#I LOVE THIS AHHHHHHHHHH

[bugfayce]

mouthwashing doodles...

no jimmy because i HATE HIM

EDIT: adding closeups under the cut cause i made the canvas too big lawl!!!

[peacheskoo]

It is almost 4am and I’m still here :D

[real-hot-grl-shi]

AHHHHH

I need more iida x reader but all my moots requests are closed AHHHHHGGHH I FRAD EVERUTJINF ON THE TAG I NEED 👹MŒŘË👹

LIKE LOOK AT HISJANAHAHAHAHAHAHA (AND THIS WAS OJLU IN SEASON THREE.)

[respectthepetty]

I'm being super quiet about the colors in the seventh episode of The On1y One.

Like the quietest. Sooooo quiet.

You don't even hear me.

[kyurochurro]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!!! my favorite season of the year is here so of course that means its time to draw spirk decorating a good ol classic christmas tree!! 🎄💫🎁✨ (spirkmas? spirkmas tree. yes) have a warm yuletide season yall >:)

(also yes ive been studying leyendecker HEHEH)

[spearxwind]

IT'S FINALLY DONE! :D Here's an 8 page comic of one of the very very beginning scenes of The Hollowridge Disaster: the moment Knife and Adri meet Dianne.

Having done this comic means a lot to me for a myriad of reasons, but the main ones are that I really wanted to get better at paneling and do more interesting texture work. And, this is also both a homage to my older HR comics, and my (successful!) attempt at getting back into making comics for this story, so it truly feels like I'm in my prime with it and it's finally somewhere that I am immensely proud of :] so please enjoy this scene in quite literally all it's glory!

[Disclaimer: this is a standalone scene (of a larger story), but it's not the beginning of a long form comic. Currently I have no plans of doing that, but I would like to do more of these short ones! ]

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

AHHHHHHHHHHH

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[thekrakenlolz]

Emily Engstler is heaven on eartthhhhh

And she's tall

And she's pretty

And she's tatted uppp

And she has a raspy voice

And she's even good with kids

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH I'M GOING INSANEEEE

[slutforpringles]

Daniel's special helmet for the Singapore GP

[starlingstalk]

Always reminded

You are not around but not because you ever left

Always reminded

If you want me to, I can walk home in the rain

I‘m so annoying about Weatherday. Come In is my favourite album of all time. I will relate everything and everyone to Come In. It‘s a masterpiece.

Had a lot of fun with texture brushes (as I do) and soft edges + building up the composition more freely.

Though now that I look at it, I kinda wish I‘d made it more clear that Nya is supposed to be confined to Kai‘s shadow. The placement of the shadow makes no sense in combination with the lighting though so I guess it for the better. TT

[joe-bastianich-is-a-cutie]

I'VE BEEN WAITING. FOR. YEARS!!!

SINCE 2015 I'VE BEEN PRAYING FOR THIS DAY TO COME AND NOW IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!! WE DID IT GUYS WE'VE REACHED THIS MOMENT HE FUCKING LAUGHED

[plistommy]

Billy taking King Steve’s ”crown” by fucking him silly at his house party and making him Billy’s bitch instead…

[chaosandstardust]

I haven't seen umbrella academy season 4 because I just don't want to but I'm seeing way too many people say things like "FIVE would never do that" and I'm sorry but LILA? Y'ALL THINK LILA WOULD?

That lady was tough, yes, but HOLY CRAP SHE LOVED DIEGO. SHE WAS SO SOFT WITH HIM. I DON'T MIND THEM HAVING MARRIAGE PROBLEMS BUT THE IDEA SHE'D CHEAT, MUCH LESS GO FOR FIVE OF ALL PEOPLE? FIVE KILLED HER PARENTS. THAT IS HOW THEY MET. AND SHE'S MOSTLY KNOWN HIM AS A 14 YEAR OLD. ITS JUST THE PINNACLE OF INSANITY HOW LITTLE I'VE SEEN PEOPLE DISCUSS LILA IN THIS.

THEY MASSACRED MY GIRL.

[hercarisntyours]

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 30!!

July 30th <3

Enter - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1275

First part Previous part

The night sky was a beautiful blossoming colour of dark blue, the stars shone almost as bright as James Potter's eyes right now. The constellations stood out in the sky, it was loud, busy, sweaty - everything Regulus hated. Whenever something got too much, Regulus would just tip his head to the sky and trace the flowing, sharp edged shapes through the sheet of ever dark silk.

Parties weren't exactly Regulus' forte, but there wasn't too many people here, and he knew most of them. Still, it didn't stop him from taking a few breaths, in and out, look up, breathe out.

He nursed a plastic cup of whatever soft drink had been spiked with vodka, he'd taken a cup to quench his thirst, but it smelled far too sweet and tasted like straight vodka with the amount that had been added.

There it is, he admired the sparkling orbs in the sky, the Leo constellation. His star was a part of it, the constellation took the form of a lion. Regal, fierce, brave and loving, people have always told him that the lion reflects his personality, but he's not so sure. A lion to him is sunny, protective, strong yet sweet, sharp yet soft. Doesn't that remind you of someone?

The thought dashed through his head, the singular mention of James that made his mind spiral and his leg bounce up and down as he leant against the cold, wooden wall outside the cabin.

One glimpse of that face, all he needed was that, just to see the brunettes face. On thought, he hadn't seem him in a while, he'd disappeared from the party about an hour ago. None of his friends seemed to notice, or even care. That set off a whole new string of worries in his head, one side of him hissed at him to stay put, to not worry so much, to act normal for once. What if James thinks he's being clingy, what if he's with a girl? Because of course Regulus just wasn't enough, he didn't quite meet the standards that someone had to hold to be with a man such as James Potter. 

The other side was screaming at him to go, to find him, to check on him and make sure his James was alright. The thought that he was hurt, pained, upset - anything that wiped that smile away from his gorgeous, light filled face - was something that clearly doesn't deserve to walk this earth.

He took a long swig from his drink, the burning in his throat taking away from the rotten flood that was his mind. Then he pushed himself away from the wall, placed the almost empty cup into one of his friends hands - he doesn't quite recall who - and shot off towards his cabin.

-

Within enter, he saw James curled up on the bed, book in hand and tired eyes. Normally he has so much energy, he always has smiling cheeks and crinkled, loving eyes. But now those eyes seemed to glaze lazily over the book, his cheeks no longer looking warm, Regulus always imagined they'd be warm under his icy fingers that would trace his skin with touch as light as a shivering ghost.

"James?" He shut the door with a quiet click behind him.

As if in an instant, James' tired eyes, which were now alight with curiosity, lifted up from his book - it was actually Regulus' book - oh god no. That was Regulus' book, the one he'd made notes in, his copy of 'The Song Of Achilles'. He'd made specific notes in the book about James, about how much Achilles reminded him of the brunette. When the two shared their first kiss in the book, the tear wrenching, forbidden, heart breaking love story, he could rant for hours about that is what he longed to have with James.

A sad, beautiful, tragic love affair.

He wanted to be graced with a happy ending, but knowing his luck, he'll get pushed to second choice, like he has been his entire life. 

Not quite good enough.

'He's half my soul as the poets say.' 

Is he though?

"How much of that have you read?" He managed to get out, surprised that he could even open his mouth in his mortified state. His feet stayed glued to the floor, still light enough to run if he felt the need to. He hovered there, staring at James with such fright in his eyes while the older boy only put the book down slowly and stood from the bed.

He never got an answer from James, the next few moments felt so fast, so quick, so blurred, yet the memory would be tattooed in it's full, beautiful, alluring details behind his wide eyes until the day that he goes to his grave.

Hot lips were pressed against his own parted ones, eyelashes fluttered against his concerningly hot cheeks, warm, raspy breaths broke through his ears and his eyes fluttered shut under the comfort of strong hands curling around his waist and tracing patterns into the bare skin of his waist with skilled fingers.

Regulus reached one hand into his very favourite brunette hair, weaving the soft hair through his almost trembling hands. His other hand came up to the boys now smiling face, oh thank the gods he was smiling, Regulus would burn the entire world down just to keep James looking at him. Just like that, all the time. His perfect hands, the hands that seemed to fit around Regulus' waist like that was their only purpose, to hold Regulus, to protect him, to keep him safe, to touch and feel and love and admire.

His face was warm, flushed and smiling under his sweet touch.

Oh.

He really was just made for Regulus, all of those long lost fantasies he ran over and over in his head came to be true and far better than he could've ever imagined. They really did fit together like jigsaw pieces, two very stark different pieces, yet they fit, and it worked ever so well. Everything was playing through his mind like a movie, everything finally worked his way, he finally got the one thing that he'd ever desired.

His hands looped around James' neck, pulling him closer into him as James' comforting, healing, safe scent surrounded him. The other boy steadied himself as he took a few steps forward, caging Regulus between slightly tattooed, tanned arms and the wooden surface behind his bag. 

Tongues collided, breaths mixed, hands fumbled and groans echoed. Both taking breaths for air, but keeping their hands on each other the entire time. One of James' hands always stayed planted on Regulus' waist, gripping onto it as if somebody was going to steal him, as if Regulus wasn't always his.

"I'm yours." Regulus reassured him with a quiet, low whisper.

That was all it took for James to moan, dipping his head back downwards to kiss Regulus, now rough and desperate, needy and lustful - and Regulus loved it. All of the sounds he made, all of the touches and the praise that spilled from James' mouth as they kept within inches of each other.

The same hands that he has always longed to touch him, hooked under his legs, lifting him from the floor as he automatically looped his legs around James' waist, kissing his neck and whispering every sinful thought he had into the other mans ear. While being pulled away from the door and towards the same bed that they would watch movies on every single night, he couldn't help but smile into James' lips as he released a hot, heavy breath.

All of those nights he longed for more, and now he finally had it.

Next and final part