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digital love 💓
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I know they at least know about one of them, it was definitely an interesting morning.
#perry the platypus#human perry the platypus#human perry#ask human perry#perry the human#phineas and ferb#heinz the ocelot#heinz doofenshmirtz#harry the hyena#karen the cat#maggie the macaw#sorry for the dealy now i have a full time job and i have still a long commission going on#love ya
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#dreamwastaken fanart#georgenotfound fanart#sapnap fanart#dream team#my art#get a nostalgia blast like I did#love ya
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"On April 3rd, 1998, when strawberries are delicious and cherry blossoms are beautiful, i [a spring child] was born" // "Plutarch writes that Persephone was identified with the spring season and Cicero calls her the seed of the fruits of the fields." —OF SEONGHWA & PERSEPHONE
#seonghwa#ateez#seonghwanet#atzsource#kpopccc#hanatonin#cheytermelon#blueberryshay#tuseral#forbelleseyes#jennahui#lunanuggets#heyfio#jonghomies#rintrack#usertheos#userbexrex#hwa🌷#ann.gfx#hip birthday ya! collection#happy birthday wife#love ya
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She’s in the kitchen, preparing making spaghetti for their dinner. The meat and sauce is cooking on low, it wasn’t going to be ready for at least another hour, and the noodles were set to the side to boil when the meat was really done. So she hums to herself, looking for rosemary seasonings in the cabinet, but her foot kicks a box, the one with 30 catnip that was delivered anonymously, and she looks over her shoulder at Logan’s closed room where he was taking his catnap.
*Logan is indeed asleep, though the smell of food will probably wake him up soon (she doesn't have long to decide whether to do it or not)*
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I’LL TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANNA GIVE ME!
#mitski#art#graphic design#be the cowboy#old friend#blue diner#girl. this thing took like a year off my life by crashing illustrator#i think it came out so nice though...#shoutout to pb for telling me to make some of the prices song times! n the oysters prompt#love ya#stuff i made
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sometimes you have to force your bhaalspawn into the bath, for the good of the Gate.
#stinky boy lives in the sewers#this is just a quick doodle#love ya#bg3#enver gortash#virgil acheron#durgetash#envirgil#durge#baldur's gate 3#my art
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Steve's never tried a weed brownie before.
Hasn't really wanted to, if he's honest, because the rag-weed shit he gets from Tommy all throughout high school is fine. Even though it's mostly shake and stems and seeds, and the bag Tommy puts it in always looks like it's been mauled by Scotty, his 15 year old schnauzer.
It has to be the same bag, Steve thinks, but maybe that's the 20 minute high talking.
So he's never tried a brownie.
But. Billy Hargrove comes into his life like a storm cloud. Black and gray with impending doom, snagging the air around him with little fish weights until everything is heavy. At first.
But. Then Steve makes him laugh once during a game of shirts and skins, and. It's like the belly of the thing has ripped open, y'know, and the streets of the thing flood with rainwater, and all that existed before is washed down some swallowing, insatiable gutter along with mulch and twigs and the shaky belief that Steve's straight.
They're friends and Steve watches Billy laugh and smile, feels all ten fingers against his chest when Billy shoves him, some sort of atomical reaction to Steve making him laugh, and.
Steve can't believe he ever thought Heaven was in Nancy Wheeler's pants.
--
So.
Billy Hargrove is the Earth after the flood, and the ark carrying everyone to safety. He's the animals inside and the God that sits, watching the world swallow itself.
He feeds things, to Steve.
Lines. You got a really pretty mouth, Harrington. You're smart, you know that? Not. Book smart, but street smart. Dirt road intelligent, I guess, in this shitty fuckin' Hickville hellscape--
Feeds Steve art. That's Samuel Baruch. He's my favorite. Look how he paints cloth, how he tracks the divets and the folds and the shadows. It's like a photo. It's like a window--
Steve makes Billy laugh when he says, "That lady kind of looks like you." Feels all ten fingers on his arm, pushing, when he says, "You'd look cute in a bonnet." Steve nearly falls over. Almost goes easy, but he doesn't.
Billy grabs him. Holds him as he smirks, "Where the fuck would I find a bonnet?"
Steve looks around the art hall, eyes wide and owlish, "Indiana?" He says, out there. In here. And.
Billy stares at him. He's the canvas and the lady in her bonnet, the divets and the folds and the shadows, the artist himself when he wets his thumb and sticks it in Steve's ear. "Dumbass," He says.
Steve finally gets everyone's thing about art.
He snaps a mental image of the afternoon and tries not to smother it in his hands.
--
So.
Steve. His eyes open, bit by bit. And what he finds is blinding. Like he fell asleep in the back of his mother's station wagon and awoke to the screaming light of high noon.
Billy's like the sun, longer Steve knows him. Storm clouds be damned.
Like. He talks about art. And he feeds lines and compliments for shits and giggles, never really noticing that Steve falls for it, a dumb catfish stuck on Billy's sharp, unforgiving hook.
He does all that but he smokes. Weed and cigarettes. He drinks.
He takes Steve to parties and says, "Ever try this before, Bambi?" But it's just Jack Daniels. But. Billy leaning with his elbow on the wall next to Steve's neck, close enough that he can smell Billy's sweat and cologne. He's smiling and his lips are cherry red, rio red, and.
He wants to roll in it.
So. He says, "No," Because, "I haven't."
It's the truth.
So Billy feeds it to him right out of the bottle. Makes him get on his knees. Slaps Steve's wrists away when he tries to hold the vessel himself, because.
Something's happening. Here. There.
Steve stares up at Billy through his eyelashes, trying not to go blind.
--
He blacks out and wakes up in the face of some bitch in a red bikini.
He's still drunk, so it takes him longer than it should to realize she's a poster tacked to somebody's, and he's not at home, and someone's snoring on the rug next to him.
Steve wiggles his toes. Fingers. Tries to remember what happened after Billy's hair caught the dining room lamplight but it's all a blur of sea stone eyes and bright white teeth and all ten fingers, rubbing at him while he threw up under the four way stop on Douglas Street.
Steve groans.
He rolls onto his side and tucks into himself and falls asleep, hoping Billy got home okay.
--
It's silver when a warm, flat palm shakes him alive. "You gotta go," Someone says, their voice rough like flannel bed sheets.
Steve blinks up, into the silver light, and sees Billy. Considers padding from the mattress to sleep inside of Billy's throat, where he'll be warm. It's a familiar urge. It's entirely new.
Steve aches. "What time--"
"--Just before five. My dad gets up early for work," Billy says, like that's supposed to mean castles are crumbing in their kingdom, but he's staring at something on Steve' face.
Really puts things into perspective, because maybe it's supposed to be an emergency. The first wisps of smoke from a forest fire, but Billy has bed head. And pillow lines on his face. And he's looking at Steve like there's something stuck in his throat.
Steve rubs at himself, trying to clear exhaustion and embarrassment. Really, just rubbing it into himself like lotion. "It's Saturday." He says.
"We're poor," Billy tells him, "My dad--"
"Where am I?"
Billy stares at him for a moment and then chuckles, shaking his head, "With me," He mutters.
Steve wants to curl into it like a cat.
--
He's rushed out of the room. He has to climb through the window while Billy keeps watch like a guard dog, and Steve lands on his ankle funny so it isn't until later when he's showered and hung over and falling onto his own mattress that he realizes Billy was in a panic.
That was Billy panicking, like Steve gets when his dad tells him to clean his room before he gets home from work, but Steve was full of concrete and wouldn't do it. Just like that, but worse.
Steve tosses and turns and tries to decipher what there was to be panicked about. Billy's room was clean.
Not just clean but spotless, like someone took a billow pad soaked in bleach and scrubbed every wall and baseboard until nothing remained except that bitch in her red bikini.
The only witness to Steve crawling out through an open window.
--
The more he thinks about it the more it feels like an episode of The Twilight Zone.
He combs through the memory of waking up in Billy's room. He tries to piece together hazy, half-baked image of beige carpet and the bookshelf and the little makeshift vanity that housed all of Billy's hair products.
Steve searches for a spot of the boy he knows. He calls Samuel Baruch's name and hears it shatter against empty, maroon-colored walls and the bikini girl's airbrushed rack.
He tries to envision a wayward sock, left out in the cold. A cup of water on the bedside table. Used tissues on the bedsheets.
Anything.
Steve blinks around his own room and wonders if clutter is a luxury only afforded to boys in houses paid by Monday through Friday workweeks.
He tries to imagine Billy in that room inside the house on Cherry Lane, happy, sleeping until noon in his own boyhood nest while his father gets ready for work.
It sits heavy in Steve's chest. A fairytale.
--
So.
Billy asks him during homeroom on Monday if he's ever had a weed brownie. Really, he scribbles it on a note and has Mary Sandoval stick it under Steve's elbow on her way to the bathroom.
Steve presses the note open on his desk until it's delicately wrinkled, mulling the question over in his mind. He spent the weekend driving himself crazy trying to come up with a reason to invite Billy over, a nook to slip into so he can ask the hard questions.
This could be it.
Steve peeks over his shoulder, flushing pink when Billy wags his tongue.
He has a black eye.
Steve snaps like a piece of rotted driftwood. He turns back to the note and scribbles no, but I'll try one if you have it. Has Mary take it back with her.
Figures. Billy should see his room. Steve should open his eyes.
--
"Why does it smell like that?"
"Like what, pretty boy?"
"Like. Gasoline."
Billy tilts his head back, laughter shooting like fireworks against Steve's ceiling, "It's just the dope. It's how it smells when you bake it into the--"
"--I don't like it."
"Why not?"
"I just think brownies are supposed to smell like chocolate," Steve says, handing the bag over with a wrinkled nose, "It's not a very appetizing smell."
"It's just weed."
"Weed smells gross, too."
"You don't like weed?"
"No, I just--"
"--We don't have to do the edibles if you don't want--"
"--I want to," Steve tells him. "Please." Instead of I'd do anything you asked me to. You're the influence my grandma warned me about. You're the lighter and the cigarette and the smoke in my lungs. Getting me high.
Billy nods, "Since you asked so nicely," and severs the baggy, tearing the first brownie in half.
"Woah," Steve says, embarrassed, "I know I've never had one before but I think I can do more than half."
"They're strong."
"I'm strong too," Steve says. When Billy blinks at him, confused, Steve flexes.
The noise Billy makes is like a duck getting run over by a clown car. It reverberates off the walls and Steve aches to stand and chase it. "You can always start out small and take more if you need to, hot rod."
Steve crosses his arms over his chest. "How strong are they?"
Billy shrugs, fiddling with the chewed plastic lip of the bag. "I kissed a boy on half," He says.
It's the first time since Billy came to town that he won't stretch to meet Steve's gaze.
Steve takes the bag from him and shoves the brownie into his mouth, coughing over the dry exterior.
"Easy, man, easy," Billy smacks him between the shoulder blades, grinning and rubbing his back once Steve swallows.
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Three birds being a menace
Jailed
#lobotomy corporation#my cosplay#punishing bird cosplay#big bird cosplay#judgment bird cosplay#lobotomy corporation cosplay#lc sephirah cosplay#who let punishing bird dual wield#lobotomy corporation gijinka#abno gijinka#punishing bird gijinka#judgment bird gijinka#big bird gijinka#i love con photos so much help#tsuru japan festival#it was a wild day#faust lcb cosplay#birds didn't even know that someone was taking that first picture#most of this was unstaged#thank you for great con everyone#love ya
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Nothing in my head but with Levi:
It had been a rough week, but it was finally Friday now, and you got off from work just to find your husband waiting for you at the lobby of your office. Levi cleared his Friday night for you, knowing that you had a difficult week at work. Although he was your superior, he never made you feel like you made it because of your relationship with him. But you were still his one and only love, he would move mountains and swim through oceans for you.
Levi's take out was sitting in the car, waiting for you. You gave him a hug before he ushered you into the car. You asked Levi about his meeting, he shrugged and said his staffs deserve a peaceful weekend. You talked about work in the car, describing your horrible day to your patient husband. Levi nodded and gave minimal comment here and there. After half an hour of whining, you reached home.
You ate the takeout with Levi on the dining table, listening and nodding to Levi as he talked about his day. His day seemed busy, more bullshit and headache compared to yours. And now you were regretting your overreaction in the car earlier. But Levi patted your head, saying "don't compare your day to mine, Y/n. Don't invalid your bad day just because you think my bad day is worse than yours. You had it rough too."
You nodded gratefully. Levi always knew how to make you feel better. You cleaned up after dinner and decided to take a quick shower together. Levi washed your hair, massaging your scalp to release your stress. You scrubbed Levi's back and gave him a quick massage on his shoulders and nape. Levi exhaled in relaxation when you untied his knot.
You were in bed early. You felt that your body grew heavier with each second as you lay in bed. Your eyelids were fighting to stay open but your brain was switching itself off. Levi had done his routine of checking the doors and windows. He locked the bedroom door and was ready to call it a day.
He chuckled to himself as he watched you struggling to stay awake. He swicthed the lights off and crawled into bed with you. You clumsily hang onto him, wiggling into your comfy position. Levi pulled the blanket that you accidentally slipped under your butt and draped it over you.
You swallowed and smacked your lips a few times. The heavy sleepiness washed over you, and you were drifting away. You felt Levi's soft lips kissing your opened mouth. You tried to pull yourself awake to kiss him back.
Levi chuckled softly, "sleep tight, Sleeping Beauty." And he pressed a strong, doting kiss on your cheek. You fell asleep with Levi's warm cheek on yours and his arms around you. What a good way to start the weekend.
#i just wanna write fluff#sorry to the anon with the smut request#its sitting in my draft i wrote it half way#love ya#levi ackerman fic#levi ackerman#levi fluff#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi heichou#levi x y/n#midnight thoughts#levi x you#aot x y/n#levi ackerman x you#levi thoughts#just levi#levi drabble
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haven't posted this on insta yet
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Adoring how you color– adoring your art style, i enjoy studying it!
And the way you draw Wallace, it's just so– *swoons*
Yall are just the sweetest… 🤍🤍🤍
I appreciate you all very much 🤍🥹
I don’t have a Wally pic, so have a sketch!
#ask answered#even if I haven’t responded#I do read everything you guys send#thank you 🤍#sketch#my art#clownillustrations#welcome home#love ya
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WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL THE DAMIEN FANFICS. WHY DID EVERYONE JUST PACK UP THEIR SHIT AND LEAVE OR LIKE DROP DEAD. WHERE ARE THEY. WHERE DID THEY GO. HIS BEARD?
PLEASE
someone
HELP
me
love ya!
#I’m ovulating#smosh#smosh x reader#xreader#damien haas#damien haas x reader#alex tran x reader#Smosh damien#Love ya
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Happy new year girls, boys, aliens and idiots.
Finally drawing the Bullworth ( idiots ) kings in towwwwwwnnnnn
#bully scholarship edition#bully#bully canis canem edit#bully fandom#jimmy hopkins#gary smith#pete kowalski#bully game#xdddd#love ya#have a nice day
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⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ !!!!JJK SPOILERS‼️‼️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️
now all jjk husbandos are officially dead 💀
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x reader#sukuna x reader#toji x reader#choso x reader#nanami x reader#geto x reader#rip#ill miss every single one of you#rest in hell my glorious king#love ya#jjk spoilers
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GFFC 2024
GFFC 2024 is coming to an end, I can’t for GFFC 2025 💗🫃
#best year cus of yalls#Love ya#bllk#blue lock#merlucide’s dearest <3#gf fc#girlfriend fc#gf cult#gfc
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