#Me and ur sweater

[anyas-art]

HAPPY CONAN GRAY DAYYYYY

[anya-xoxo]

HAPPY CONAN GRAY DAYYYYY

[stemmmm]

if you havent read my wife's gf fanfic WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!

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[comically-blu]

Turns out time is flying way too FAST that I forgot Imma be 20 now LOL

to celebrate my birthday, have a colored sketch ft my fav pairs of twins getting a slice out of one of my favorite cakes, strawberry shortcake 🍰

[inmyheaddd]

i still remember the third of december

[chimeowrical]

The ugly sweaters are a FAMILY AFFAIR now

[milf-n-dilf-dippin-dots]

I want to petition for a nero redesign

[mueritos]

happy new meow almost forgot to post my updated fursona ^-^ also drew my bfs fursona, we are cat x dog yaoi!! honestly i started drawing my fursona in an effort to break art block and feel better about my body so that helped lol oh and i played so much viva piñata last week and thats it yahoo!!

[eliza-the-hunted]

Ok I'm gonna cringepost about Dale real quick, so avert your eyes.

*Coughs*

I WANNA STEAL DALE'S SWEATER SO BAD!!!! I love the idea of stealing his sweater. I'm the dreaded clothes stealer. I am also into smells. I wonder what Dale smells like?? You know how fanfic writers always describe what someone smells like? Yeah, well, what do you think Dale's scent would be? I wanna be...ironic, and say he has a citrus smell mixed with that new money smell (fresh pressed paper??).

Anyways...I'm that gremlin. I'm the gremlin who steals sweaters and just takes a big sniff and falls asleep with it.

He can keep his boots...but his sweater is MINE. >:)

[mandiemegatron]

@votaeto SPOILED ME YET AGAIN WITH THIS GORGEOUS PIECE FOR WINNING HER GIVEAWAY AND I AM 😭😭😭😭 SO BLESSED 😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you from bottom of my heart Vota, you have literally put the biggest grin on my face today and I just can't thank you enough 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖 I love this so much, I love YOU my lil peach thank you thank you thank you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[dhmis-autism]

atp most of my red guy human design is to like. prove a point

[shitouttabuck]

wip wednesday

tagged by @transboybuckley and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove <3

hello this is a bit from near the start of my christmas fic (it’s preceded by 600 words of fighting? why have i started a christmas fic with fighting? how festive)

Buck’s been avoiding him for most of this 48-hour. Which is fine, because Eddie’s still pissed about the way he ran back into that house on the verge of a flashover for that little girl’s alarmingly geriatric greyhound, but sucks, because Eddie and Chris are leaving for ten days of Christmas holidays in El Paso tomorrow morning. Without Buck. So every minute Buck about-turns and ducks behind the rig like maybe if he can’t see Eddie, there’s no way Eddie can see his long-ass legs poking out from under, is one less minute Eddie gets to have him this year. Eddie’d kissed him behind the engine, soot-stained and grubby after delivering the skinny dog safely to her owner, before stepping back and shoving him in the chest. “As if Chris doesn’t have enough parental trauma associated with Christmas-time,” he’d hissed. “What the fuck would I have told him?” Buck had scowled back, face one giant smudge of ash when he replied, “Don’t worry, I’d have had plenty of time to heal up before I saw you next year.” And Eddie didn’t know what to say to that, because he asked Buck to come to Texas with them, of course he fucking did, but Buck said no, over and over, because he was going to spend Christmas with Maddie and Chim and Jee. That’s not stopped him from acting incredibly weird about it. Of course I wanna spend the holidays with my sister, Eds, Christmas has always been our thing, he’d say, and in the next breath snipe, yeah, well, it’s not like you could be gone for any longer than you already are. It’s driving Eddie up the fucking wall, because he doesn’t know what Buck wants and all Eddie wants is to make Buck feel happy and loved during a time of year that’s notoriously difficult for people who come from unhappy families, but he can’t do anything unless Buck tells him what’s got his sweet overthinking brain in this miserable tangle.

barely wrote anything new but i DID do some gross real life tasks i’d been putting off which hopefully means now i actually have time for this without the looming guilt of ignoring shit i should be doing! sexy

tagging beloveds @onward--upward @rewritetheending @housewifebuck @try-set-me-on-fire @eddiebabygirldiaz @jeeyuns @athenagranted @anakinfallen @chronicowboy @zahlibeth @buckactuallys @eowon @devirnis

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i am not immune to launchpad sol and albin thoughts

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What am I supposed to do with the information that David wears flannels

[postaldouche]

once knew a guy who headcanoned dean venture as postal dude and tbh i kinda nodded and went "ok girl" when he first brought it up but now that he's gone it kinda grew on me

idk i kinda see it his reasoning was something about dean running away after college bc of the hank stuff and some fucked up self loathing and becoming his worst self or whatever it's a little lost on me but they vaguely look alike so i'm all for it maybe you freaks can see something that i can't whatever whatever :3

[visceravalentines]

I know we've reached critical mass with my the passenger obsession bc I'm at the point of thinking my favorite thing about the movie is the hopefulness scattered throughout. the way Randy hopes again and again that Benson won't hurt him and might actually help him. the way Benson hopes he really might be able to save this kid from himself. the point they reach where, just for a little bit, they both hope they have more time. the hopefulness of Randy trying to do the right thing, trying to save everybody. the hope of a little kid who wants to be a giraffe someday. the hardest part of the movie is when everything becomes bleak but it tries, at the very end, to be hopeful again. maybe Randy can still live for both of them, which is all Benson ever hoped for in the first place.