#and it’s almost morning now
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i love the fact that in mag142 jon became one of the entities he reads about. he is now a nightmare haunting innocent people i love that for him
no green eyes version he looks crazy here
#i got possessed and was drawing this for three hours#i think it was against my will#and it’s almost morning now#my art#the magnus archives#tma#fanart#tma fanart#the magnus archive fanart#tma podcast#jonathan sims#jon sims#the archivist
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hey can you guys watch them for a second
#xmen#xmen cartoon#xmen 92#cherik#erik magnus lehnsherr#charles xavier#professor x#magneto#snap sketches#this is so sketchy and Whatever HOWEVER. i needed to scratch that cherik itch this morning#been too long since i doodled them <- its been two days#IT'S THE WEEKEND THO SO NOW ILL GET MORE TIME TO DOODLE THEM YAAAAY#not todaty tho. unfortunately i am busy today so hence the quick doodle this morning#i just needed to see them ...#anyway im not looking at this for too long lest i acknowledge the ninety mistakes ok bye bye#ill cook up something better soon but this cute enough for now so we deal#i almost posted this to the wrong blog like my god i woulda thrown up
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eyebrows >:^(
#it was becoming a problem- that his subordinates can almost never tell what he's feeling cuz of the mask#(and that his tone of voice is always Very Monotonous)#so he asked Soap to draw him some eyebrows to stick on his mask (he has different ones for every emotion + they vary in thickness)#ok that's all for this morning! im gonna zonk out now!!#my art#2024#call of duty#call of duty: modern warfare#call of duty: modern warfare ii#call of duty: modern warfare iii#cod#cod mw#cod mwii#cod mwiii#modern warfare#mw#mw2#mw3#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#art#fanart#digital art#digital drawing#sketch#doodle#video games
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from mila13la' instagram - december 09, 2024
#i am honestly just doing this just to distract myself#it's almost two am and i can't stop crying because the eras tour is over lmaooo#and i think it's more because i was part of it after many years of being a swiftie you know?#like the first time she comes to mexico and i actually have the money to go and see her? the four fucking nights?#man now i can't stop thinking about those days#anyways sebas looks handsome and he's wearing the iconic red jacket#deleting this later#probably in the morning idk#sebastian stan#sebastianstanedit#sebstanedit#fysebastianstan#sstanedit#stansclan#gbbb#tw flashing#tw eyestrain
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It’s fascinating how little the US at large knew about Walz before this week, but at the same time… it makes sense. He wasn’t their governor. They haven’t seen the incredible work he’s done first-hand, and they haven’t had years to appreciate his authentic charm.
He’s never been a politician who sought out the limelight - everything Minnesota has done in this historic year of progressive legislation and policy has been relatively quiet. He’s not on the road jockeying for the latest sound byte on CNN or some podcast - he’s working to implement the policies people want. He’s tweeting about Mountain Dew. He’s at the state fair eating fried food and talking to his constituents. This is the governor we know. A man who cares deeply about the work he does and the people he represents, not the fame, not the clicks.
He’s genuine. Minnesotans know that. Now it’s time to sell that to the rest of the country.
#tim walz#Walz#almost every morning living here in MN is reading about a new victory in the news#for the people for the state for those most in need#I took it for granted and didn’t realize the rest of the country didn’t see it#MN is as close as you can get to utopia#and the DFL (dems) got a trifecta and Walz ran with it#but anyway it’s a double edged sword#the reason no one knew about him is good (he puts his head down and cares about doing his job)#but now it’s like… everyone’s got to drink from a firehouse#he’s done so much good it’s impossible to fit in a tweet (what most people can digest)#let’s keep the hype going yeah?#Harris Walz
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Good Morning, World.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#jiang yanli#jiang cheng#'Good Morning World' because to wwx the jiang household is what grounds him. It is his burrow and blanket.#The familiar soup and banter is his home. The familiar arguments and tension are also his home.#Notice how quickly he throws LWJ to the side once he has JC back in reach! 'He was so boring; I wish *you* were there!'#WWX is very quick to constantly remind himself that he fits within a very specific power structure and role.#He pushes boundaries but almost always only the boundaries that he knows he can push against.#Sitting here now and realizing that if WWX did take life more seriously and act more diligent he would totally usurp JC.#Because the contrast with Them (tm) is wwx is the one that gets in trouble and JC is the one that sticks to the rules.#That responsible appearance especially in contrast is the thin line that holds JC's self-esteem together.#And lets be fully honest. From JC's perspective the last week was also extremely intense and stressful.#It truly was a feat to travel so far so fast despite also being exhausted. Never knowing if it is all in vain.#JC said with his actions 'I would move mountains for you and dig through stone with my bare hands if it meant reaching you.'#and WWX said '[read]'#It's about wwx chronically asking 'why would someone care for me? I'm always tool to be used' than accepting that people love him.
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Walmart or smth Idk I wasn't paying attention
#Someone def already made this joke but idc#I also don't care that its almost 2 in the morning#I just HAD to get this out of my system#Im gonna go back to hibernation now#regretevator#regretevator art#regretevator fanart#mannequin mark#wallter#regretevator wallter#regretevator mannequin mark#Wallmark#roblox art#my art
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practice 🌤️🍂
#leafie draws#I almost gave up on this like 3 times lmaooo#I tried to capture the feeling of a chilly autumn morning#with some comfy overgrown nature vibes lol#I wanna play harvest moon now
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That’s the power oooooooof love! [x]
#spn fanart#good omens#Ofmd#good omens fanart#Ofmd fanart#supernatural#destiel#wiggleart#I had this silly idea this morning when I saw the original doodle I did getting some notes#and I almost put hiiiiiighwayyy toooo the dannger zone! because of a news story#I saw this morning about top gun#but then I remembered Baby is a delorean now lmao#so I did the power of love song pfft#sloppy coloring but I didn’t wanna spend too long on this#bc I got other art obligations
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The Hawaiian language doesn't attach gender to pronouns, but it does have a complex set of relational pronouns, so you can use a particular pronoun to note for example "all of us (except for that guy)"
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#aw don't exclude that guy what did he do?#this is fascinating it's almost three in the morning and I'm staring at a wall and marveling how languages work#answered#anonymous#I don't know if you're just sharing a cool fact or if you speak Hawaiian yourself anon#but either way it launched me back into another Hawaii-related rabbit hole that I really can't afford right now#I've been having this slow burn interest in Hawaiian history/nature/indigenous culture since I was a kid#and I don't mean to sound silly but I just love the way the language sounds it's so melodic and dense and instantly recognizable#zapped with free serotonin whenever it gets mentioned anywhere
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Wait i dont get the english breakfast thing sorry
Oh angel, that’s a super secret code meant to unlock even the gelid hearts of people like me.
English Colazione ♥️♥️
Or maybe he meant he’s having his English husband for breakfast. I don’t know, ask Louis 😭
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Edit (only to have all the complete compilation in a single post):
Harry has a “colazione” (breakfast in Italian) tattoo on his thigh. @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk ‘s post described it after the AIW BTS.
Here’s Harry fonding because Louis mentions missing English Breakfast on tour. (Thanks @louansue for the gif addition! I’ll search for the video when I get home)
And this is Louis in 2023 :) curious how his having the first English breakfast of his US leg coincidentally when Harry’s tour ended just 6 days ago.
Very funny, very coincidental.
I swear, these two!
#english colazione#good morning everyone have a nice day#tr anon bestie you got problems with concept of time? lmao#the fact that he will spotted in london LATER doesn’t mean he can’t be anywhere else NOW#i know… FANTASTIC CONCEPT lmao#you’re so unserious <3 i almost got tears in my eyes for how endearing your delusion is#casella di posta numero 32
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tries to sleep, fails, gets melancholy, copes by writing purple turtle fic donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated t, 1.6k. insomnia, friends to.... friends, (were you ever just friends? are you something more? what is love if not friendship shifted an inch to the left?), yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning—
Donatello is sleeping.
Hefting a fatigued sigh, you hover in the doorway to his bedroom for a moment. Staring at his face, taking it in. He’s gotten unfairly handsome as the years have gone by. Beautiful, even. Pretty angles, sharp defined lines, dark seductive eyes. Like this, unmasked, slack in sleep, it’s free for you to look as much as you want. More than you can during the day. A little secret thing just for your own heart’s keeping.
…Best friends shouldn’t want to stare at each other like this, you think with an ache.
It’s late. You can’t sleep. Lying down has provided nothing but racing thoughts you can’t quiet. Things to do tomorrow. Things to say when you see someone. Things to write down if you can hold them until the morning. Things, things, things. So many things in your head, ten thousand little voices like little snowflakes in your skull. Each small, powerless; but together, a force too mighty to outrun.
And Donnie is sleeping. Normally he’s awake. Fiddling, poking, prodding, studying, twisting, cracking, bending. Available to draw you into sleep. Always soothing, petting your hair, cooing at you until you drift off at last to the dulcet sounds of his low rumbles.
But not tonight. Tonight he sleeps, pretty in his sheets even as he’s all sprawled out and drooling. Cute. He’s cute. He’s cute and close enough to touch but so, so far away that you know you never will. Not like that. Not like that.
It’s late. You can’t sleep.
Slowly, not wanting to wake him, infuriated with yourself just at the thought that you’d risked it by lingering as long as you have, you peel away from his door frame and sneak into the living room. The couch greets you again. Inviting, soft. It smells like turtle ass. Popcorn. Movie night. It smells like family, like home. Scratchy beneath your cheek. You’ve been meaning to get them some new pillows. The way Mikey had laughed so hard he’d snorted his drink. Leo’s squawk when it got all over him. The weight of Donnie’s arm on your shoulder when he’d leaned on you while laughing until he got the hiccups. His cologne, new, smells nice. You should tell him tomorrow.
(You can’t tell him. There’s no way for a best friend to look at the other with pupils shaped like hearts and be the same. You can’t tell him.)
Heavily, you sigh. It’s late. You can’t sleep.
You sit up. Get up off the couch. Stretch a little before exhaling and walking around a bit to try and work off some of this excess energy. The darkness of the living room isn’t so much, anymore, what with how your eyes have adjusted. You can see the pieces of the evening strewn about. A pizza box that Splinter’s going to find in the morning and yell at the lot of you for not throwing out. Raph’s teddy bear, leaning against the other couch where he’d been pretending he hadn’t been using it to hide his face in the scary parts. Mikey’s cup, half-full, forgotten in Leo’s panic to find paper towels. And—
—Donnie, standing in the doorway, bleary-eyed, arms folded.
“Why are you awake?” he asks, voice tumbling over your ears like rocks on a riverbed. Guilt strikes you like a blow. He’s exhausted. You’ve woken him up.
“I’m sorry,” you say as an answer, tangling your fingers in the shirt you’d borrowed out of his closet. The shirt you always borrow. The shirt that’s half yours, now.
Donnie’s quiet. You sink your teeth into your lower lip and hope he’ll shrug and go back to bed. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s got enough sleep juice in him that he’ll drift right back off and forget this happened.
He doesn’t. “…Can’t sleep?”
The guilt burns your skin like sand in the wind. You smile and pretend. “I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, Don. You need it more than I do.”
He doesn’t.
“…Please?” you try again.
You’re met, instead, with a sigh. He rubs the back of his head where his mask would tie if he were wearing it. Lets his arm fall to his side—ah, except no. He’s holding out his hand, palm outstretched, inviting you to come close. When you don’t, his beak wrinkles. “Come here.”
You take a few steps closer, but don’t take his hand just yet. “What are you doing?”
“Just come here,” he says again, curling his fingers a few times in an imperious grabby command. You come closer. He opens his tired eyes in a squint, mouth dipped into a frown, and his gesture gets more demanding. “Come here.”
Stepping closer, closer, closer, finally you get within range. You realize he wants your hand the moment he loses patience with you, watching as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to encircle your wrist with strong fingers. They eclipse the bones there easily, tugging as he turns, pulling you out of the living room.
“Don—” you start to protest, but he stops you with a breath.
“Stubborn,” he accuses, though there’s no heat to the word. The scoff is thick on the back of your tongue—Donnie of all people calling you stubborn—but you don’t let it out, knowing it’ll be too-loud in the pitch night.
He pulls you into his room, the very room that had been such a sweet siren song to you earlier. He pulls you towards his bed. He pulls you in behind him when he settles in. He pulls you beneath his blanket. He pulls, pulls, pulls, until your chest is flush to his plastron and his arm is around your waist and his breath is in your face and your heart is in your throat.
It’s late. You’re not going to be able to sleep.
“…Go to sleep,” he says after a few seconds, doubtless able to feel the way your pulse is like a hummingbird against his skin.
“Sorry,” you say in lieu of—anything else. You don’t dare try to say another word, unsure of what exactly would tumble out instead. Perhaps a sweet poem about the texture of his skin against yours. Maybe a lament that he feels the need to tuck his thigh between yours so so so close to where you wake in a pool of sweat dreaming of his touch. Or possibly a whispered confession that tastes like lightning and blood and sugar all at the same time; that you want this but not this, you want this but more.
Gently, a forehead bonks against yours. Dark eyes open and meet yours, centimeters away. He studies you, and you watch the gears turn. More slowly than usual, lethargic even, because of his slumber.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs. Dumbly, you nod. “Need to talk about it?”
“…Yeah,” you admit, then, “…but I won’t.”
He doesn’t like that. A frown mars his beautiful, beautiful face.
“Why?”
You swallow the incredulous laugh, the kaleidoscope of responses. They’re all irrelevant, impossible to share, save for one. “You should sleep.”
Donnie’s hand tightens, fingers curling in his—your—shirt in the small of your back. “So should you.”
“Yeah.”
“…”
“…”
“…I don’t understand.” The confession, rare, makes you sigh.
“…I don’t either,” you tell him. And you don’t. Why did you have to feel this way for him? Why couldn’t it be someone easier that stole your heart? Why does it have to be the one person you can’t stand to lose? Why does he have to be so comfortable touching you like this and making it hurt even worse? Why can’t you stop feeling this way?
Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep?
His fingers unfurl from your shirt. His hand dips beneath the hem, finding the skin of your back. Slow shivers spread like little earthquakes as he strokes along your spine, tectonic caresses that ripple and destroy. It's familiar enough a touch that you don't stop him; unfamiliar enough that it rends you inside out.
Donnie leans in. Ghosts his lips along your jaw. It’s not a kiss; you’re just friends, after all. But it’s a sweet caress that feels good, all the way to where he lingers at your ear, whispering there, quivering at the touch that's too close to something else to be fair. “Close your eyes.”
You have one rule: listen to Donatello. So you do; you close your eyes, let his nails drag down your back, let his mouth press warm into your pulse, let his chest rumble with churrs that fill the night air with something akin to a lullaby. His legs curl around yours, mixing, confusing, making the separation of you disappear.
It’s… maddening. You hate this. You love him. You love him so much. You hate that he can do this so easily.
“Shhh,” comes the gentle coo against your skin, like he can tell you’re pulling away from his intent. You obey that, too. Donnie says to be quiet, so you quiet. Thoughts, movements, words; all of them fall away at his beckoning. “Just like that. Good.”
Good, you think, feeling a little fuzzy. It feels good to be good for him. God. You’d be so good for him—but no. None of that, now. Not when you can pretend that these little presses of his lips are kisses. That the thickness of his thigh pressed to your shorts means something. That his hand scratching lines in your skin is something meant to claim as much as it is to calm.
“Making me work for it tonight,” you hear him mumble, half-conscious of the words, not sure if they’re real or part of a dream he’s built for you. “Good job, sweetheart. Just like that.”
More brushes of his mouth. A slow glide of tongue. A lovely dream, you think, finally letting your muscles go slack. A dream of a Donatello who would hold you like this, talk to you like this. A Donatello who is more than just your best friend.
It’s late. Finally, warm and held and pulled into a sweet dream, finally, you sleep.
#me slurring with a voice thick with sleep: two best friends that are in love but too close to tell and so they dance like leaves in the wind#forever brushing close. darting about like little butterflies. gossamer wings catching the light and enchanting one another w each breath#but too close. too close. you can't see the scope of a painting when it's the single strokes that catch your eye.#.....................it's almost four in the morning. im sure there are errors but i shan't be fixing them now. have it as it comes#tmnt#rise#donatello/reader#my fic#rating: t
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evo doodling
#xmen#xmen evolution#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#pietro maximoff#quicksilver#snap sketches#accidental sequel to my other evo drawing GODDAMMIT#chat someone remind me to make a color ref sheet on my desktop because i keep getting jumpscared when i look from my tablet to my cpu#anyways. hello. first day with my finals Almost Done and i draw the twins vjARLKVJRAKL#SORRY i just got really emo thinking of the love in pietros heart this morning ...#i was gonna draw their usual designs but i got distracted thinking of an evo comic i wanted to doodle#and then i just. and now we're here#the initial sketch i had made me sad for some reason it wasnt even that different from this final#i just got emo while drawing ... idk .... siblings looking after each other esp because of a shitty parent will always get me the most#i will end my ramble there before it gets too personal .. lol ... anyways please enjoy my doodle#i have decided to steal the freckles from rivals wanda because theyre cute i think ......#im still figurin out how to draw these two ... i like them a lot me thinks ... i would like to read more of them ..#ok BYEBYE
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i like him a normal amount i think
#toontown#toontown corporate clash#ttcc#flint bonpyre#firestarter#he has taken over my brain bc of the cosplay send help#speaking on the cosplay the blazer is almost fully patterned i just need to make the button placket cuffs and collar#and i still havent started on the pants#but anyways fint <3333#fun fact the first time i drew him was the night before the plushie got announced#ima shut up now gn yall#or ig good morning its 5 am#idk#stupid made this
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tried learning blender, i think it turned out ok
#hii i died for like 2 weeks sorry about that HOWEVER i have come back the ability to use blender (that i just learned this morning)#model a donut for my first render? nah fuck it we ball#ive been working on this all day im not joking i started this at like 2 pm and now its almost 12 pm#me omw to turn into a human shrimp#hananesia au#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl lamb#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb fanart
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Suddenly wishing my parents could read my mind/see inside my head so they understood I actually CAN'T do the things I say I can't do. Its not that I don't want to its that I literally cannot do them :)
#anyway i almost got in a car wreck#it was not my fault#but im not reacting to it very well#haha#and now i get to go to work#yayyy#/sarcasm#anyway i dont actually want my parents in my head cause haha#intrusive thoughts and all#they both have anxiety and are medicated and guess who also has anxiety and is NOT medicayed#yayy#' youre so smart you can do litetally anything' yall i am literally 24/7 masking and its gonna get to me one of these days#so now i cant do anything#vent#sorry if you read all this#im not having a good morning haha#dont feel the need to respond#the only plus side is when i am in mental anguish i can ignore my physical anguish#yayyyyy for real!#the thing in question i cant do is driving btw#i should by all means not be on the road
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