#Throw me a bone

[puckinghischier]

happy devils and canucks gameday!!! 🥳🥳 (my two beanie clad captains will be out in full force, yet again i’m sure)

[rocknrollflames]

@izzy-stradlins-harem @greeneyezblackheart

P.S. I found these pics over the course of probably 10 or more months. I can't remember where I got every single one of them. Many I found, cropped, and posted previously. (The blue shirt pic is the one I found last year and cropped from a magazine scan. Hence the rough quality. Thank yous and credits to all who posted the pics before me. You made my life better. ♥️)

[favesgrave]

i wanna see lloyd's oni form again please please please pl-

[silvers-starrway]

So I'm having difficulty deciding what to name the fic for the mnemonic au I've been working on. Only gonna let this run for 1 day lol, any feedback is appreciated.

For those who don't know, the AU is based on Sonic Frontiers asking the question of what would happen if Shadow had been transported to the Starfall Islands. Sonic lands on Mnemosyne Island and is confused to find a digitized Shadow there. During their time on the island they learn about the nature of their relationship and about how hard it is to let go and trust. The fic features primarily QPR sonadow in an already established relationship with the story starting on the fourth island and going through to the end of the Final Horizon DLC. Hopefully the first chapter will be posted on August 5th!

[lordkingsmith]

It had gone smoothly, several people had stopped by. Dorothy simply to tap the beak of his chicken. "Dante let me know all about it when they stopped by." The ogre told Lennox, amusedly tapping at the beak of the black chicken as Berthilda contentedly clucked on the table. "Werewolf courtship eh? That's a high compliment. Good for you!"

"Th-thank you for letting me keep the chicken." Lennox had stuttered, a little cowed, and embarrassed. "And being so understanding." Dorothy had huffed a laugh.

"I owed Dante a favor, I'm just glad my little lady was given to capable hands. You'll be giving your suitor whatever favorite recipe of chicken is, when you meet her. But may want to be where you meet usually for the full moon, so you can return the favor and get the next hints."

"…sounds like you've had experience?"

"Ah, my first husband. A lovable scamp of a man named Ryker Howlett. A good, good man. He gave me a goat and daffodils. I gave him a goat and potato stew when I figured out who he was."

"First husband? What happened?"

Her eyes took on a distant look. "Full moon after a heavy rain, and a hunting accident. Was nobody's fault."

"I'm sorry." Lennox was, truly. He didn't know what else to say to keep it from getting stilted so asked "who's the second husband if I can ask?"

"Who was my second husband" Dorothy corrected, and laughed. "Dante. They were my second husband. Like I said; I owed them a favor." Dorothy cheerfully bought a few eggs as Lennox processed that in stunned silence.

Did I plan on Dante and Dorothy having been together? No. Do I want the two to get back together? Kinda, yea lol

Two couples getting together. A young love situation and an old flame resparking

[desastre-fag]

thinking about getting a leather jacket that actually fits me…. ive wanted one for ages but every one ive had before has been fem and too tight so am worried :(

[cyber-corp]

So, while you're in the "Afterburn" phase of reading homestuck, do you think you might want any reccomandations for webcomics kinda like it?

I think I’d be lying if I said no.

[stinastar]

This is what it feels like here lately 😢

The chirps are likes and reblogs on things I reblogged, the silence is everything else. Please like/comment/reblog my original posts, I am funny and desperate for attention 😂 Write tags, send asks. It’s so damn quiet in here these days.

Love you all. Hope you’re well.

[your-zipper-is-down]

THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ABOUT THE PHYSICAL EDITION.

They fixed all Tella's missing ponytails from chapter 147

[lovelettersfromkiki]

quick question for y'all, since i'm almost 30 and that makes me a dinosaur i guess-- what's the best website to use for uploading fanfiction? context being, some darker, bloodier, and borderline graphic fanfiction. where would i want that to go?

[linklurkin]

The least the pornbots could do is reblog shit occasionally 🙄

[geographerdose]

Give me a break, it’s a Virgo Moon™️

[fucking5sos]

i miss when the tour diaries had more clips and audio of them talking and interacting with each other instead of it just being basically a music video

[bearpillowmonster]

It just annoys me because I get back into the query game with some new submissions and a killer opening letter but then I remember just why it's so complicated. First you have everybody asking for different things, ten pages, three chapters, one chapter, all matters what house they're representing. Some want an attachment, some just want it sloppily pasted into the email itself. I don't get it but whatever, I make them all as a template and save them so I can send them no matter what they pick.

Now after choosing from the list of open agents, I go to the publishing website and I see "Well different people on our team require different things. Visit the individual on Their Publishers Market Profile for more." well...Ok, that's three websites in now but OK, I already had someone in mind! Let me navigate "Send your query here:" Ok but what format? What am I using? I don't care if you don't but I don't want to be docked because it isn't in freaking fourteen point Arial Black when it's just an email to tell you "Read this, please, do your job."

I already do the research to see what genres you're interested in and where you're from and what you do and I try to appeal to that, so please stop making it harder than it has to be. I get it's easy to thumb through when you see it all uniform or you want to see how well they follow directions but come on!

[lordkingsmith]

A full moon had come and gone since he'd woken up, and he had given the werewolf his favorite meat from when he was alive. It was something Nestor had kindly helped with given it was salmon. He'd also carefully made a flower necklace daisies to place on her head over her large fluffy head to rest along her shoulders. "So you don't have to worry about carrying them" he told her as she sniffed the flowers curiously. "Daisies. They were always my favorites when I was alive. I'm glad the purple ones still grow around here." He offered her a large glass bowl with a salmon swimming inside. "And I like salmon best-or I did. I don't need to eat anymore, at least not like that." The werewolf rubbed her head against his shoulder as she sat beside him. He ruffled her ears with a laugh.

"Thank you for the chicken." He said after a time, with honesty and gratitude. "She's lovely. She was just what I needed." His suitor huffed what he guessed was a laugh, resting her head in his lap.

"Knew that." She growled out, content in his lap. "Smelled sad."

"Did I? How about now?"

She raised her head to take a deep sniff of his chin before settling back down. "Content" she said, satisfied. "Good."

He had laughed, settling back as she curled more of herself into his lap. She was mammoth, a massive, complex and beautiful mix of human and wolf anatomy. Broad, intimidating, yet friendly. His first memory of really seeing her had been in a play position with her large feathery tail wagging. "Play?" She'd asked hopefully with his arm at her feet. "Play?"

Now, they simply sat with Lennox watching the stars and his friend dozing in his lap. She stirred after a time, stretched, trotted into the forest before presently trotting back with a bag in her mouth.

Lennox set up his booth while running finger bones along the contents of said bag, marveling at it all. Her hobby was painting. He now had to figure out an applicable hobby he had to offer her. He wasn't terribly worried nor was he terribly put off by the concept of trying out painting. A part of him had liked the concept, dabbling in water painting paint by numbers now and then. It wasn't a hobby he didn't understand, in other words. No what got him was the carefully wrapped picture she'd left in the beechwood box of paints and brushes for him.

She'd painted a portrait of him, too. She'd obviously watched him, seen him, long enough to paint from memory. If he still had tearducts, he was sure he would have cried from how tenderly the painting portrayed him as a subject sitting beside his own grave.

The two are ridiculously adorable together. She is friggin sweet with him. Now to figure out what his hobby is lol

[lookitseddie]

"how do you always end up making such terrible decisions?"

bro it's just ME here okay?? no one taught me how to do anything. no one isbfuckibg telling me whAT TO DO