#again. kinda ig

[curiositypolling]

pls reblog for sample size etc

follow for more occasional useless polls

[ragingbullmode]

please... understand my vision.....

[icantdothistodaybruh]

What a terribly dull ending this is.

[l3viat8an]

*points at ur pussy* are u gonna finish that? *tummy growls really loud*

[elizakai]

ew

saw this on pinterest and just redrew it💀

[risibledeer]

ATLA x Hermitcraft (+empires and life in the future)

i think it would be kinda cool if Scar uses his earthbending to move around

joel maybe a part of the royal family? he just kinda gives off those vibes

etho and gem have to be siblings i mean c'mon

any suggestions for the other hermits/lifers/emporers and their bending would be appreciated! - i've put more of the au in the comments if you'd like to see it!

[plaguedpriest]

been listening to the panty & stocking ost these days :7

[linkneol091]

TV GIRL NUZIS!!!!!!!! ( i made this one easy but on one single layer so uhm took a long time)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

secret wars secret love you will ALWAYS be famous

bonus:

[milkamel]

(TW/CW: Violence, Blood, Skeletons making out)

A little break from fluff, here's some complicated-relationship (kinda toxic) Kross XD Killer didn't take Cross joining Stars lightly 💔

Don't repeat this, stabbing someone isn't a romantic gesture at all lol

Cross belongs to jakei Dream belongs to jokublog Killer belongs to rahafwabas

[dreamersdwell]

Shapes and colors...

[monkayy]

[piowasthere]

MOON SANS! ! !

MOON SANS! :D

fun fact abt me - i'm into speedrun challenges and the more broken the more entertaining they r. SB being ofc the king of that.

so ever since TVA Moon-man i can't get the connection of him and Sans out of my head Moon is literally Fnaf's (post SB era at least) Sans - change my mind.

he knows abt the timeline and protects it, arguably has the most AU's and an entire fandom just for the char alone.

he is sanbs.

[sempegzrd]

>:Þ

[girlsdads]

Max shows up on the Monday following the worst week of Daniel’s life with two dirt bikes in the back of a truck like he’s Bella from fucking Twilight.

He’d said as much that Thursday, a text that read simply: I’m coming to Perth. Daniel’s phone has been on Do Not Disturb since Singapore, but Max’s message had flashed bright in his peripheral vision as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to ignore the gnawing pit in his gut. Daniel had pictured Max tapping Notify Anyway with the tip of his index finger, T-rex style.

He hadn’t known how to say Please don’t make this harder, hadn’t had the courage to say I need you here, so he’d sent back: Ok.

And now he’s sat here on the porch in the same baggy t-shirt he’s been wearing for days—discolored sweat stains and all—watching Max back a pickup truck down the dirt driveway. He can’t remember the last time he saw Max behind the wheel of something like this, sturdy and substantial. It feels like a first, a brand new thing for only this version of himself—Max Verstappen driving a truck.

Max smoothly pulls into a full stop, the ignition rumbles then dies. Daniel’s bare feet hit the dirt before Max even opens the door, a feeling that can only be relief blooming inside his chest. He’d said he would come, and he did, steadfast through it all.

Max is wearing travel clothes, basketball shorts and a hoodie, ankle socks and a pair of slides that look more like shower shoes than sandals. He looks tired, like he’d texted Daniel on Thursday and hasn’t slept since. Daniel knows he’s looking pretty shit himself, knows he’s been wallowing a bit hard, sue him. Still Max smiles like Daniel’s the best thing he’s ever seen.

It chokes him up just the same as the first time, almost a decade ago. That clogged-up cotton-y feeling in his throat is love, probably always has been—he’s not too chickenshit to admit it to himself now, after everything. The realization feels precious.

“Hiya, Maxy.” Daniel feels like he hasn’t spoken in years. His voice wobbles, stupidly. He’s squinting against the sun and the hot sting of tears. Max reaches for him.

All of his metaphorical strings cut, he falls into the soft bulk of Max’s chest. The gasping breath he takes as he presses his whole face against the crook of Max’s neck and shoulder feels like his first in a long, long time. Underneath the smell of sweat is the familiar clean scent of Max’s jet cabin. Daniel inhales and inhales, letting it fill his lungs like life support.

Max’s arms around him is the only homecoming he ever needed.

[knataa]

*come out of the darkness* hey I'm back *goes back into the darkness*