#IT'S ALL ABOUT THEMMMMMM

[sincerealev]

Can you draw the treebros kissing? I want them kissing pwease 🥺

My favorite scene in DEH was when they kissed at the end and lived happily ever after (Here's some treebros kisses for your troubles 🫶)

The last one is a work on progress, but I wanted to post it :) I always get nervous about posting sketches/incomplete stuff ngl 😭

[odd-chips]

Here's a big post of some of my doodles of [Cap'n and crew] that I haven't posted yet! Couple are comics, couple are shitposts, you know how it goes.

(Also have some extra character tidbits beneath the cut!)

Cap'n (she/they) has become a Spongebob-adjacent "married to the job" type with sprinklings of "they are not immune to rose-tinted Company propaganda". Cartoonishly loyal to work, she's more upset about lying to the boss about her condition over actually becoming a monster on work time (though she isn't particularly a fan of being a monster, either).

Skeets (she/her) was already implied to be pretty optimistic and curious, but I've doubled down on this. She's constantly curious about entities and the state of her co-workers, asking questions and absorbing new information. She's also extremely lucky when it comes to encountering entities.

Mav (she/him), as implied by her nearly leaving Cap'n behind in the first comic, has become a "I won't hesitate, bitch" bitch. Split second decisions aren't an issue for her, she WILL shoot first and ask questions later. (She also now has a gambling addiction, haha. LOVES betting credits on things)

Kid (he/him) is now Irish. I will not elaborate. He's kind of literally the same otherwise. He's also in major inherited debt because of a Company-caused clerical error, but don't worry about it.

Uh. That's about it, I suppose!

[laserwalnut]

I have been a bit inactive on here… I’ve been fixated on my minecraft + warrior cat ocs LOL and idk how tumblr would react to my slop. But then again you all have taken my previous mulch very well. Does anybody here want gay illagers and intense kitty cat drama…Because if so I’m your GUY

[st4nth3m4n]

Soooo about that Stanley pines

oh my god stanley pines the man the myth the legend.

i am so obsessed with fictional family dynamics, and i love stanley for how complicated his is. never going home out of a desperate unachievable goal to make millions and to buy back the love he felt in his youth, waiting by payphones to catch a snippet of the voice a brother who (he thought) wanted nothing to do with him. it’s not pride stopping him from accepting help, but the fear of being rejected or abandoned if he reaches out when he hasn’t earned it…. MULLET STANLEY ID KILL FOR YOU

and he never had to earn it goddamn it!! the pines family love is unconditional!!!! the power of mabel AND dipper (because he’s pretty emotionally intelligent too!! They both just suffer from being preteens sometimes lol it happens) are like. Ideal Pines Family Love if that makes sense. I dunno!!! This grumpy old man with a heart of gold has stolen my heart ❤️ don’t even get me started with him and ford……. The miscommunication brothers make me wanna scream. They need and love each other so badly but had to spend so much time apart because they couldn’t understand each other at the most critical moments……. I AM TEARING AT THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE

[akascow]

theres so many good g3 dolls coming out next year and i cannot wait longer i need this to release NOWWWWW

[sieglinde-freud]

excuse the dogshit quality but loooook :)) they have unique idle sprites :333 unfortunately severas gameplay footage is in the enemy phase so they dont show if she has one and lucinas looks prettyyy normal but like. ohmmggoddd… theyre soooooo cuuuteeeeee!!

[justablah56]

every day I look into my inbox and see the like 25 unanswered asks and fuckign hell aether it's not weird to answer an ask after a while someone tell me it's not weird to answer an ask after a while

[hinamie]

listening 2 a ll!sif masterlist..... :(

[ultrakillingmyself]

Haha what a wonderful nice day I’m sure nothing sad and miserable and sad gets posted today hahahahahaahahaa

LOOKS AT ADRIFT CHAPTER COUNT

[1975-to-1989]

It's album release day and my dash is so quiet 😭😭 have all the US swifties who stayed up finally gone to bed?

[krems-chair]

I'm missing the Inquisition nerds today.

I loved slogging through hours of the Hinterlands only for Solas to pop up with another burst of energy to be like "actually if you think about it wolves are exactly as dangerous as we force them to be."

I loved coming back from a mission and having Dorian chucking books over his shoulder (I assume Solas is running around beneath like the Lilo and Stitch sandwich game to catch them all) because he's so mad none of them have what his diligent researcher brain seeks.

I loved Cassandra having an encyclopedic knowledge of fine literature (that's fine *wink* literature to you) and delighting in getting new chapters amidst the impending end of the world.

And then ofc shout out to Bull, Cullen, Dorian, Leliana, and Solas for apparently all being chess fiends.

Their hands were bloodied, their minds were sharp, their hearts were dedicated to the cause, and I miss themmmmmm.

[rebornofstars]

im losing my hinges.... not even kiddign abt those 10 open gdocs tabs. count them w me: yestermorrow, briar rose bg, the cursebreaker, the princess of everytihng (workign title), primordials, strawberry, sepfember drabbles, king of hyrule ch2, shadow fic,,, before the rain stops,,,, helpppppppppppppppppppppp

its 8pm and i am just. sitting here flicking between my 10 open google docs tabs . sleepy but awake. filled w the burnign desire to achieve somthing but also indecision as to what .i have to get up early tmrw. i am not in wip heaven or hell but a secret third thing. wip purgatory

[spaceyaemonds]

anon said: omg please ramble more we love it, this is ur blog and we’re here for a reason. pls if you have anymore hc’s drop themmmmmm i beg

Also HARD AGREE on Shen like you got him to the T.

also just thought of something funny in regards to the residents (forgot McKay how can I forget my anklet queen). Imagine Reader’s birthday, coming to meet Jack who unfortunately got stuck on day shift and everyone kinda hears due to the busybody/gossip tribe and everyone throws her a happy birthday until someone who doesn’t know better (maybe a nosy patient)

“Nice Happy birthday, you look so great, how old are you?” (awkward conversation, i’m trying to find a way it’d come up naturally)

“I’m 24.”

Langdon (or Shen) chokes on the water (Iced coffee) he’s drinking. Robby looks away pretending a patient needs him.

Patient is like “oh huh” starts squinting at Jack

STOP OMG!!! i have not been able to stop thinking about this answering under the cut

okay so imagine she just had the baby, and jack got called in for a few hours since they ed is always short staffed and he’s really bummed that not only did he leave her alone with their infant, but it’s her birthday! he feels awful.

and reader, knowing he feels bad, decides to pack up their sweet little girl and see him for just a few minutes on her way to get dinner with some friends or something.

so she’s up there, and McKay found a birthday hat that she puts it on reader while everyone is cooing at the baby.

jack is fighting off telling them all to fuck off, especially when a regular patient walks over and is standing far too close to his lady and his baby as if he can’t see his arm around her waist.

“So it’s your birthday? How old are you?”

“24!” it comes out and she just has a big grin on her face, and the baby giggles.

langdon does, in fact, choke on his water, robby awkwardly coughs as he walks with a giggling dana.

The patient looks between her, the baby, jack, and jack’s arm around her waist, then back between her, jack, and the baby.

“24!?”

Jack’s eyes narrow at the man “get the fuck away from her,”

[coffinshaped]

I was gushing about CapoVib with friends yesterday and I just had to draw themmmmmm!!! If u wanna hear me ramble rq....

I just wanna talk about why i like this ship so much!!!

I mostly see them together post canon. In my insane delusional mind, I think that Vibiano could always see how truly insecure Capochin was under his confident ficade. He knows this man needs tender love and care, someone to love him the way he deserves to be loved. Someone who can reciprocate his devotion. I think Vibi is usually very self interested and doesnt go out of his way to make people feel good but, Capos different. He wants that man to feel good after all hes been through, he wants to build him up. So in their relationship, I think he'd be very loving and affectionate, No hollow compliments either, he means what he says and wants to make Capo feel loved and handsome! QvQ Capochin, I feel, may be reserved and probably pretty scared to give his heart to anyone else after Inspekta/Hector but again, in MY CRAZY FUCKED UP BRAIN, I think Vibi becomes someone he can trust bc they also have history together. Vibi knew Capo before Inspekta, before all the responsibility and before the tragedy. Vib also seems like he's level headed and laid back. Emotionally mature and nurturing (when he wants to be lol) so Capo can feel at ease with him for fuckin once in his life. He feels safe (he still has reservations tho, hector/inspekta rally fucked him up. He's got trust issues) and develops real feelings for Vibi. The have to take things slow at first, not defining their relationship for a while but once they find their footing and establish their relationship BABYYYYYYYY!!! They become the most obnoxious couple bc theyre both like "WERE SUCH HOT SHIT! YALL HOES CANT TAKE UUUSSSS!!!"

Anyways, rambling over LOL! I JUST LIKE THEM ALOT OKAY!!! I could say more, maybe another time :3c please forgive any poor grammar and lack of punctuation im not a writer lol

[ilovekittycats2]

Dirty Dishes

pairing: s. wilson x ex!widow!f!reader

a/n: hey lovely people!! this is set during and after the events of the last ep. of TFATWS (the party on the dock) i love sam so fricking much and im so sad that not a lot of ppl write for him. If you have any recs pleaseee send themmmmmm.

warnings: reader is described as female, has long enough hair to tuck behind ears, but i think thats it. mentions of alchohol and consuming alcohol. one kiss. very, very light cussing (shit, hell) NO USE OF Y/N

WC: 1.8k

masterlist

The early-summer sun reflects off the water, casting golden ripples that dance across the dock. The pitter-patter of children’s feet fills your ears. The dock is filled to the brim with people. Barbeques and grills hard at work, the smell of meat wafting through the air. Tables are everywhere, almost every single one is filled. 

People laughing, hugging, talking. AJ’s hanging off of Bucky’s arm while he chats with Sarah and another woman you don’t recognize. Cas is chasing after his friends, laughing brightly. People you don’t know surround you, and somehow you feel more at home than you ever have. You stand there for a moment, holding the bottle of wine you had brought weakly in one hand. 

Suddenly, he comes into vision. 

“You made it!” Sam exclaims loudly, opening his muscular arms as he approaches you.

 “I made it.” You say, smiling softly, then meeting him in the middle for a hug. It only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like some of the best few seconds of your life. 

“I can take that off your hands.” He smiles, gesturing to the bottle of wine you’d forgotten you were holding. “Thank you.” You smile back, handing it over. 

“C’mon, lemme introduce you to everyone.” He takes your hand, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and guiding you throughout the crowds. 

You’d never say it outloud, but you’ve been harboring a crush on Sam for a while now. It’s something about the way he talks, the way his arms look in tight t-shirts, his kindness, his strength. It's just something. 

He introduces you to almost every single person on the dock, then he leads you to the table where Bucky, AJ, Sarah and Cas are sitting, and offers you a seat. The night flies by. You talk, laugh, and eat until the sun is just about to set. 

Bucky and Sam are arguing jokingly about something, Cas and AJ are off chasing fireflies, and Sarah begins to clear the tables. Immediately, you jump to help her. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I got this.” She assures as she tries to stop you from grabbing the garbage bag and picking up, then throwing away, paper plates, and plastic forks. “Nonsense,” you hush, “You’ve done so much already, the least you can do is let me help.” She smiles, sighing. “If you insist.” She giggles, and you do too. 

Sam lingers near the porch, half-listening to Bucky gripe about mosquitoes, but his eyes are on you.You’re tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear as you carry a trash bag to the bin, laughing at something Sarah said. There’s a look on your face he doesn’t see often — peace. Maybe even hope. “You’re staring again,” Bucky mutters, nudging his elbow. “Am not.” 

“Are too.” Sam rolls his eyes playfully at that, before returning his focus to you. 

Most of the plates and utensils were disposable, but Sarah insisted that the family got the real stuff, which meant that Sarah and her boys, Bucky, Sam and you all got real silverware and plates. Once all of the other plates and utensils were dealt with, you wander back over to the table you’d been sitting at, and collect all the plates and silverware.

You gather the last of the real plates and silverware, balancing them carefully in your arms as you make your way up the worn wooden steps toward the house. The warm air inside smells faintly of lemon soap and the faint hum of the ceiling fan stirs the quiet comfort of home.

Passing Sam and Bucky near the doorway, you catch their playful bickering fading into smiles as they watch you.

Sam offers, “Need help carrying that?”

You shake your head, “I’ve got it.”

Inside, the sink is already filled with warm, soapy water. You roll up your sleeves and start washing, the repetitive motion calming after the chaos outside. From the living room, laughter bubbles up — Sarah and Bucky wrestling the boys into submission, while Cass and AJ shout and giggle.

The scrape of a chair announces Sam’s entrance into the kitchen. He steps close beside you. “Here,” he says, reaching for a towel.

“I’m good,” you answer, turning a plate over carefully.

“No way. I’m drying.”

You open your mouth to protest but see the determination in his eyes and let yourself relax.

He grabs a plate, drying it with deliberate care, then starts putting the dishes away in the cupboards and drawers.

His hand brushes against yours as he hands you a glass, a contact so fleeting you almost doubt it happened. Then, without meaning to, his hand settles gently on your hip to steady himself as he moves past you — a touch light as a feather but heavy with meaning.

You swallow the sudden lump in your throat but don’t pull away.

You continue working side by side, the kitchen quiet but for the clink of dishes and soft breaths.

At one point, your fingers brush again — this time holding just a heartbeat longer — and you both glance up, eyes locking for a moment that says everything neither wants to say aloud yet.

Sam offers a small, shy smile.

You return it, your heart beating just a little faster.

The dishes are finished, and you think your heart might burst. Sam reaches up into a cabinet, and grabs two wine glasses. He grabs your wine off the counter and pours each of you a glass. He hands it to you, and takes a sip of his own.

“Thank you. For this, for everything.” You remark softly. Sam’s eyes soften as he takes a slow sip, setting the glass gently on the counter beside you. The golden light from the kitchen window casts a warm glow on his face, making the moment feel almost sacred. 

“I’m sorry shit got so crazy, but you handled it like a champ. Like a captain.” You tease, giggling softly. "But I'm serious Sam. You deserve it. The title, the fame, all of it. I'm so proud of you." 

Sam’s smile grows, warm and a little shy beneath your teasing praise. He runs a hand over his hair, eyes never leaving yours.

“Thank you.” And the sincerity in his voice almost makes you shiver.

He pauses, then leans in just a fraction closer, voice dropping to a gentle murmur.

“I don’t know what I’d’ve done without you — and Bucky — these past few weeks. You kept me grounded.”

His fingers brush lightly against yours on the counter, the simple touch sending a spark that makes your breath catch.

“I’ll- we’ll always be here to keep you grounded Sammy.”

Sam’s eyes soften, a flicker of something tender and vulnerable crossing his face. He reaches out, fingers gently curling around yours on the counter, his touch steady and warm.

His voice drops just enough to pull your full attention, and the warmth in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he says, pausing as if searching for the right words.

You meet his gaze, curiosity and something softer swirling between you.

He takes a slow breath and continues, “These past weeks... fighting, surviving, coming back home — it made me realize how much you mean to me. More than I ever expected.”

His hand finds yours again, fingers intertwining naturally.

“I don’t want to just be your teammate or your friend. I want to be… more.”

The room feels smaller, quieter, as if holding its breath for your answer.

You pull your hand gently from his, searching his eyes with a mix of caution and something like hope.

“I don’t know if you know what you’re asking for, Sam,” you say softly, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not just about us. There’s a past I carry — shadows I can’t just leave behind.”

Sam’s brows knit, but not with doubt — with understanding. He reaches for your hand again and doesn’t let go. If anything, he holds it a little tighter.

“I do,” he says softly. “I know you’ve been through hell. I know this isn’t easy for you — letting people in, trusting it’ll last. I’m not asking for perfection. I’m asking for real.”

You swallow hard, heart thudding behind your ribs. The instinct is to run — to protect yourself before the good things get taken away. But his voice is an anchor, steady and warm.

“I know what I’m asking for,” he repeats. “I’m asking for you. However much you’re willing to give.”

Your breath catches.

He’s still watching you—steady, unwavering, like he’s not going anywhere no matter how long it takes. Like he means every word.

So you take the step.

It’s small, just one shift closer, but it feels massive. Like crossing a line you’ve been standing on the edge of for weeks. Maybe longer.

You tilt your chin up just slightly. Sam leans in at the same time—slow, patient, like he’s giving you every second to change your mind.

You don’t.

Your lips meet softly—no heat, no urgency, just quiet certainty. His hand moves to your cheek, warm and sure, and you melt into it without hesitation.

When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, both of you smiling—quiet, breathless smiles that feel like home. Sam’s thumb brushes your cheek, and he chuckles under his breath.

“Been wantin’ to do that for a while,” he murmurs.

You’re about to answer—something equally soft, maybe something smart—when the kitchen door bursts open.

“Well, it’s about damn time!” Bucky’s voice rings out like a gunshot, and you jump apart instinctively.

Sarah follows right behind him, arms crossed, grinning like she won the lottery. “I told you they’d end up kissing before dessert.”

Cass and AJ barrel in after, gasping dramatically.

“Ewwwwwwwwww!” Cass shrieks.

“Uncle Sam, you kissed her?!” AJ gapes, delighted and disgusted at once.

Sam groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Y’all don’t knock anymore?”

Bucky claps him on the back with a smirk. “Why would we? This is the best show we’ve had all week.”

You hide your face in your hands, laughter bubbling up despite the embarrassment. Sam’s laughing too, shoulders shaking as he pulls you lightly to his side.

Sarah starts waving her hands dramatically. “Alright, alright—back outside. No more traumatizing Uncle Sam with your dramatics.”

“He traumatized us!” Cass yells as he runs off, laughing.

Amid the noise, your eyes meet Sam’s again. He winks. You smile. The teasing doesn’t matter. Not really. Because under it all, there’s something real.

As the chaos swirls around you, Bucky leans in close enough that only Sam can hear. “You’re welcome,” he mutters. Sam snorts. “For what?” “For pushing you to tell her, dumbass.”

And just like that, the kitchen is full of voices and teasing and warmth—the kind that only comes from family. The kind that tells you you’re right where you belong.

[s0ckh3adstudios]

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Clover and Flo sibling moment real

@s0ckh3adstudios drew some wonderful art of my older Clover design with their Integrity OC and I simply had to contribute! Their sibling dynamic is everything to me.

Some bonus doodles from practicing drawing Flo and thinking about their hilarious dynamic.