#I’m kinda insecure

[sunnythedawg]

Waterfall

[bellwethers]

I just wanted to draw a little kimono inspired painted lady

[twinstxrs]

there’s something so personal about the scene in fantasy high s1e7 where gorgug calls himself stupid & fabian, who up to that point had basically entirely been acting like the bad kids (especially gorgug) were beneath him & had also been the one calling ragh stupid two lines ago, instantly says “okay, do not put yourself down like that. don’t you dare do that to yourself.” like it was obvious he liked the bad kids at that point but the instinct to protect his friends manifesting as an immediate strong refusal of gorgug’s self-deprecating talk kills me. that boy loves his friends so bad oh my god i feel sick.

[javierduffy]

DO IT. WRITE THE JOHN X KIERAN FIC AND I WILL READ IT TRUST

ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR

happy new year to you as well :] !!! i hope it’s filled with fun and love and light !!!!!!!

WAUGH THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT 💔💔 now idk about a full fic but uuhhmmm i can offer you some silly doodles ? hopefully i’ll have the energy to draw/write them for real soon 😭

and of course the 3rd boyfriend

[colezy]

I got to play my flute on stage the other day at my alma mater ��� I haven’t been back since the year I graduated and I haven’t played in so long in general…it made me spiral a bit, because it reminded me how my life feels meaningless without music, and I’m inspired to make playing a priority in my life again. 🖤

anyway here was my fit 😎

[pessimisticprincess]

anyone in the market for a chunky gremlin wife/baby momma

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[butchrindou]

when i don’t see ran in outfits like these when she’s out of that sweater i feel like popping a blood vessel. She would not wear frilly skirts and stuff that’s cropped she wants to look expensive!!!!

[clockwork-ashes]

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[edwinisms]

tragic that if he were to go to the beach or something edwin would probably wear a whole modest chest to knee length vintage swimsuit because damn that boy is made for 5” inseam fruity little swim shorts

[ravenlilyrose]

A soulmates universe where the Doctor and the Master aren’t soulmates, but this only makes them more twisted up in each other.

[valewritessss]

I need more fanfics where Annabeth is tall but still lets Percy take care of her💔

[chasing-clovers]

what are you working onnn 😊🥰

ahahahaha. aha.

well thank you for asking anon!! <3

so the funny thing with this story is like. i'm incapable of sticking to the Plot. it was initially supposed to be a post nfc championship angst fest for jayden and malik... which it still IS, but also snippets from the entire playoff run. since malik was basically there the entire time and i just. he. they. GOSHHH

i considered being really evil about it and basing it on 'A Pearl" by Mitski. yk. jayden reeling. emotional unavailability. hurt/no comfort. buuut i didn't have the heart to LMAO. to give you an idea tho:

Sorry, I don't want your touch It's not that I don't want you Sorry, I can't take your touch It's just that I fell in love with a war

anywayyyyy i'm not even entirely sure that malik was in detroit lol but everything else is pretty canon compliant. enjoy!

Jayden is buzzing. It’s not alcohol-induced, but it's reflective of his environment—electric and alive, a couple of his guys shoved into a corner booth at an eclectic little dive bar for old time’s sake. It’s the same steady vibration that’s been thrumming in his veins for the last few hours, since Jayden stood holding his breath on the sideline, looking on as the ball doinked in for a 37-yard game winner. The very first playoff win of his career. The place glows neon, multicolored lights strung along the walls and glinting off their sparkly silver chains like auroras. Jayden is slouched into the striped cushions of his seat, one arm slung lazily around Malik’s shoulders. He and Brian, the more fortunate bunch who don’t have to worry about their liquor consumption at the moment, toss back shots like they’re liquid gold in a glass. “Just one,” Brian says. “No,” Jayden repeats, for what feels like the millionth time tonight, “I can’t be drinkin’ during the season.” “Good thing it’s the postseason,” Brian quips. Jayden laughs, the sound short and pointed. “Yeah, for some of us.” Brian and Malik share an offended look. “Tsk, fuck you,” Malik says, pushing Jayden away in jest. Brian waves it off quickly enough. He’s back on his shit almost immediately. “One shot, Jay.” Jayden squints, but a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He can give in. Just a little. Just for tonight. He rolls his eyes. “Alright, you’re on."

...

Jayden feels wrecked. Bruised and bloodied and racked bone-deep with exhaustion after the highs of the game have dwindled away—after his mind and body have relinquished all hope of performing a miracle and given way to the pain. And when he stands in his presser, the words barely come, rasping in his throat like something he doesn’t recognize. But it’s no secret how they ended up here, why he now has to face the cameras knowing better than anyone that they’ve just blown it big. Turnovers, penalties, miscues. Lazy execution. The team had played like this wasn’t the most important game of the year, like this wasn’t the goddamn NFC Championship, like they didn’t have a chance to do something historic, like— Like they really were the underdogs. Like maybe they never really had a chance at all.

...

“You killed ‘em, Jay,” Malik says, shaking his padded shoulders like it’s the only way to make Jayden feel the gravity of it. He sways with the motion, stumbling back a step. “Stop,” Jayden groans, his smile big and bright, too proud to really pretend otherwise. Tonight was a fever dream. They’d walked into the lion’s den, literally, and now they were leaving victorious. A decisive 45-31 win on the road against the number one seed in the conference. Against the odds. “I know... this is pretty crazy, huh?” Malik doesn’t say anything, just pulls himself up, planting a kiss right on Jayden’s mouth. “Fucking wild,” he says, then kisses him again, this time on his cheek, right under the cut that’s beginning to heal over. “I can’t believe you.” Jayden raises an eyebrow. “You were doubtin’ us?” Malik slaps his chest, brushing the grass-stained burgundy of his jersey. He scoffs. “Nah, that’s not—you know that’s not what I mean.” “No?” Jayden laughs, low and amused. “What, then?” “Jayden,” Malik says, grabbing at Jayden’s still slightly sweat-slick forearms. His eyes are glittered with awe, his expression completely soft at the edges. “This is incredible.”

the hurt/comfort part has yet to be written, otherwise i'd include some. but who knows hmmm maybe it'll get done this weekend. i have tonight... and tmrw. not exactly thrilled about the sb matchup so maybe i'll lock in on this :)

[ninawolv3rina]

Kinda messy Young Fae sketch because uhhhhhhhhhh….

OC: Faedril “Fae” Silvarin (he/him)

[alaskan-wallflower]

sometimes i forget that people on here don’t know i’m visually impaired/legally blind, or that that’s even a thing with people with albinism (i’m actually like…blind. not in the “oh haha i’m like a bat, i can’t see the board!”, it’s the “i’m never going to be able to get a drivers license unless it’s extremely, extremely limited to daytime and two lane highways only, needs an iep, can’t read less than size 24 font without squinting, reads braille because my eyes get tired, can’t see snow/rainfall, can’t see 3d, can barely see my keyboard” kind of way) so when i try to make a blind joke it doesn’t hit as hard as it does if you know me irl. sigh.

[sorchathered]

Ok so I genuinely want to know, and because my fic writing life is ending soon I am feeling like now is a good time to just word vomit whatever I have always wanted to ask. Is there a reason I don’t get asks anymore? Like do I give off a bad vibe and yall just don’t want to talk to me? I’m asking the void obviously because I won’t get any asks for this I’m sure but it’s bothered me for a while. I used to get them all the time and no one ever sends any these days so I was just curious if I’m doing something to annoy people. And also my bpd and depression are crazzzy rn so I’m convinced everyone hates me. Probably will delete this tbh. 😂😂