#GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU

[kandidandi]

Falls over like a high school nerd as all of my notebooks and papers scatter everywhere.

Oh gee-- you're not supposed to see that!!

Okay enough of that have this cool thing i made from that one ask about you having arms. gfjkdgj

I also gave you cool boot thingies to reflect your coolness! B)

GAHGAHGHSGXHXGSIYBXSHIBSXH OHYMMV O DHUNEIHIDN SNOOWW!!!!!

AWAW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HOW DID YOU KNOW I LOVE COOL BOOTS LIKE THAT???? SAVING THIS SWVING THIS SAVING THIS ONTO MY PHONE BACKGROUND YOU GO AAAAAAAAAAA

[cero-sleep]

oh noooo if you pick werewolf we'll be on opposite teams oh nooooo

Oh nooooo fr

[m00ngbin]

GUESS WHO GOT A 95 ON THEIR DESCRIPTIVE-BUT-ALSO-NARRATIVE WRITING PROJECT

THIS GUY. ME. I DID. ME!!!

I am so so so so proud of myself. I only got five points taken off because I got just a teeny tiny bit carried away and wrote more than the maximum word limit

[carbonatedcacti]

Good morrow cactonomous my beloved mi preciosa how goes the harvest this fine fall… autumn… I pray your crops are prospering ^-^!!

hellow dear sweet thug shaker,

the harvest fares well, many bear pictures have been saved away for the winter months.

the crops are blooming and growing, they are lively and well, and everything on the carbonated ranch feels the kiss of life from mother nature herself

should you and your dear snotty choose to come see us at the ranch this winter you will be warmly recieved by the seals in the seal tank and the jeff the kill room

regarnds,

cactonomous

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[tummysmoocher]

Having this kink is so funny because You will have a crush on someone and think they are soooooo fucking hot and they will stand there and tell you that they are insecure about their body and you will have to do the equivalent of locking your brain in a straitjacket to formulate a response that sounds supportive and socially acceptable when the reality is that you would commit atrocities just to kiss their stomach ONCE. That, if given the opportunity, you would worship them like they were royalty. And you would do this in both a non-kinky way because you love them and think they are beautiful and wish that they could see themself the way you see them but also in the kinky way where it feels like there’s a feral dog inside of you that wants to sink it’s teeth into the softness of them and never let go. You have to stand there and think to yourself “you have no idea the things I would do to you. You have no idea just how desirable you are.” And it’s honestly unbearable !!!!!

[kathrynmhahn]

Twin Peaks 2.17

[gniteruirui]

@lilmissnia HAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉🎁🎈🎊🎂

[fjordfolk]

this is absolutely not professional advice but there's something about trust and handling and cooperative care that just boils down to whether your dog knows you have their best interest in mind. it's not just trusting your bond or them being calm or whatever, it's about experience. the time your dog gets a bone or a stick or a pez dispenser stuck between their teeth ideally shouldn't be the first time you poke your fingers in their mouth and they shouldn't be running away from you thinking you're trying to take it from them. there's something about your dog knowing not to freak out because parts of this experience is not new to them, and it's going to be fine.

[lavendersartistry]

EY

RIGHT BACK AT YOU, YOU IS AMAZING ONYX AND KEEP BEING THE AWESOME GOOBER YOU ARE

Another lovely message

I just want to let all of you know how greateful (grateful? thnaksful. WIRHBGHRBGWR) i am at how much all of you guys are super into the Space Riders AU, like it brings me absolutely great joy and glee seeing all of you just go absolutely apeshit with your own creations. The fact i was able to create an open world and seeing you guys find your way to contribute in your own way makes me extremely happy!

I look forward to more interactions and losing braincells with you guys! (or we can always bully Gilded simps/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/ platonic pats qxuru)

[buttered-toasty]

Cleaned up Mae sketches from earlier. Ignoring canon and drawing him happy in lieu of my other post, and also because I need to believe good things can come even to those in despair

[contamination-zone]

I imagine he is like some sort of bioluminescent aquatic creature

[shotapiss]

Respectfully asking proshippers to stop calling antis delusional🙏🙏

[allmightyscroll-swag]

GRAAAH JELLY!!! JELLY IM SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW GRAJRHAHRHAHRJRJGIEKVJJ

GETTING SQUISHED AND SHOOK APPARENTLY

I AM SO SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU GOING BATSHIT INSANE BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I FEEL LIKE WHENEVER YOU UPDATE THE FIC. I AM GOING NUTS. I AM GOING RABID YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH IN LOVE I AM WITH YOUR FICS IT'S HONESTLY ABYSMAL

I AM JUST A LITTLE DUDE!!! AND WHEN I SEE SOMETHING I LIKE AND I HEAR A SONG I LIKE MY BRAIN MAKES A LITTLE DING AND I CONNECT THE TWO!!!!

I DON'T THINK I CAN REALLY EMPHASIZE HOW MUCH I FUCKING. LOVE THE STUFF YOU DO JELLY. JELLY WHEN I FIND YOU JELLY

LITERALLY STILL NOT COMPREHENDING THE FACT WERE FRIENDS LIKE HOW DID THAT HAPPEN. YOU ARE LITERALLY!!!! SO AMAZING AND COOL???? AND SO TALENTED AND AWESOME????? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE??? HUH??? AND IM FRIENDS WITH YOU?????

People from @onejellyfishplease 's discord already got to see this but I have decided Tumblr deserves to see this too :D

BEWARE SOME SPOILERS FOR THE FIC OPEN YOUR SHELL TO FIND YOUR WINGS!!!!

I am begging Tumblr rn to not somehow screw this up. Let the animatic play I BEG

Song used: Inertia by AJR

But yeah if you haven't realized already I made a fan animatic for jelly's fanfic, Open Your Shell To Find Your Wings :D

I am not okay. Neither is Donnie

[cmkren]

— a human’s touch

; house x gn! reader

Maybe in some other lifetime romanticism wasn’t lost to House. That he had grown into a man capable of giving clear-cut affections— and capable of receiving it as well. The first ever puzzle he never wanted to solve, and it was of his heart. You, on the other hand, couldn’t give a damn about it all. You tied yourself to him after all.

In your lap, maybe that fact of House’s could be forgotten. For an hour or two.

a/n: i’ve never written for house, or house md at all. Currently in s4, and I��m just so attached to this crowd of misfits. I’m sorry if he ends up ooc— I just wanted to write something as close to fluff as I can with house LMAO 😭

tws; nothing you wouldn’t find in the show — 1.08k words

“What, are we playing mommy and her sexually frustrated boytoy? I don’t recall putting this into the search bar.”

“I don’t think you’re young and spry enough to be playing the pool boy in this scenario. Take as much offence as you’d want to that shocking revelation.”

Despite the very particular banter, nothing nefarious was happening in this scene. It was quite normal actually. In the tidiness of his apartment the two steeped in each other’s presence. Steeped may have been a strange word for it, but it fit the two. House was chatty like always, but even now and then he had grown quiet. Either getting caught by a specific feature of his partner (still thick on his tongue, not something he ever says really) or deep in his own thoughts.

What prompted him to make the off handed remark? Some might ask, especially when they were having such a peaceful moment!

The obvious answer would be because he’s House. What else was he supposed to do? The not-so-obvious answer was the strange feeling in his chest, as his head lay against the thighs of the person he oh-so cautiously let pull him down to such a position. If he turned his head sideways, you’d most certainly feel the prick of his unkempt beard.

He flexes his fingers, arms sort of kept… limp. Close to his chest. The pale blue of his eyes looking up to the other, brow wrinkled into a furrow as he felt awkward. He only allowed himself to be so hesitant for a second more before he went slack jawed and widened his eyes— a mockery of coming to another ‘revelation’.

“Oh! Pray tell me then, what are we?” Spoken like a young teenager picking out lines from a rom-com they watched the day before to aid them in romantic endeavours. His arms even moving just the slightest to resemble a ‘gosh darn it!’ kind of movement. That garnered an amused noise out of you, your hand very gently resting atop his mess of hair.

“Not we, you. What you are, is a man who can’t even sit still and let me dote on you. So I resorted to,” your free hand gestured to him. Legs stretched and resting on the arm rest of his couch, his head comfortably in your lap, “this.”

Then it was House’s turn to give a little snort.

“What you’ve resorted to is crippling a cripple. Can’t move! Should I go dial 911? Or are you going to kick my legs from behind just as I reach my phone?” This time, there wasn’t any sort of sound akin to laughter. Instead, you gave the hairs atop his head a bit of a tug. A warning.

A grunt left him, his eye wincing a little from the sensation but his wit outran any sort of complaint, “Pineapple! Oh— right we aren’t doing anything like that.” He still shot you a half-hearted look. All the playing around didn’t get him anything but a gentle expression though, a soft look in your eye that said that you would put up with him more than he could ever dream of.

A look he’d seen, but never truly appreciated. He wasn’t quite sure if he did so, even now.

“I would tell you to stop being stupid, but I know I could never stop that.”

“Wow, thanks.”

The way you leaned down to give press a kiss atop his forehead spoke to the fact that you never meant any malice or exasperation in their words. Sure, there was bound to be exhaustion, everyone had breaking points. You were always so lenient with him. Even if you wouldn’t admit that yourself.

Suppose in a way, they understood each other like that.

House didn’t react much to the kiss. You gave a lot of those, so. He didn’t say anything though, so that was either a good indication or a bad indication. 50/50, who knows maybe you should flip a coin.

“Good day at the hospital?” You mumbled, slowly twirling the short strands on his head, coiling them around your fingers. House’s face visibly relaxed, only flexing and moving as he responded. “Oh, yeah, like Santa’s little workshop there. Bundle of joy, fun bright lights.” He muttered, eyes closing for a moment.

Everyone knew that his days were full of pain. He made sure everyone knew, actually. Always made sure that everyone had to be dragged down with him. With you though, he toned it down. Just a little bit.

Your hand caressed the side of his face, gliding down the rough surface and down his scraggly beard. Mindless shapes formed along his skin, his eyes trained on your face. Whether your face would contort the longer you looked at him. As if waiting for you to have a revelation of your own— that he wasn’t who you wanted to spend your time with. That’d you’d wake up soon. Wake up from the dream you seemed so content with, him in your lap and the carefulness of your gestures.

“Something on my face?” Your hand trailed back up to his cheekbone, before pinching the skin there. A smile on your face, for him. For a moment, he stayed silent. Lips that were once parted were now pursed into a tight line, furrow of his brows suggested that he was thinking again.

The longer you waited though, the lighter your touch became. As if you were drawing back. An end to a gentle moment.

“No,” his hands shot up, taking yours in his own. His eyes firm, before they would soften and close as he brought your hands to his face. “Keep it this way a little longer.” For once, not a quip. A moment of genuine love, one that came out of him thinking this was all but fleeting.

In reality, you hardly moved at all.

You were just going to shift, hopefully making him more comfortable if he had felt the position a little awkward. Instead he cradled your hands as if they were the one thing keeping him off his pills. Even just for a short amount of time. Your shoulders went lax, tilting your head as you gave a faint smile. “Okay.” Was all you said.

“I’d rather have you touch me than the old reliables here,” one of his hands let go, giving a bit of a jazzy shake as if to emphasize, “god knows I’ve touched myself enough. Your hands are softer.” You snorted.

“I don’t doubt it.”

[triptychofvoids]

art trade for @littleguyconnor !! spy come get your spy