#and how was you're weekend???

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[cozylittleartblog]

here comes the boy ~ hello boy ✨

cleaned up a couple of the vash doodles i did while learning to draw him :)

[dawnofiight]

The 2936287282822 alarms that is Asher Talbot

Vs

The one alarm that is Milo Greer

Vs

David Shaw who wakes up at the same time everyday automatically . No alarm.

Vs

I'll leave it up to God what time I wake up Darlin'

[starryluminary]

I would like to thank Sierra for 1: giving me the opportunity to draw Noah in a wedding dress and 2: not making me draw Cody's bangs for once in these edits. For that and that alone, thank you

Masterlist | Bonus (TBP)

DeaKids watermark, original screenshots and test sketches!

[silverview]

"I think we have got some sort of insight into it. Without just thinking, Oh, these people are mad. And they love something too much."

[sage-nebula]

It happened, as things so often did, like a bolt from the blue on one of Pacifica's rare days off from work at the diner.

It was the height of summer and so hellaciously hot, even for—no, especially for Oregon. Having lost access to the private pools and yachts after her father's investments into Cipher capital during Weirdmageddon four years prior, Pacifica found herself at the Gravity Falls community pool, lounging on a pool chair after layering SPF 50 on her skin, and silently telling herself over and over that it was always morally correct to block her parents' numbers on her days off, and that her father probably hadn't yet found where Pacifica's pet rescue opposum, Susanna, had hidden the bell yet, so there was no need to worry.

(Pacifica had rescued Susanna from the diner kitchen two summers ago, when she was fourteen. Susanna was technically a male oppossum, but something about him reminded Pacifica of Lazy Susan, so Susanna he was.)

But it was at that moment that deep laughter followed by a higher pitched "shut up!" and even more laughter from both voices broke through Pacifica's inner mantras. She opened her eyes to see that both of the Pines twins, having once again made their yearly visit to Gravity Falls, had also chosen to visit the pool that day.

Pacifica swallowed hard.

For all that she had tried to deny it even to herself in her tween and early teen years, by now Pacifica had long since accepted that she found Dipper Pines attractive. It was impossible not to, with the way he came back taller each summer, his shoulders increasingly more broad as he grew into the physique promised by his great uncles (or his Great Uncle Ford, anyway), a little stubble that he "forgot" to shave always left around his chin, and his sideburns. Oh, his sideburns. Pacifica hated how much she loved Dipper's sideburns. It was beyond cringe, and the only other living soul who would ever know about her crush was Susanna, but Pacifica Northwest did indeed have a crush on Dipper Pines. She knew, and accepted, this about herself.

But then, on that hellaciously hot summer day at the community pool, Mabel Pines took her sweater off right in front of Pacifica's eyes.

Mabel pulled her sweater up over her head, and it was as if time slowed down. Mabel's arms were just as toned and strong (if not maybe a little more toned, the way the sunlight hit her muscles) than Dipper's. She had been wearing a bikini under her sweater—a pink one decorated with stars that fit her perfectly—and her thousand watt smile revealed she'd finally gotten her braces off to reveal a set of dazzling teeth. And when she tugged her hair free from her ponytail, it swished around her in a cascade of long, brown waves.

Dipper had thrown his tanktop onto a pool chair, and Mabel followed suit, throwing her sweater and hair tie on top of Dipper's shirt. But as Dipper was in the middle of saying something (they were too far for Pacifica to hear clearly), Mabel whipped back around with devilish speed and shoved him straight in the pool.

Mabel laughed uproariously as Dipper came back up for air, sputtering water and shaking his sopping bangs from his eyes. But he was only off guard for a second, and Mabel's mirth kept her off hers for longer. Dipper grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers around Mabel's wrist, yanking her in headfirst after him. Just as Dipper had before her, Mabel resurfaced immediately, though she had to use both hands to shove her curtains of damp hair out of her face. But her smile was just as impish as Dipper's own, and within seconds they were splashing each other, shrieking and laughing as they caused the biggest ruckus the pool had seen all day.

And as she watched them play, the water making their skin glisten and their smiles making their eyes sparkle, Pacifica felt a swarm of butterflies in her gut and a flash of heat in her face that had nothing at all to do with the summer sun above. She curled in on herself in her pool chair, and tugged her sun hat down over her face.

"Oh no."

[bachirasbodyguard]

:x

[perelka-l]

I was rereading second half of DN this weekend and I swear to god I can't believe anime just skipped this particular plot.

Bc a) Mello has more active part in story and actually had his own way of using Near b) those two kinda cooperating is sexy as hell c) more Mogi bc Mogi is amazing

(I really like the Polish translation of this moment "He is manipulated but not necessarily with he notebook" which imho has slightly different connotations)

Also, this fucker doing this I love him so much the little bastard

And this

(also Near and Light just hating each other so much is so so entertaining, like honestly their dynamic is 👌)

[cuubism]

🖋️🖋️

slow burn, part 3 -

“What if,” Dream continued, softly, without dislodging Hob’s hand, “it does not get better? How, then, am I meant to restore things? I have agreed to this… period of rest, as you suggested, but—” “Hey, Dream?” Dream met his eyes again, and Hob raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s been two days.” Dream huffed, though Hob knew he had to concede Hob’s point. “That’s not even long enough for all of this—” he tapped Dream’s forehead— “to untangle. When’s the last time you took a break before this?” “Other than—” “I thought we already had the ‘being in prison doesn’t count as a break’ discussion.” Dream huffed a laugh, and Hob laughed, too, he couldn’t help it, it was so absurd. But Dream was smiling again, if faintly, and Hob took his face between both hands. “Hey,” he said, meeting his eyes. “Maybe try to enjoy it?”

send a 🖋️ and i'll add a line to my wip

[oceandiagonale]

I love them, they haven't seen each other in 3/4 of a year and they're still so full of spite for each other <3

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo in the garage ahead of the Hungarian Grand Prix | Sunday | Budapest | Rudy Carezzevoli

[walkingstackofbooks]

You know when you read back your writing and you're like man, this is actually good???

Editing the next bit of Garak in Vision Awry and I remember that scene as being fiendishly difficult to get through, at times every word feeling like a chore.

And now I'm like -- but this feels like Garak and Julian. it flows! It makes sense as a conversation! And yeah, there's no point to this really but I am just very excited to share it and hope other people might feel the same and just like... feelingsssss.

Also like every time I write Garak&Bashir I'm like "nope not again for a while this is too hard, not for me" and then reading it back I'm like "but i love them though this is so fun" and so... idk. i'm just rambling. But this has made me think I might actually try and continue that second Garashir prompt I have sitting in my drafts rather than carrying out my plan to post it as-is unfinished as a "no i'm sorry this isn't for me but i did try" thing...

[jakeperalta]

on my knees crying and begging for the uk railways to be renationalised... I can't keep living like this.......

[caninecowboy]

rapidly realizing i do not in fact like my sister at all.

[vandalizedheart]

a lil late night reminder: no matter how you choose to run your blog, or how you may write your muse, you have a place here. as long as you're having fun and finding joy through having a roleplay blog, that's all that matters in the end. <3

[binah-beloved]

You making your daily reports a bit personal, emotionally describing situations that arised. Sometimes adding little sketches. Something for Binah to look forward to.

she's confused at first, more than anything. why would you waste your time and energy on such a meaningless task? you could be doing something more productive, like resting, since you always seem to be exhausted

then she comes to appreciate the care you put into your reports, the strain of staying alive in the depths of the facility easing just slightly whenever you hand her the papers. the exclamation marks and doodles of the abnormalities and your coworkers bring the barest hints of a smile to her face, and that's enough to make you smile as well. she can almost hear your voice eagerly describing everything to her, the tips of her fingers trailing over the tiny stars you've drawn in one corner

and some days you're too worn out to even weave such small details into your reports, the expression and sketches being replaced with short sentences and curt words. you think nobody notices, but Binah visits you at the end of the day once everyone else has left, stepping up behind you and placing a careful hand on your shoulder. "You've done well," she whispers. "Rest." or if you fall asleep at your desk, you awaken to find a blanket has mysteriously found its way onto your shoulders, and a steaming hot cup of tea waits by your side