, Eddie let his fist rest on the car's horn as he anxiously checked his watch.

Shit, they were leaving so much later than they planned.

"Come on, Rich," he muttered, beeping the horn again in case he'd somehow not heard the first time. As soon as the front door opened and the familiar frame of his friend came into view, Eddie gestured impatiently for him to get in, not wasting a breath when Richie finally let himself into the passenger seat. "Took you long enough, asshole. I'm trying to beat traffic here."

closed starter for @alldeadrock

[areumxmp]

100 Minutes of Solitude

Starter for @baihuamp

It’s a bar, or course there are regulars and of course Areum remembers most of them. Where he isn’t smart with some things, he has memory going for him; so it’s nothing out of the ordinary when he sees someone he’s seen in here a few nights in a row.  The only thing about this new regular, was just that. He was new. This dude has never been here, then suddenly is here every day so that gives the bartender one of three reasons. This man has suddenly understood what depression is and that he has it, he’s a new drinker and suddenly thinks it’s the best thing ever, or he’s new to Mount Phoenix.  Every time this guy comes in, he looks casual, in darker clothing and normally doesn’t say much at all. Not even a thank you for his drinks, though he does nod and Areum accepts that just the same. The fact that he isn’t talkative or on the dance floor rules out the second reason he could be here, so really there just leaves two. 

The ex convict is shaking a drink with one hand, and sliding over a shot of Belvedere and a slice of lime to the regular with his other hand. He offers a smile as always, and after he drops off someone else’s drink he makes his way back,  “Alright man, you’re either depressed or new here. Maybe both.” With a shrug he lets out a bright smile which always contrasts so hard with the way he looks. “Shit honestly we are all depressed but either way, I ain’t never seen you around. I’m Areum~ And I like that Jacket.”  It was a simple introdcution, and he plans to at least somewhat get to know this guy if he’s going to be making him drinks almost every day. Areum finds joy in knowing his customers to an extent, being able to do bartop therapy sessions, and to sometimes be one of the only person in these people’s lives that remembers the things they like.  Bartending may not seem like all that great of a job, but the whole point of him being here was that he would do the opposite of what he used to. For once, he has the chance to be personable and to bring smiles to people’s faces and help them rather than hurt them. And he loves that.

[dimeadozencows]

My personal understanding of the situation

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       . . .     ‘    requested by @draconikia ( nine ) :       still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

" god , i'm gaspin' for a cuppa . put the kettle on , then ! " one adventure almost always led to another effective immediately , but today ? today she was adamant for a break . a gentle retrieve from the panicked adrenaline that seemed to forever be running through her brains . just this once , they deserved a nice cup of tea . " no pushing buttons , no going anywhere . just tea . "

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[thirdtimed]

beautiful grianful world.. links to all the artists' profiles under the cut :D

linktoo-doodles

jellitchi

avo0930

alienssstufff

cherrifire

grianhate

luniise

tibbycaps

skimmeh

pippeinnit

i linked everyones tumblrs if they had one, otherwise it leads to twitter!

[deathianartworks]

(ID: a stylised digital portrait painting of a white woman with blonde hair and circular gold glasses. She is wearing a black trenchcoat with the collar popped up, blocking her neck from view. To the left of her is four white anemone flowers, these are lined instead of painted and where the stems cross over the portrait, the portrait stops, leaving the left side empty save for the flowers. The woman has a worried but determined expression on her face and her eyes are entirely in shadow. The entire painting is made of warm tones with a grey background.)

'To the master of the eldritch, she's a growing bed of thorns'

[starryroe]

dying on this comment under a video about microwaves. clapping at the microwave so it gets happy and keeps heating up the food for you. do you think it's because it gets embarrassed and starts heating up. or is it very self conscious and if it doesn't get told it's doing a good job it will just stop maybe

[kenny-404]

there is something so tragically beautiful about repressed homosexuals in a confession booth 🙃🙃

[sunflowersinheaven]

cody watching the sunrise drawing i made for @shortcuts-make-long-delays 🧡

[dearlawdimasimp]

something something about bf!jason todd only speaking softly when talking to you ...

a/n: mdni, 18+ on the last part, gender neutral idk if this has been done before im sorry if it has but legit this has been in my mind since this morning

Bf!Jason Todd, who will only talk in a volume only you can hear, dropping his head a little so that you can hear him better.

"this would look good on you sweetheart." his hum a low rumble behind you, his breath warming your ear as he takes the apparel you have in your hand, inspecting the fabric with a faint smile only you could see...

Bf!Jason Todd, who will only mumble lowly as a warning if ever you act out a little

"doll, you've had enough sweets for the day." It came from his chest, almost like a low growl as his long exhale came through his big nose, his lush green eyes held warning but were still soft, fond, looking down at your pout. "Still a no babe." His resolve is wearing down...

Bf!Jason Todd, who will bury his head in your neck, whispering and groaning to your skin as he takes you from behind...

"god sweetcheeks." he takes a deep inhale, his nose nudging your earlobe as his mumbling is punctuated by his thrusts, resonating from his chest through the expanse of your sweaty back. He was everywhere, engulfing you with his large form, arms around your waist and your neck, securing you close to him as his hips pistons you down the mattress, "taking me so well." His praise fanning the shell of your ear, grunts escaping his gritted teeth.

[bonus-links]

HOMESICK, pt. 7

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[stellarspecter]

joey richter + being held at gunpoint by a love interest

(+ bonus: when he wasn't actually shot)