#and a boy named Bye-Bye

[moeblob]

As I'm still waiting on a doctor and my phone battery is getting lower.... take some pen doodles o7

[unpaidnapper]

[vampirenoise]

happy 1st anniversary to THE pizza game of all time

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[dreamsb0u]

Doodle of this by @xpau-official (absolutely baller art btw)

Also I am absolutely balling rn ignore anything that looks funky my style is doing something

[bloodfin]

I personally think that Catholic-in-life Phantom Ghoul has the best curse alternatives. See below:

Stubs toe: "Lucifer's taint!"

Annoyed: "For the love of Satan's sack."

Angry or surprised: "Son of a six-winged-harlot!"

Disappointed: "You muppet."

Instead of the fuck word in pleasure, has been caught saying:

glorious

dazzling

sensational

Dew had to take 5 the first time Phantom called his cock splendiferous. Rain and Swiss wouldn't have believed him if they weren't in the room to hear it.

Will also unironically use movie/pop culture/vine references instead of expletives ie:

You hamster!

Eat my shorts -

Will never say christ, only Chrysler

You are ✨️StIlL A PiEcE oF gArBAgE✨️

You're killing me, Smalls. (Dew hates this in particular)

Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow.

Way to go, Paul. (Aether is so confused, no one in the entire ministry is named Paul)

[hiero-green]

unironic Sorry Boys art, im not sorry the zombie video tickled my funny and creative bone a lot

geolf and the sketchbook doodles i did before deciding i wasn’t satisfied

[raccoongrippers]

I painted again!

This took me what, 10, 15 minutes? Not a bad time.

And I think that I actually really enjoy this one.

That's it not in the light, and then here's the one 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 the light so you can see how shiny I made it:

Still sorry for the ass photography, my hands are the least stable on this frickin earth, I swear.

The background actually wasn't supposed to turn out purple at all, fun fact. I'd actually just mixed black and sparkly white paint to make it, never expected it to come out that color. I mean, I'm not exactly complaining though, because I personally think that it looks nice.

.. I also had to use a frickin' skewer to paint on his mask because all those little details are insanely hard to do when I lost my pin-needle sized paintbrush. At least it turned out fine in the end.

Oh well.

Have a lovely day.❤

[starswirly]

[ * Happy pride month! Shout out to… the gays! ]

(Nightmare -> Jokublog, Killer -> rahafwabas)

[ * Goofy full picture— I like the Polaroid version better tbh ]

[cadygroves]

I was today years old when I realized that the lyrics "The ribbon on my wrist says 'do not open before Christmas" is about self harm

[moonchild-in-blue]

I can't believe Vessel played Childish Gambino. I'm-

[nicoscheer]

A bit of shirt shopping with Ellis

I can’t properly deal with the way he went from I to [] like he got BROAD

[lotus-lamps]

Just posting some quick doodles while i work on a friends commission

[moeblob]

There was a post I saw about someone who mutually ghosted a guy after a date and kept matching with him and they're not interested but it's the longest "relationship" the person had been in at that point and I'm like. Karen would mutually ghost someone.

She doesn't really tell Brent/Right/Evelyn/Chris his name (he has a double first name, Patrick is not his last name) and just refers to him as "My Guy". Like "Ah damn, My Guy matched again. End my suffering." And when she tries to explain it to Right who does NOT understand how it's different, her logical answer is "it's my God given right to ghost a polite man!"

Also I just imagine her confiding in Paul about Rick and he's like "is his name Patrick" and she's like "kinda". And after that, Paul calls him "Pattycakes" cause he's never even seen the guy so why not give him a funny little nickname. He's allowed to do so at this point probably.

[estrellami-1]

Steddie #80 😘😘😘

If you can, please tag @steddieas-shegoes so I’m more likely to see it ❤️

#80: “Teach me?”

@steddieas-shegoes as requested 😉 I hope you like it!

“I’m bored,” Steve mumbles, upside-down on Eddie’s bed, head hanging off the edge.

Eddie snorts. “You’re the one who came over here, Stevie-boy. Pretty sure that one’s on you.”

Steve groans, throwing his hands above his head. It exposes a strip of skin between his shirt and his shorts. His bellybutton is right smack-dab in the middle, and really, what else is Eddie meant to do?

He pokes it.

Steve yelps, flails, then glares at Eddie, who is silently dying of laughter. This is it, this is how he goes. Goodbye, cruel world, he sees the light.

Steve pushes him off the bed.

He chokes on an inhale, coughing. This is really how he goes. Much more likely, in any case.

He eventually gets ahold of himself and stops trying to hack up a lung. Or a kidney. It felt more like a kidney, he decides.

During his brush with death, Steve was looking around his room, unconcerned with the boyfriend he’d almost murdered. “Teach me,” he says suddenly, turning startling hazel eyes on Eddie.

Eddie blinks. “What?”

Steve points at his guitar excitedly. “Will you teach me?”

“You… want to learn how to play guitar?”

“Yeah.”

“…huh.” He considers it for a few moments, then nods and stands, looking around his room. “Where-” he mutters to himself for a moment, then gasps, snaps, and runs out of the room, throwing, “Don’t move!” Over his shoulder.

He returns shortly with an acoustic. Boyfriend or not, nobody is touching his precious.

Heh. Precious. He vaguely wonders how long it’ll take Steve to get annoyed at him for using a Gollum voice, then realizes he’s dating a reformed mean girl who can still out-bitch him, and that he would probably get bored of the voice before Steve would get annoyed by it.

Then he realizes he’s been standing in the middle of his room staring at Steve. Oops. “Here,” he grins, handing over the guitar before moving to grab his ring. Err, guitar. Honest mistake.

He sits across from Steve on his bed, grinning. “Okay. First things first, learning the parts. The three main parts are the head, the neck, and the body.” He touches each part as he says it. “On the head are the tuning pegs, which connect to strings, which connects to the bridge, all the way down here on the body. The vertical lines on the neck are called frets. Those are how you know where to put your fingers. You want to put them directly behind the next fret, which we’ll get to in a minute. Let’s go over the strings, okay?” He strums each of them, one at a time. “E, A, D, G, B, and E again.” He grins. “Guess how my Momma taught me to remember the names.” Steve raises an unsure eyebrow, which is a fair reaction. “Eddie ate dynamite, good-bye Eddie.”

“Eddie!” Steve splutters, laughing.

Eddie laughs back. “What? It’s what she taught me!”

Eventually they calm back down, and Eddie plays a chord. “Here. Copy my fingers.” Steve does, and Eddie has him strum, one string at a time. He nods. “That’s a D chord.”

Steve snickers. Eddie furrows his brows. “A dick-ord?” Steve asks, laughing loudly at Eddie’s entirely unamused face.

Really it’s an act. He’s trying his hardest to keep it together, to stay collected, the teacher.

He fails very quickly, joining Steve in laughter.

“That was terrible,” he informs his boyfriend, who really just looks proud at his terrible joke.

“You laughed too,” Steve reminds him.

Eddie considers this, then shrugs. “I’m terrible. We all knew that.”

Steve squawks in mock outrage. “Hey, that’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!”

Eddie collapses in giggles. “Babe,” he says, trying to school his features. He finally succeeds and looks, wide-eyed, at Steve. “You’re ridiculous.”

They both collapse in laughter again. Finally they calm down and Eddie does his best to teach Steve a few more chords.

Steve sighs at the end of their impromptu lesson. “I guess we’ll see how much of this sticks.”

“You’ll get it,” Eddie promises him. “It just takes practice, that’s all. And I’ll always be here for help if you want it.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” Steve murmurs, pressing a sweet kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

Steve keeps at it whenever he can, practicing until his callouses resemble those of his boyfriend, until he’s able to play any chord, until he’s able to pull Robin aside one day and ask her for a favor.

It takes time—a lot longer than it took Eddie, Steve’s sure—but eventually, he and Robin figure out a song. Chord by chord, note by note, they write it out in a way Steve can remember it. And chord by chord, note by note, Steve plays it until he is sure he gets it right.

It’s just in time, too; Eddie’s birthday is coming up. Steve practices every day leading up to it. At least once a day, more if he can manage it, until finally, the day arrives.

He drives over to Eddie’s house as soon as he’s sure he’s awake. “Happy birthday,” he tells his boyfriend, who beams and hugs him in thanks.

“So I do have a present for you,” Steve starts, “but it’s not something I can wrap. And I’m going to ask a huge favor of you.” He leads Eddie back to his bedroom, chuckling when he sees the look in his boyfriend’s eyes. “I know where your brain’s headed,” Steve chides. “That’s not it.” Eddie looks confused as Steve stops by his electric guitar. “I know no one touches your sweetheart,” Steve starts. “But I’m asking to. Just for four minutes, baby. I can do it without, but you know how different it’ll sound.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve. “What are you planning?”

Steve just smiles and mimes zipping his lips. Eddie smiles like he can’t help it, first just a little quirk of his lips, then all at once, shaking his head as he chuckles. “Alright. Four minutes,” Eddie teases.

Steve nods, suddenly nervous. He’s glad the song starts out slower; there’s no way he could rip out Master of Puppets right now.

Eddie must see his nerves, because he grasps Steve’s hands. “Hey,” he says, looking Steve in the eye. “Whatever it is, I’m gonna love it. Okay? Doesn’t matter what it is, how long it takes, if you mess up. I’m gonna love it. Okay?”

Steve takes a breath, looking into Eddie’s eyes. “Okay.” He nods, takes another deep breath, and begins.

The Last in Line starts off pretty easy, and the way Eddie’s eyes light up makes every second learning the song worth it, even with the minute amount of picking he’s doing.

“No fuckin’ way,” Eddie breathes, grinning at Steve. Steve grins back.

He has no idea.

Steve continues playing, starts to sing when he’s supposed to, and Eddie jumps off the bed, dancing around his room. “No fuckin’ way!” He exclaims, and still Steve just smiles.

He has no idea.

Finally, at around three minutes in, the part he was most excited to show Eddie begins. It requires all his concentration, so he only notices after the guitar solo that Eddie had crept closer to the bed and was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest, looking up at Steve with what can only be described as a besotted expression. He’s got the end of his sleeve in his mouth, and Steve knows him by now, knows he’s trying to keep calm, knows he doesn’t know what to do with his emotions and feelings. Steve isn’t sure he’s ever loved Eddie more.

Finally he finishes the song. Eddie doesn’t move, not until the guitar’s put away and Steve’s grabbing his hands. “I think you broke me, Stevie,” Eddie whispers, looking up at him with a wondering sort of expression. “You… you learned that? For me?”

Steve smiles and nods. “Robin helped a bunch. Like, it wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t helped.” He bites his lip. He’s sure he knows Eddie’s tells, but still, anxiety creeps up. “You- did. Did you like it?”

“Like it?” Eddie huffs an incredulous laugh. “I’m restraining myself because I think I might fuckin’ propose if I don’t. I- baby,” he says, so full of love that Steve tears up a little. “I’ve never had anyone put this much effort into me before. Well, besides Wayne. But I- you-” he shakes his head, lets out a wet chuckle. “Fuck. I love you. Fuckin’ hell, babe, I really think you broke me.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead to Steve’s shoulder, then lifts his head to bite gently at Steve’s shoulder.

Steve, who knows his boyfriend, who knows he bites when he gets overwhelmed, promptly falls even deeper in love with him. “I love you,” he offers softly. “And hey, don’t feel like you have to restrain yourself on my account.” He gently lifts Eddie’s chin, grinning wildly. “Proposal aside, I want to know how much you liked it.”

Eddie nips at his nose. “I can’t tell you,” he says honestly. “I don’t have the words.” An impish grin begins to grow. “But I might be able to show you.”

Steve grins back, wide and in love. “Show me.”

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[konohamaru-sensei]

children.

(Gray x Juvia - Natsu x Lucy - Lyon x OC Jellal x Erza - Gajeel x Levy - Laxus x OC)

[shaelzero]

*seen the movie, half asleep now*

.. echm..

I think they have the movie title wrong..

..it should have been Dreams.

Like, you know, the ones we see taken from people by Magnifico.. and let me explain why I think this concept make more sense, for what info they had given to us.

Exhibit a, the realistic ‘wish’.

You don’t WISH to inspire people. You know you can do it, but you also know, for people to listen to you, you’ll need to put your mind, heart and effort in the task. And even then, there are some who wouldn’t care. But you have to, because it’s you drive, it’s what you want, it’s what will make you feel whole. Your DREAM.

You don’t WISH to be the better artist/dress maker/baker, you work on your craft to get better and get results. In time, with effort and sacrifice, that will be worth your while when you finally grasp your DREAM.

If you decide to give away the will to do these things by yourself (things you CAN actually archieve as a normal human being) because you come to know there COULD be a easier way (by magically means) that effortlessly grant you the final prize..

..is not a WISH, is opportunistic laziness.

And maybe, (just maybe) you don’t really deserve to have that DREAM, since is not that precious to you that you feel the need to protect and fight for it, but instead you so easily decide to put it in someone else’s hands, (quite literally) given the chance, making THEM do the work.

Those are the realistic dreams, but there is another category: the unobtainable fantasy’s .

Exhibit b: to fly, you don’t WISH to fly.

We know, people give the ‘wish’ at 18 years of age, meaning you have awareness of being a human, with no magic, or anatomy feats for that to ever become a reality ( not has we see in the bubble anyway), no matter the effort you can put in it. As an adult you still could DREAM of flying.

A kid could wish to fly, because they are not yet grounded in reality so they could believe it could really happen if they have faith and be good enough.

Maybe a fairy, or a mage could grant that wish.. (but then there’s a fly on the wall and suddenly wish they could be a cat to catch it but it’s approaching bed time so now the wish changes again, now they could be a dragon to avoid bedtime.. and so on..)

I totally understand the need to put a minimum age limit.. it would have been a fucking nightmare.

But, to get to the point I’m making here:

most kids, don’t have yet the concept of what is potentially possible obtaining through effort and what is physically unarchievable, so they could WISH for literally anything.

But ALL the ‘wish’ given to Magnifico are from ADULTS.

And if we listen well, the movie tell us that he doesn’t takes just ‘the wish’ but that he takes a metaphisycal part too, from the people heart and then make the people forget about it..

The BETTER part of them allegedly, leaving them ‘sad and boring’…

(well just the protagonist’s friend, because NONE of any other citizen of Rosas EVER seems different from a normal person. In the first fucking song we see a rather happy living population lazing around town, dancing for the newly arrived tourists.. but I’m digressranting ).

My point is: even if you forget A wish, as important as it may have been to you, by forgetting it you become a clean slate.. and, as STUPIDLY pointed out IN THE MOVIE, during the ‘cringy q&a to make a distraction’ a peasant ask something on the line of ‘What if I develop another wish? Or I change my wish?”

If he took only A wish, these would be possibly things that could happen, to living thinking human, in years.

But, if you switch to what I’m suggesting , it suddenly clicks: no one in the entire movie use the word or concept of dream/dreams.( non that I can recall.. or in a meaningful way, but I could be wrong..).

I think that’s because..

.. people FORGOT they exist.

Because they can’t DREAM anymore.

Because the best part of they’r heart, the part that allows to conceive and create new dreams, was given willingly away.

And as Disney love, especially in this movie, the self references and to pay homage :

“ A WISH is a DREAM your heart makes..”

..Sound familiar to anyone?..

*drop to sleep*