#Im gonna try my best

[solivagantingrebel]

the sheer amount of copium he needs to smoke to be fine being left alone,,,

[romagiago]

Lost in the sauce. Eating a single green apple and fancy cheese on the couch.. ough.. real irl wedding in a few weeks. Never kill yourself

[cartoonghosts]

its so interesting to be fronting again (hello im sunny) and compare my veiws with heart's... like we have similar levels of hyperempathy and worry and fear and anxiety but I have so much more hope that its a huge difference. Where he's stuck hating himself for mistakes that werent even his fault, I have the ability to look forwards and focus on hope and improvement and how lovely the singing birds are. Theres rosemary in my hair rn and I think everything is gonna get better

[driftagemixer]

Hi im. starting my grif hanahaki disease fic heres the introduction :3

grif never believed that when he and simmons were stationed at blood gulch, anything could get worse dealing with sarge. or until donut showed up. but the universe seems to have a knack for proving him wrong.

he thought that spending hours standing in the blinding sun and overwhelming heat was the worse thing that could happen to his body. until the universe proved him wrong, and he was crushed by a warthog.

he thought that dealing with simmons bitching about his smoking and eating habits and how he ungratefully destroyed his extremely gracious hand-me-down organs was the worst feeling he could manage. but again, the universe basked in the glory of proving him wrong.

grif thought that when he looked at simmons rambling about some random sci-fi show he's watched countless times over, he would think of how much of a nerd he was, and move on. he didnt expect the universe to prove him wrong this time. no, this time, the universe hit him almost as hard as that warthog.

so why now, when he looked at simmons, did he feel a smile creep on his face? why did he find himself actually listening to what this kiss-ass had to say? why did he find himself standing closer to him, or being more considerate of his driving, or not complaining as much to him when they were forced to guard the base? why did he find himself enjoying his company? why did he find himself staring at the ceiling after retiring to his bunk four hours early thinking about simmons? why did he find himself wishing he and simmons had a closer friendship?

why the hell did he wake up to coughing up blood and flowers?

[the-shy-wolf]

Humor is honestly the best coping mechanism, and I'm happy laughter is a thing that exists. Joy, laughter, and friendship are the greatest gifts to mankind. I love everyone in my life, and I'm going to try my damnest to hang on for those who are in it and have supported me. I'm sorry to everyone that I've been a depressed asshole for the last week. My brother wouldn't want me to be like this. I'm gonna do my damnest to become a better artist AND person. I'm tired of trying. I want to succeed. And I want every person who has ever told me I'm not "good enough" or "it's a waste of time" to cry when I do.

[videoworm]

Time to get a job :(

[solarbunzzz]

I FINISHED TRANSLATING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE PARANORMAL ORDER RPG RULEBOOK TO SPANISH o(-(

tomorrow i'll read it to check if i can find any mistakes or to see if i want to change anything

[imbeingtauntedbyachild]

I'm gonna draw a finished piece of tsukasa tenma everyday until my birthday, the countdown has officially started....16 days of tsukasa tenma...

[anemonet]

Technoblade....

[hiding-in-the-shadows]

Ive been a ghost the past few months but I’m back bitches

MOTIVATION… ASSEMBLE

(But like imagine it as ‘avengers assemble’ yknow that ok never mind)

[jestroer]

When the new hermit who is kind and fun and charismatic and extremely talented is also walking with his boobs out more often then not

ITS REDSCAPE WEEK EVERYBODY!!!!! ITS HERE!!!!

Day 1 - Season 4 & Crush

[nonranghaes]

it's silly, but...

"sorry, we aren't eating spicy food right now." soonyoung says it over the phone to mingyu who, from what you heard because the call is on speaker, is trying to pawn off leftovers to soonyoung. not you, because your wisdom teeth just came out, and it'll aggravate it now. you look up from your phone, your heart warm at the notion.

we. we aren't doing this. we are in this together. you think you might cry. soonyoung's already explaining it to him: you can't have it, so he won't eat it, either: not directly in front of you while you're missing it this much already. you think this means he might indulge himself if he goes out without you, but you don't mind that. hell, you really hope he does if that's what he wants.

mingyu laughs after a moment, after soonyoung has apologized a few too many times. "no, it's fine," he says. "i'll ask vernon. are they craving anything that i can make?"

soonyoung looks at you when he thinks you're not looking or listening. "um... i think anything soft is good. they're miserable right now. i think i'll have to let anything hot cool down first, but... i think they'd appreciate it."

mingyu lets out a hum of affirmation. "i'll pull something together and drop by."

you fight back a smile as you listen to soonyoung thank him more than a few times before saying he'll talk to him again later. he comes over, bottle of pills in hand, and sets them down on the coffee table so that he can move your legs and sit underneath them. he drops them back into your lap, still holding on.

"is it bothering you?" he gestures toward his jaw. "i can get you something to eat so you can take your medicine..."

"i love you."

he blinks a few times. "... huh?"

"you don't have to cut out the stuff you enjoy for me." you reach out, pinching his cheek a little. "i don't mind. i'm an adult."

he pouts a little. "i'm not cutting them out completely," he says, one hand squeezing your ankle a little. "just when i'm with you. it'd be mean to sit in front of you and eat anything i know you want." he's sheepish now, eyes drifting away from you. "i like sharing with you. so... whenever we eat together," he meets your gaze again, "i'll eat only things i know you hate. okay?"

despite the tiny way your jaw aches now, you lean in, pressing a quick peck against the corner of his lips. it's clumsy, but still just as sweet, and it sends him into giggles nonetheless as he leans in to pepper your face with kisses as gently as he can.

"we're in this together," he says when he pulls back. he extends his pinky, beaming at you more when it makes you smile. "okay? we're a team."

you just giggle through the pain and lock your pinky around his own, taking the chance to steal one more kiss from him.

[sunny-knight]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!!

WRONG TIMELINE, UNDYNE-

Saw this image, got the idea, and knew what I had to do.

Rare Undyne and Wingdings interaction! im curious of what she thinks of him with the little information she has, like he is technically her coworker, both being co-runners of the underground below KING ASGORE

And yet at meetings hes either a no show, or his brother is there on behalf of him (I assume, at least)

Either way I had fun making this cause ITS JUST SO FUNNYCDHHBDE and I adore Papyrus and Undynes relationship I really gotta draw something between em. ITS SO UNDERRATED! And a lot of the content I see is really flanderizing both of them so :(

Bonus non blurred version plus some work in progress’

This is why Wingdings doesn’t go outside much…

I wonder what hes thinking about

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[nonbinoclard]

a conversation on the coast (original fanfic + inspiration)

[gomzdrawfr]

content warning: blood

Loyal to a fault

bonus + other versions:

Bonus:

Alt:

the words on Ghost's body reads:

LOVE (level of violence)

it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)

Loyal Dog

Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)

this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me