#It's summer holiday soon

[devasdiary]

vivent les mariés ! 💌💐

bonus: courfeyrac and enjolras being proud of marius

[anewp0tat0]

Black Butler Amino, Black Arts Magazine - Holiday Party

it doesn't quite look like a holiday party from here, but what I imagined as a humble little piece is~~ Ciel and Lizzy sneak away from the big bustling midford Christmas party and raid the kitchen desserts, like they did when they were kids(it was Lizzy's idea, Ciel clearly hasn't been himself since he returned, and she wanted to bring him back).

[rikunih]

Quick little monster sora sketch :3

[electricpurrs]

my worst problem with cultural clash online is that living in the southern hemisphere i just can't get in the correct seasonal feels. everybody out there is posting about autumn and cozy cold weather with orange leaves and sweaters and pumpkins. while for me its 96°F right now and i've been dreaming of going swimming every single day. i keep wanting to make like a tropical beachy-themed fursona but i just made my halloween-themed fursona. it doesnt fit THE MOOD!!

[asklovehandel]

happy anniversary!

[cable-salamdr]

Thank you to Here I Am for existing so that I can listen to it for at least 24 hours straight and begin planning out an Arin animatic in my head

[urfavhasavpd]

Simon Henriksson from Cry of Fear has AvPD!

i miss cry of fear

[eclairfair98]

“Oh, but you see, Kazansky,” the boy looks down at him and smiles. Engulfed by the honey-gold haze of a sharp summer sun, the sweetest, most reckless thing he’s ever seen. “I am dangerous!”

And there’s something about that smile, guilelessly fluttering across his flushed face like a hummingbird taking flight, that digs into Tom’s chest like the gentlest of knives. Cleaves its way between his ribs.

Fills his heart with light.

It’s strange, how quickly it all happens. How startlingly unremarkable it really is. How Tom takes a deep breath, lets the faint wisps of warm vanilla sugar trickle down his too-dry throat, closes his eyes, and just knows: he might’ve entered this quaint house in the middle of nowhere with a firm plan in mind to destroy any chances his father had of securing a betrothal (even if that meant stooping low-enough to make a thirteen-year-old cry) but hurting Pete Mitchell in any shape or form, wouldn’t sit right with his conscience.

Knows that there’s no reason why Mrs Mitchell should be so intent on finding her son a match at such short notice, especially when he’s so young. (Especially when she doesn’t seem like one of those parents that unfortunately, aren’t all that uncommon in the Navy: who think their omega children have little value beyond the connections they can help forge via bonding and marriage.)

Recognizes dire straits when they’re staring him in the face: the thinly-veiled distress in Mrs Mitchell’s dull green eyes; the worn dress shirt that’s almost two sizes too big for Pete — that he was probably supposed to grow into several months ago, but never did; the stale scent of grief and pain that clings to even the most carefully-polished surface of their home.

Finds himself thinking that maybe, it isn’t all that strange. Maybe, he could spend the rest of his life with this boy. Finding out what makes him smile. What makes him laugh. What is his favorite dream to dream.

In the end, it all comes down to this: Sometimes, you meet a person and it feels like you’ve known them your entire life. A quiet sense of belonging settles in your bones, and you realize you’d do anything to keep them happy and secure.

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A traditional drawing of Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks. She's in her red room outfit, screaming widely. It scrunches her face and she squints slightly with colourless eyes. Her body is hunched over and her arms spread outwards. A dark, heavy pencil is used for the lineart and shading. Bold colours surround and entomb her. Red and pink gravitates towards the background and her face, which is flushed with fury. Her lips are particularly bold. Meanwhile, her dress is purely stark black and bright blue. Her hair is kept mostly white. The background is a mess of red, purple, blue and black. The colours fade and blur together, scratchy in some areas, similarly to the central drawing of Laura.]

[ta-bajna-cerna-okybaca]

Everyone wish me luck, I'm defending my thesis and taking my bachelor's exams tomorrow 😔

[moonfromearth]

BFF Household pt. 2

What started as giving Liberty a second outfit so I could use her original hat turned into a BFF Household goes to Strangerville AU concept.

[invisiblesketches]

Summer treats :]

Here's some supercharged beach episode! They're having fun :]]

What they're eating:

Alex: blueberry ice cream

Angelo: churro

Leo: bubble tea

Damian: mango ice cream with charcoal cone

Mateo: strawberry slushy

[whispering-kavka]

i'm not mentally prepared for the end of summer i'm afraid

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

officially moved and, while my hands are incredibly sore and i pulled a back muscle so getting around or even sitting long-term is hell, i've noticed i'm not coughing tons anymore...

not sure what that's about, kinda worried about everyone back in the old place...

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

Today is DAY 15/16/18 (one of those) of SUMMER VACATION DEPRESSION SPIRAL.

Like an Olympic athlete I am at PEAK performance.

Perfect scores in Random Crying Jags, Short Term Memory Loss, Disassociating on the Couch, Time Loss is Relative, Shame & Self Loathing, and Social Phobias.

Though the professional organizations of mental health providers attempted to thwart my performance with articles, conference videos, meditations, and medications, I’m pleased to report they have all failed miserably to stop this mental crisis from thriving.

Daily training includes compulsory viewing of television series for 10-16 hour stretches, repeated napping, listless but distracting masturbation sessions, abstaining from showers until your hair hurts, and occasional bouts of random productivity that are instantly forgotten upon completion or abandoned halfway through.

Why are all these tabs open?

What day is it?

How come there are so many competitors in this sport on tumblr?

[jakemyboy]

Pre-bedtime snuggle on the big bed. 😊