#BUT I CANT HELP IT

[dipperscavern]

guys what if you were jessica’s personal assistant. what if your name was like phoebe or something, but everyone at the office calls you baby. you’re kind, gentle, and sweet, & everyone at the office has one thing in common. they all love baby.

you try not to get involved in the cases, too much of an empath (like mike) to be able to handle the harshness lawyers sometimes have to give clients you just plain feel bad for. you’re always inclined to help out anyone that needs it, and are practically a life saver.

you’re the reprieve in the office people need sometimes. harvey’s stress melting off him when he drops by to pick up files jessica had asked you to get to him, and you smile at him all sweet, handing him exactly what he needed to turn his case around. he asks you your price for saving him & you just tease, telling him to keep giving you that million-dollar smile as you both kiss at each other in a joking manner of departure.

or when mike feels like he’s drowning, mind going a million miles an hour as he stops by your desk. you were the only person kind to him from the start, and sometimes he just needs a reset to keep going. you hand him half the cutie you were eating as he sits in your chair, sighing as you lean against your desk. you tell him to stop thinking, just for a second. thirty seconds or so pass before he jumps out of his seat, finally putting the puzzle pieces together he needed, almost running down the hallway back to his cubicle shouting a “thank you, thank you baby!”

jessica adores you, and even the rudest clients eventually melt under your sweetness. you aren’t really sure where the name baby came from, but you’ll never hate it. knocking on harvey’s door, telling him jessica wants to see him & hearing him say a “thanks, baby.” in that voice of his is never anything you’ll complain about.

[gunsatthaphan]

“please take a seat.”

[puffinft]

The horribly wonderful feeling of drawing a character and feeling the brainrot instantly set in

[applestruda]

My Lads of the Valley fit

[l-e-i-k-o]

SIM WIP SIM WIP!!

[everywherenothere]

okay, so a couple of days ago i saw on the clock app this video of a jock and a obviously queer man living together and my brain went STEVE AND EDDIE OMG I NEED A FIC OF THIS and i know there is somewhere in the internet but i need to put into words so here it goes:

Robin loves Steve. And Steve loves Robin. They have been attatched to the hip since the mysterious accident that have burned the gigantic new mall and, subsocuently, the ice cream shop where they used to work. They have been living together since before Robin went to a college out of the little town they used to live (we all know Steve's parents were shit and probably being a teenager living alone, Robin's parents practically adopted him) and Steve without anything holding him back followed her.

Now, a couple years later, partners and one-night-stands came and went from their apartment because you cannot convince me those two dont have some kind of rizz. Steve with his bitchy attitude and jock alike body and Robin with her nerdy and charismatic energy have definetly bagged some people. One of them being the now-and-Robin-hope-for-a-very-long-time Robin's new girlfriend who the last two months has been living with them. And for sometime it was good, great even, but feeling like a third wheel most of the time Steve decided to move.

Apartment hunting was hard. Most places were way out of his budget or too small for a human to actually live comfortable and host dinners like he used to do when the now-not-so-kids visited him on the summer. So, he decided to search for a roomate. It was a little bit easier but to find someone who wasnt crazy and actually just mind their bussiness was a full job.

That's how he met Eddie. A nerdy metalhead who can and will up his bitchy attitude with a flirtatious response. And Steve absolutely loves it. At the beggining he tries so hard to convince himself that is just because he reminds him of Robin. That is just because both of them are a little bit smaller than him and nerdy. That is just because of the manerisms and the way they dont even flinch at his sarcastic and mean-girl-type of comments. That is just because both of them talked with passion about what they had been invested in the last couple of days.

But then is also the way Eddie always dress to impress and has a varierity of responses (and even actions) when people call him slurs without even letting those comments affect him.

And the way his eyes glows and do a little dance when he finally got one bridge right on a really difficult song that has been practicing the last couple of weeks.

And the way that he isnt a morning person but still wakes up earlier than Steve to make breakfast because he has learn that Steve bearly takes care of himself without a pressure of someone being dissapointed of him.

And the way both (Steve and Eddie) are on the couch on a Saturday evening watching nothing on the TV when Eddie starts talking his thoughts out. And of course, Steve being Steve cant help but tease him about something he said wrong and then it started: a back and forth of teasing and getting close as trying to prove a point. And when both are a hand away of breathing the same air, Steve realized. And Eddie purposly looked at Steve lips and get just a molecule closer just to see how Steve gets all red and backs down, of course Eddie laughs teasingly and walks to his room for a dictionary, leaving Steve all confused about wtf has happened. But Eddie's laugh continues to live on his ears and oh the way Eddie laughs.

Steve is pretty sure he is fucked up when he realized that he would do anything to make him laugh. And then Steve is also pretty sure that the friendship he has with Robin is one thing and the thing he has (or hope he has) with Eddie is another.

But that is one thought for another time, one existential crisis at the time, please.

[mirkwood]

I'd love to make a smart, informative post about adar. Unfortunately when I think about him for more than two seconds I lose my fucking mind. So there's that ig

[waffliesinyoface]

trigger please draw laios in casual outfits more often i am thriving

[fophelia1331]

Enough "would you still love me if I was a worm" I wanna see "would you still love me if YOU were a worm."

What if you went through severe life changes? What if your entire being and sense of self was uprooted? What if you couldn't even recognize yourself? What if you woke up and everything was suddenly different?

Would you still love me? If you were a worm? I would love you. Would you let me stay?

Would you still love me if you were a worm?

[qjpsys]

ive been a snappy asshole to our family today bc our body is in so much pain and theyre calling me out for acting ""out of character"" and ""not like myself"" like.. sorry we have different people in our head who act differently in the same situations, unfortunately, i have a low frustration threshold unlike teo, im not sorry either >:(

[kenandeliza]

Evolution of Drawing Freddy's Hair

Looking back at how i used to draw Freddy [this drawing is like 1 year old at this point], It was simple compared to the wild hairstyle I drew for him recently..

(This was my drawing of Freddy Last two weeks or so)

I made him too spiky..But i think it was better than the one I did on october

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS HAIR!?? IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE FREDDY AT ALL

Bruh

Someday I'm foing to have to redraw that electric chair art i made for Captain Marvel Jr... His hair is bothering me too much!

But strangely enough, I kept the fancy eyelashes consistent throughout the years

[aurora771]

You know your gay ass is unhinged when you rewatch the Imodna supercut then decide to rewatch C3 from the beginning.

[whispersbelongingbird]

The second selection is just going to be Isagi trying to steal Bachira back and I have no complaints.

'If you want me, come and steal me'

'I've come to steal you back'

[justarandomrat]

I drew my favorite panel because I couldn't get it out of my head.

[racetrackmybeloved]

even more recent pics of my favourites because i STILL have no life

[writingalice]

I want to thank the people around me for actually caring, for bothering to ask me if I'm okay, for listening to me without judgement. For understanding. For being there when it matters; for telling me I have the right to feel this way. For sharing their experience, too, in a way that doesn't hurt. For opening up and letting me in, letting me see the cracks and the failures.

I wish I could write poetry; then I would write them a poem. To tell them I see them. To tell them I care for them, deeply, and I would miss them if I was ever to lose them. To tell them I am so deeply grateful I might actually start to cry.

I'm about to lose them now - I'm moving out, so far away. And I seem to struggle to express anything by words. I am running out of time to tell them how much I love them. Not only my family, too. One of my teachers. My best friend. I am running out of time to find the right words.

I fear to lose them. I fear that I will lose contact with them and only rarely ever think about them, about those people who were able to take the weight of everybody's expectations off my shoulders like it were nothing, who looked at me and saw me as I was and believed me when I said I couldn't do something, instead of telling me I could make it because I am clever. It seems sometimes they are the only ones willing to sit there and listen, and the only ones capable of understanding, and they are not even family.

If I were a poet, if I were braver, I would put this in a poem. I wish I could find the words to tell them how much they mean to me - how lucky I feel to have had them as my safe place, the people I could go to, the people I could share secrets and fears in a cloudy summer afternoon. But I am no poet.

Sometimes it seems like all we do is screaming in the dark, hoping for someone to answer us, and I feel like I found this someone. I want to put this in the poem, too, but I can't. What can I say, after all? I'm only human. I can't express the utter feeling of belonging I've experienced, and the feeling of loss.

I wish I could. But I wish firstly that I do not lose them, and that I do not need to tell them goodbye. And, as I'm moving to the other side of the country, I wish I could stay with them - in a classroom, quiet and dark, talking about nothing important and knitting, letting things that hurt outside. But I can't. And they can't, either: we all have to get out of the classroom and live and trace our own paths.

So I wish I can't forget them - I wish I think about them often, instead of thinking about them when I come across something particular. I wish I can't forget the people who looked at me and saw me as I am, and took the weight of my parents' expectations off my teenager shoulders.