#Light of my empty life

[otokowrecker]

Me any time Shou appears on my screen.

That's ma son! He makes me smile a lot.

[crescentfool]

my longest friend and companion

[and-corn]

11:49, december 2, 2019

[idiotdriftinginspace]

Another summer doodle :D

idk if somebody have done this already but one day the inspiration strucked me like a fright train and i had to draw it

i was THIS CLOSE to finishing it and posting before the second OH SO BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING trailer, oh well ¯_(ツ)_/¯

also the og bg is staying because:

1) i don't want to draw something else; and

2) i find it 1000 times funnier that they ended up in a prison van and that they were in school (hey guess what, now i have like 2 ideas for AU's-simply because of the unchaanged background...AND THE MOVIE ISN'T EVEN OUT YET)

Part 1 Part 3

og photo under cut:

[heycallmeplease]

Sylvia Plath

[vickysaurus-art]

A couple of days ago, we were talking in the discord about what Razor would do if, after a couple of skewerings, the Long Quiet simply didn’t come back to life any more. Someone replied very succinctly with that painting of Ivan the Terrible and his son, and I just had to draw it. So here she is, all alone in the empty cabin, cradling the one creature that brought her joy.

[glittergroovy]

[cent-scratchnsniff]

of where [ ] [ ] used to be

[tarmac-rat]

The Man Who Killed Jason Foreman

[wordspinning]

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[ratatatastic]

not a single braincell to be found amongst them not a single damn one

[eisenbrave]

"Cover them up slut" says Frieza.

close ups of the icons under the read more because i put too much effort into them

[seventh-district]

sometimes it’s late at night and you’re cleaning your room and you come across a few old black and white photos of a young girl and you stare at them for a long minute wondering how on earth they got lost in an old Kroger shopping bag with an unopened pack of cigarettes and a receipt dated 2017.

and you look at the girl in the pictures sat on the floor of someone’s home you don’t recognize, smiling and playing with a set of keys and a tiny part of you feels like it recognizes her but you aren’t sure.

and you flip the pictures over hoping to find some sort of annotation that would give you context and all you find is the year 1964 stamped in tiny font along the edge.

and you flip them back over and time stands still as you realize that the recognition you feel is because she looks so much like you once did and next thing you know your hands are sweating and shaking and you have to sit on the floor because you’re crying so hard because it hits you all at once that you’re looking at your mother.

[ganjamonster11]

she’s all i got and i don’t wanna be aloneee