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gentlebeard · 7 months
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If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again
For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube
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mschismosa · 3 months
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your yuri tgaa art is life changing
hi anon idk who you are but thank you from the bottom of my heart, ily, you've inspired me to draw today 🩷
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signanothername · 21 days
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OOOOHHHHH OH MY GOOODDDD /POS POS POS
I DID NOT EXPECT THIS AT ALL I HAVE THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE RN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS EEEEEEEE!!!!
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I literally don’t even know what to say this looks so good ugh your artstyle is so beautiful im HDHSHSHHSHS <333333333
Thank you sm for taking the time to draw this <3333
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Context for those who are wondering what the hell is going on dhhdhdhdh
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chunglesworth · 1 month
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Uhhm for requests,, who in dethklok do you imagine has the worst time during fathers day? Thankyou love your art <3
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I don’t think he was totally cools with it
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sugarpasteltmnt · 7 months
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I read all of tnv today and I am insane for it please take my offering (that only took me like 2 hours sorry I have a project I have a deadline for and I couldn’t sacrifice much more time)
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RIP Donnie in the back doing the family guy pose i love it so much LOOOOOOOOL
ALSO!!! PLEASE DO YOUR ASSIGNMENT FANFICS CAN WAIT!!!
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caycanteven · 6 months
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Careful! Don't get too flustered~
Commission for @ask-underpressure ! Thank you so much for letting me have so much fun with your UnderPressure!Sans!!! I am so glad I could get to bring them to life and fluster them up a bit~ Check out their blog if you want to learn more about their AU! Thank you again for your support, it was a pleasure and so were you! 🫶❤️ Version without text under the cut!
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yujeong · 1 month
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what do u think abt the difference between tonkla w korn & tonkla w win? i was so flabbergasted how dominating he is when he was doing it with win...... wonder how is that relevant to their roles with each other...... did he like win bcos he can toy him? like how he is when he's with korn? hmmmm
Anon, I lost my mind when the WinTonkla scene happened. I did NOT expect it to happen this fast, or like this, but it did and it was marvelous.
Mostly, I lovedlovedloved how the scene illuminated even further that Tonkla is pretending with Korn. By pretending I don't mean the love - because Tonkla does love him - but the whole act of the sweet nong with the high-pitched voice who's there to please Korn and help him calm down after a difficulty day.
His exaggerated acts and his true self are interwoven in a way that seems natural - you don't know where Tonkla ends and everything else begins, which is why the WinTonkla scene blew me away. He never pretended, he took control of the situation and made Win give him everything he wanted (except getting fucked raw, my poor boy was so mad).
We could argue Tonkla is the way he is with Win because he's grieving, but I don't think it matters. Tonkla clearly wants more from Korn, Tonkla clearly fakes some of his behavior with him, Tonkla clearly wants to be worshipped in bed, something he doesn't get with Korn, so he seeked the experience from Win, as well as his company, because my beautiful boy is so, so lonely.
I don't think he likes Win, not yet. I don't know if Sammon plans on making Tonkla fall in love with Win, but in my opinion he won't. Or at least, it won't be exactly love if it happens.
Whatever happens with them and Korn, I'm on board. I'm seated. I'm ready to be blown away and left devastated and in pain. I can't fucking wait.
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httpiastri · 2 months
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okkk idk if you're a logan girlie, but someone out there may be, so i'm just gonna put this out there: logan potential blindfold kink? Sorry for the 18+ stuff, but likeee... I've just seen the williams post where he and Alex are doing a challenge and it's only a pic with logan blindfolded like, no big deal, right? WRONG. It's revolutionary. To me, at least. Like thoughts are thoughting, y'know? I've always had a feeling abt this but now I'm like yaaa it makes sense. The yt video with the challenge hasn't come out as I'm writing this, but I still thought I'd share. Maybe you or anyone has an opinion? (Also, can I please be ❤️ anon if it's not already taken?)
aaaAAAA im not a logan girlie per se but i love him and i love love this 🥰 this picture did not leave me unaffected, let me tell you that.....
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i see him as someone who definitely would enjoy this? that blindfold kink is not very unlikely imo? and like i feel like it would go both ways, he would adore teasing you when you're blindfolded, like nothing major or super rough but just a little? and he would definitely like it if you took the initiative and did it to him... i feel like it could end up being a very giggly and soft moment, but still very exciting and arousing and hot?
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turnipoddity · 1 month
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hello!! (uhm this is my second anon thingy I don’t think you responded to one which is perfectly okay absolutely no pressure!! ^^)
uhm this is taking a lot of courage bc im super anxious when it comes to like talking/typing but I just wanted to say that I just respect you a ton, your art helped me in a lot of ways (I kinda mentioned this in the ask but I wanted to elaborate hope this isn’t odd ;-;) your art inspired me to get into saw, and an art school! so I just wanted to thank you and hope you’re doing well (sorry for the cringe…)
also uhm I have two questions
1. how do you draw Adam so good!?! (I love how you shade his hair especially!!)
2. how do you watch so many movies?
okay.. that’s all you don’t have to respond I just wanted to thank you, you’re so awesome,, (I hope this isn’t weird T_T p.s love ur Donnie Darko art too!)
Oh this one got a lil bit of a kick…
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TERRIBLY sorry i missed your message that time!! 😭 you have no idea how much this means to me, i’m SO SO HAPPY AND GLAD that i could help to inspire you (even a little bit) to get you into art school!! THAT IS SO AMAZING TO HEAR!!! You’ll def face some challenges but the fun never stops!! 🥰✨❤️ friends in art major are also some of the most hilarious people i’ve ever met—you’ll be having a great time!! ❤️✨
Okay now to answer your questions…
1. THANKS SO MUCH!!! GLAD YOU THINK SO 😭❤️❤️❤️ ive drawn him about 300 times now more or less… not always spot on granted but i guess practice is key😭 for the hair shading i just took inspirations from a lot of artists HAHA
2. This is clearly jobless behavior of me LMAOOO (in all seriousness i watch movies to unwind and relax… so they are what gets me through the day AHEJRJKFK)
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cedobols · 1 year
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I have a silly request/idea but before I say it, I just wanna tell you that your blog rocks my world. Your Martian art is scrumptious nom nom nom nom it is so wonderful and I smile every time it pops up on my feed ‼️💝🩷
Okay so: the "ah yes, my girlfriend and her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep" prompt but with Seb and Mark and Seb's 500 dollar five foot cinnamonroll plush.
xoxoxo love ur work 💕
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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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In the morning, Eddie wakes first.
Steve’s arm is draped across him, and from this angle, Eddie can see the dark bruise on his inner elbow—smaller now, much smaller. Barely the size of a penny. And his chest only stutters the slightest bit while he keeps breathing deeply.
Relief pours into Eddie’s veins. He dozes for a little while, until Steve’s fingers start to twitch against his hip bone; but when he glances at Steve’s face, he just looks like he’s dreaming. No nightmares.
If I could manage it, I’d make it so you’d only have good dreams forever.
“Your arm’s gonna fall asleep like that,” Eddie says softly, almost like he’s still dreaming, too. He moves Steve’s arm as gently as he can.
And though Steve hardly stirs, Eddie finds himself running his fingertip along Steve’s palm, just in case it helps him stay wrapped up in that warm, safe sleep…
Then he feels it. Stills.
There’s a tiny indentation on Steve’s lifeline.
And Eddie knows that it’ll just be a little nick in the skin, no doubt evidence of a past splinter being removed, like the one on his thumb.
But that doesn’t change the effect: that it seems like Steve’s lifeline stops, breaks off, only to start again further down his palm.
Eddie lets out a shaky chuckle. “How about that, huh?” he whispers, and he smiles when Steve gives a sleepy murmur, as if in answer.
There’s a few moments more of simply listening to Steve sleep, and it kind of feels like Eddie’s heartbeat has slowed to match his breathing again, timed to the steady rhythm of it.
And then there’s a little sniff, the lightest of sighs as Steve starts to wake up.
It feels like a gift to see, to know the subtle changes in his breathing, in his face, as he slowly rises out of sleep.
Steve just manages to open one eye, looks over at Eddie before it droops shut again with little resistance.
“Mm… no,” Steve says, both firm and drowsy.
Eddie smiles. “No?”
“No,” Steve confirms with a yawn. “Don’t wanna get up. Can’t think of a good enough reason to.”
“Me neither,” Eddie says, as Steve’s yawn quickly proves contagious.
At the sound of Eddie yawning, Steve smiles, too, eyes still closed. “Glad we’re in agreement.”
It’s only then that Eddie realises he’s still following the path of Steve’s lifeline, when Steve’s fingers briefly curl around his. Warm.
“So, what’s the plan? We staying here forever?”
Steve laughs, sounds a little more awake. “Yup. Objections?”
“Hmm… none. But, uh, Dustin might come and kill us, and then, like, donate our bodies to science.”
Steve snorts. “Oh, he would.” Then he suddenly starts to giggle.
“What?” Eddie grins as Steve just keeps going without an explanation. He prods him in the side. “What?”
“D-Dustin once—he—he asked me to—to—” Steve cracks up again, and when he speaks, Eddie has to really concentrate to make out the words. “To—put a d-demodog in the f-fridge.”
“A what in the what?”
“It was dead already!” Steve explains, spluttering, like that makes it at all more reasonable.
“Wait, did you actually do it? What the—”
“Hey, the little shit was persuasive!” Steve’s eyes open, sparkling with mirth. “He said it was a scientific discovery.”
“Oh my god, you two are dangerous together. Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying that.”
“I r-remember thinking—” Steve breaks off to laugh again, a spectacularly ugly cackle that sets Eddie off too, with the giddy sort of high that he used to believe only came from sleep deprived conversations at three in the morning. “There were—it was Joyce’s fridge and she had, um, these leftovers on one of the shelves, and I obviously tried not to touch them with the, uh… But this thing was big, man, I really just had to ram it in there and pray the door would shut—”
“Jesus Christ.”
“And, like, the woman’s a saint, she never brought it up, Eddie! She must’ve noticed, or I don’t know, maybe Jonathan opened the fridge first, or… I kinda forgot about it until Dustin’s mom had me over for dinner, and she was getting stuff out of the fridge, and I just thought oh, shit. I couldn’t stop wondering if they ate the leftovers, or if it was just tainted with, like, eau de demodog or—”
“Steve,” Eddie laughs, “that’s fucking disgusting.”
It takes a while for their giggles to stop; when one of them calms, the other seems to start again in response. The moment’s broken only when Steve unceremoniously elbows Eddie until he rolls off the couch.
“Move, I’ve gotta piss.”
From the floor, Eddie sighs dramatically. “Oh, there’s the legendary Harrington charm.”
And though the promise to stay there forever is gone, what remains is a light sensation in Eddie’s chest, a gentle fizziness, almost like cream soda; he thinks of I need some more time and a private I love you, and he knows that all of this isn’t going anywhere.
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Wayne buys a few cans of paint and sets them in front of Eddie before work, each one already opened.
“And you’re leaving me alone with them?” Eddie asks with overblown incredulity.
Wayne rolls his eyes. “At least one brush better be used by the time I get back.”
“But Wayne,” Eddie says, “I’ll create an eyesore.”
Wayne chuckles. “Oh, yeah, I’m countin’ on it.”
And through the joking, Eddie gets what he’s driving at.
When Wayne leaves for work, he picks the muted yellow that looks almost like it’s the exact shade he had in his old bedroom, and even just painting one wall helps make the room feel less… empty.
And it’s good, he thinks, that it’s not the same colour of paint. Very similar, but still different. It’s an odd balance to try and strike, to know that he misses the trailer, that a degree of familiarity is comforting, but that anything too close to the room’s appearance would set the hairs on the back of his neck on end, take him straight back to…
“It’s better,” he says to Steve on the phone, “it just still feels… kinda like a hotel, y’know?”
Steve hums. “Yeah. I think you just need time. Gotta mess it up a bit and stuff. Make it yours.” There’s the sound of a page turning and then he adds, putting on a TV presenter like voice, “Have you considered bright cushions?”
Eddie laughs. “No, Mr. Interior Design.”
“Robin’s parents gave me all these magazines. Like, too many, I think they’re using me just to clear out stuff. Seriously, I’m reading one from Spring 1979.”
There’s a very faint scoff, and then Eddie can practically hear Steve roll his eyes as he says,“Oh, Rob’s on the extension, so careful what you say.”
A much louder gasp. “I am not!”
“Hi, Robin.”
“Hello, Eddie Munson, light of my life, you’re just the man I wanted to speak to.”
“I’m also here,” Steve says.
“You see,” Robin presses on, “me and little Stevie here appear to have come to a stalemate, an impasse, if you will—”
“Oh my god—”
“And I know, Eddie Munson, that you’re a man of sense—”
“Oh sure, all my report cards say so.”
“—so you’ll agree with me that we should get takeout?”
“Rob, I’ve got a fridge full of—”
“So I’m a glorified tiebreaker?” Eddie says.
“Oh, you’re much more than that,” Robin says, tongue in cheek, “but right now, yeah, you are.”
“Hmm…” Eddie draws the sound out, grins as Steve and Robin make various hurry up noises. “Takeout.”
“Betrayed,” Steve says, “completely and utterly—”
“I knew there was a reason I liked you, Eddie,” Robin says. “Okay, I’m going, giddy up, boys, so I can order.”
“No, I’m ordering, you’re just gonna order a mountain of—and she’s gone. Uh, I’d better—you’re coming over soon, right, so I can order?”
Before Eddie heads out, he leaves a note for Wayne on the yellow paint can: At Steve’s. Made a start!
Robin lets him in, her hair damp from having a shower. Steve throws a takeout menu at him from where he’s sat on a stool by the downstairs phone.
“Tell me what you want, go wild.”
“Not too wild!” Robin calls from halfway up the stairs, running a towel through her hair. “Any order that comes with sides I disapprove of means you have five solid minutes of me judging you.”
“Thought I was the goddamn light of your life, Buckley.”
“I’m a fickle creature, Munson.”
“Okay kids,” Steve says, “pipe down so I can order.”
Robin opens her mouth, but Steve waves her off without looking.
“I already know what you want.”
Steve has actually already written it out on a notepad. Eddie scrawls his order underneath Robin’s, draws comically frowning cartoon faces at some of her choices; Steve chuckles mid-dialling of the number.
While Eddie hears a tinny voice on the other end repeating the order back, Steve suddenly breaks out into a smile.
“What?” Eddie mouths.
“Come here,” Steve mouths back.
Bemused, Eddie does.
And Steve swipes his thumb delicately across Eddie’s cheek, pulls back to reveal yellow paint.
“Can’t take you anywhere,” Steve says, eyes warm with fond amusement; and the feeling in Eddie’s chest glows like the sun.
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Favorite ice cream flavor?
Patroclus: Anything coffee flavored is my go to. Achilles on the other hand….
Achilles: Mint chocolate chip! It’s the best flavor and I will die on this hill.
Patroclus: Blegh
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basketobread · 7 months
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i’m sorry i just went through all of your art and reblogged. most of it. i am normal about your tavs 👍
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IM SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT THIS MADE ME SMILE SM THANK YOU
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smoosey · 1 year
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Unseasonable, for your prompts. <3
"It wasn't supposed to rain today," Obi-Wan comments, but in truth it's lovely, lovely, the midsummer rain light and cool and misty where they walk under the wide sweep of the stars, belly full, warm and tipsy and flushed and alive.
"We've had worse surprises," Cody says from beside him, and Obi-Wan laughs, because the Force is singing all around him, and Cody is beautiful in the rain, and there's something buoyant in his chest that makes him feel young again and quite in love with every star and raindrop, the wide galaxy and every soul that shines in the Light of the Force.
Cody's watching him laugh, eyes warm and dark, and then he's taking his hand, leading him into an alcove where Obi-Wan lets himself be sheltered by his heat. Obi-Wan raises his robe over them, and kisses him in a hallowed space, alone with Cody's smiling lips and reverent hands and his good, good heart.
(AKA: I saw this gif and lost by entire mind...)
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Hey how are you feeling?
I think I’m doing okay!! Cried for like an hour for no reason yesterday but I’m PRETTY sure that was after 9pm brain
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definitelynotshouting · 5 months
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Hey! Your Hunger AU has me Fucked Up and I was wondering if you have any more specifics on what (potentially) the Life Series might have been like? Plus any particular reactions of the Hermits afterwards (and Grian’s own feelings)? I know this has already been asked but please answer if you have any more/other details, this is the angst point point that my brain is Fixed On
Oh my gods okay first of all thank you so much for the kind words and your even kinder comment on ao3, it genuinely made my day when i saw it, it was so nice 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i took a screenshot and shoved it in the folder where i put all my other nice comments and now it is immortalized Forever ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
SECOND OF ALL this has been sitting in my askbox for way too long because i truly wanted to give like, a really nice thought-out and detailed reply to your question but alas after finishing chap 10 my brain is SOUP so thats,,, not happening anytime soon,,,, auaghh 😭😭😭😭😭 about all i can tell you are the broad strokes that in my head what happened was he sorta snapped mentally, asked people to join a secret game during the world's worst fugue state, fucked with their memory codes so they couldnt remember how or why they were on this unfamiliar server, and fed on their confusion and fear until things spiraled and the game had them truly believing their final deaths were permanent. Lifers' Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Vacation type beat 😭😭😭💀💀💀
As for reactions, i know each time they came back from the games they were VERY freaked out and traumatized, and for a few months afterward they'd feel incredibly paranoid until it tapered off back into normalcy, only for it to eventually happen again. Rinse and repeat
Grian's own feelings were pretty much a mix of horror, guilt, and disgust at himself-- but also a little bit of relief for being able to feed properly for once. Which, ofc, recycled itself right back into the disgust and shame. Mans was not having a good time over here either
Dksnksndke okay thats kinda all ive got for you rn, hopefully i can come back to this soon and give you a FAR more detailed rundown of what happened, how it happened, and how that impacted everything going on in canon, but for rn thats all ive got 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 CHEERS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVELY COMPLIMENTS!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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