#OUGH

[south-africa-official]

Official post of South Africa

Child laughing next to a three leg cooking pot. South Africa. | Scanned old postcard. ca. 1940s

[cozycitrus]

WORMMM REFFF SHEETTT WORMM REFFF SHEET COME GETTT ITTT 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Various Shit post under the cut

[diyasgarden]

head empty, no thoughts, just this shot

[danizmomota]

THREAT DETECTED. DEFENSE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.

oof, that’ll need repairing.

[hyperfocusthusly]

Also I’m not ready for the possibility of the “I really thought we were going to loose him this time” // “I can’t believe we actually lost him this time” parallel

[ilikerosesalot]

WILL I STOOOPPP ASSOCIATIONG VOCALOID SONGS WITH JAMBOUND OF ALL THINGS I CANNOT ANIMATED AND I HAVE VERY LIMITED TIME TO DRAW

[aut1smsge0rgs1lly]

jeezy boy they may use your name but they will never make me hate you

trans jesus for the W

also a link to the pose reference i basically traced over for this art thingy

you do not have to click this link if you dont want to, i just found and it and was like "i should draw trans jesus in this pose"

[shiny-eyed-corvid]

going absolutely feral over this collection of items that washed up on Cornish beaches Lego Lost At Sea on twitter

[egs-zs8-1]

[aomaoe]

deep in the trenches again.. so defeated my artblock with a tony

[honestlydarkprincess]

STOP ADDING AI TO THINGS. ILL MAKE THE PLAYLIST WITH MY MENTAL ILLNESS LIKE THE UNIVERSE INTENDED.

[fiogoria]

sadness and madness sadness and madness

[noodles-07]

god people have always been people. victorian noblewomen stubbed their toes and swore about it. medieval peasants ripped hangnails a little too hard and sucked on it to make it better. cavemen put kids on their shoulders so the kids could get their handprints up on the wall. someone in the 1760s played with their dog and someone in the 1340s dragged themself out of bed at some unholy hour of the morning to soothe a crying baby and someone in the 1550s stuck a flower behind their lovers ear. I'm gonna be sick people have always been people

[machveil]

Y/N: Simon what is that

Roommate!Simon, with a bite mark tattoo on his bicep: Thought it'd look cute :]

OUGH OUGH OH— RAAAHAHHA I’M BITING YOU BECAUSE YOU TRIGGERED MY BRAIN INTO OVERDRIV— [combusts]

Roommate!Simon Riley that has a couple days left before he can return to your shared apartment, return to you. the bite marks he came to base with have all healed and faded, his skin clear again - well, as clear as his skin can be. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he does mourn the loss of those imprints

Roommate!Simon Riley that feels utterly silly, they’re not— it’s not like they’re supposed to be permanent. but he adores them, knowing you had physically changed him for a brief period of time. he’s not usually one to get sentimental, not as though he has much to be sentimental over. you, however, reach that part if him, makes him… god, he hates the word, but he yearns to have a part of you with him

Roommate!Simon Riley that snaps upright in his bed the morning he’s leaving, eyes bleary but heart thumping. he feels like a moron for not thinking of it sooner - a tattoo. your teeth, your bite, permanently decorating his body. it’s not as good as the real thing, but it’s pretty damn close. as soon as he comes in through the door he’s waiting for you to nip, bite, mark him

Roommate!Simon Riley that steps out of the apartment, says he’s off to get something and’ll be back soon. you figure he’s off for groceries, maybe he needs to fill his tank up at a gas station. instead, Simon’s off to the local tattoo shop - his favorite, the one that’s made his arm a piece of art. a fresh bite from this morning prominently sitting just beneath his shoulder, he marches into the shop. when he comes home? to say you’re floored would be an understatement - still slick with tattoo jelly, Simon bites back a smile when you stare at the new addition to his tattoo sleeve