#atrophy in love

[awestruck-atrophy]

my love mine all mine needs to be like 6 minutes long it is too short and too good

[awestruck-atrophy]

@sushiballboy

eXCUSE ME???????????????????????

[shivroy]

future shiv

[divvy-div-art]

fortnite duos can really give you whiplash

[stuckinapril]

I literally know so much of my misery boils down to my overextended reading slump like this can’t go on

[lgrtz]

Webworm moth, red stripped leaf hopper, wavy lined emerald

[avocado62524]

[nanistar]

There seem to be popular fan interpretations for what most WC characters look like - is there any character where your headcanon differs drastically from widely accepted fandom interpretation?

oh i got this one. good quastion so it's not too drastic, but it's significant to me. in canon, bristlefrost is described as gray and white* with thick fur (*the wiki says she's pale gray but i swear to god she's described as gray and white somewhere in canon, maybe in the teaser posts that came out before TBC was officially released??) . most of the fandom seems to prefer her super fluffy, and adds cream or light orange tortoiseshell markings or some sort of highlights. i've never been one for torts in general just because i personally struggle to make them look good in my style, so while i'll never yuck anyone's yum for little design things, i've never agreed with a dilute tort Bristlefrost. also, while i see her as a big, long furred cat, she's more sleek and less fluff, since ivypool was always very pointy and had a more athletic build to me. so bristle in my head takes on a more oriental longhair shape

like so. tort bristle is not really my thing but i wouldn't like.. not share/reblog art with a tort design in it simply because i dont agree with that interpretation, yknow?

(also ive never cared for the dark forest eyes that have black sclera just bc i think it makes designs look too busy. love red pupils tho keep that up. )

[angelnumber27]

Hi baby angels 😇 it’s about to be that time where I need help with getting a couple of my medications soon! It’s within a few days that I will be running out and I didn’t want to wait until the very last day/moment to try to scramble for a way to pay for them.

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I need $80 total for the medications I need please help if you can.

I can make art for you if you want please just lmk what y’all are interested in <3

Thank you everyone so so so much 🖤 I’m so lucky and grateful to have and be surrounded by such a wonderful community on here.

[awestruck-atrophy]

what’s ur favorite Hozier song from the new album HAHA I GOT YOU THE CORRECT ANSWER IS THE ENTIRE ALBUM LISTENED THROUGH IN ONE SITTING AS HOZIER INTENDED SO THAT WE CAN DESCEND SLOWLY THROUGH THE CIRCLES OF HELL AHAHAHAHAHAHHA

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on ok i belted out a brief laughingstock Scene for possible future use that i Had to write down bc if i didn't, i'd never remember it. and why not share?

~

“Barnaby? Barnaby, old chap, are you with me?” 

Barnaby blinks, registering the green fingers snapping in front of his nose. He huffs a laugh and pushes Howdy’s hand away. “Yeah, yeah, I’m listenin’. You were saying?”

Howdy gives him an exasperated look, a fond look. “Thinking about running off to a farm again, were you?”

“Nah, just the clouds. They’re a lot less work.”

“Well I’d rather you didn’t. Who would I talk to during the long hours if you went and floated off?” Howdy winks before turning to his shelves, already yammering away about something or other.

Something or other that Barnaby is once again not listening to, because what was that? Barnaby quickly presses his cool paw-pads to his burning cheeks, feeling the bristling fur there. 

Has Howdy ever winked at him? Now that he’s noticed it, Barnaby can’t recall. If it’s new, then why? Why a wink of all things? What did that mean? And that look Howdy gave him… 

Barnaby adjusts his abruptly too-tight tie. It’s unusually warm in the store, isn’t it? Howdy must have forgotten to turn on the AC. 

Gosh, what is Howdy even saying? He’s still talking, but Barnaby hasn’t absorbed a word. He can’t even tell if Howdy is still speaking english. It’s all garbled.

There’s something wrong with Barnaby. He must be coming down with something… or he’s just overthinking it. Overworking the ol’ noggin. A good long nap should set him right. 

“Listen,” Barnaby interrupts, patting the counter, “I uh, I don’t know where my head’s at. I better go find it - I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Oh… alright, then,” Howdy says, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. 

Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Barnaby slaps that thought out of the park. He doesn’t want Howdy to be disappointed, that’s absurd. That’s something a bad friend would think. Barnaby may be many things, but a bad friend isn’t one of them.

“I’ll whip up a joke that’ll knock your socks off next time I see ya,” Barnaby promises. He smiles around the discomfort and the entirely new feeling squirming around each other in his chest. 

“Now you’ve gone and brought up my expectations,” Howdy says. He leans on the counter and grins. “Are you sure you can back up such a claim, Mr. Beagle?”

Another hot flush races under Barnaby’s fur, and to his growing mortification, his tail starts wagging at breakneck speed. He lets out an uncharacteristically nervous laugh and backs away from the counter. To both of their horror, his back hits a shelf, making it rattle and tip.

“Oh, sh-” Barnaby lunges to right it before it can topple. He whips around and laughs again. Howdy’s wide-eyed stare burns. “Sorry ‘bout that! Talk about a bulldog in a bugshop, geez.”

“When you find your head, make sure to screw it on nice and tight,” Howdy says, a strange look on his face to match his tone. “And check your temperature while you’re at it - it’s not like you to be off-balance.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m off-balance,” Barnaby says. He inches towards the door, willing his stupid tail to calm down. “I just have ears instead of rearview mirrors.”

“Uh-huh…” Howdy slides to the side, trying to peer around him. 

Barnaby fumbles for the door. The scrape and bang of his search for the handle echoes in the quiet store. One of Howdy’s eyebrows creeps higher the longer Barnaby stands there, making a complete fool of himself. 

Finally, the door clicks, and Barnaby nearly tumbles over backwards in his haste to get out. He stumbles down the steps and briskly walks away, adjusting his hat and tie. As soon as he’s out of sight, he slaps his paws to his face and sags against the bodega.

“Idiot,” he hisses to himself. He presses his back flat against the wall and slams the side of his fist against it. Normally, Barnaby would use a situation like this to his advantage. But Howdy wasn’t laughing, and Barnaby wasn’t being funny. “Bulldog in a - gah, idiot!”

Great. Now Howdy thinks he’s not only a clumsy oaf, but that he’s losing his touch too.

Barnaby growls in frustration, pushing off the wall and stomping away from the plaza on all fours. What does he care what Howdy thinks of him? Others’ opinions of Barnaby have never been anywhere near his list of top priorities - barring Wally’s, of course. If they were, he'd never tell another joke again.

Yes, Howdy is a good friend of Barnaby’s. A close friend, even. But since when has he had such a - such an effect? Barnaby shakes his head, growling again. 

There was no effect. Barnaby is just going insane. Or he’s getting sick, like Howdy implied. That would explain the sudden hot flash, the loss of typically impeccable coordination, and, oh yeah! Barnaby’s brain leaking out of his ears.  

[milflewis]

if there is one thing i am always thinking about it is michael schumacher in mercedes in 2010 - 2012. like. girl.

can you imagine driving with him in the 90s and Experiencing Michael Schumacher and then you’re retired and life is chill and sunny and then he’s Back . and all the older ex drivers are sooo delighted that these ungrateful fucks are going to finally get what is coming to them. they are going to finally Get It. but this time he just lies on top of the car, all lazy and tummy out as he tans, and none of this children understand!!!!!!

bc look. the grid back then had more teeth than it does now but it was Nothing when compared to how it used to be in michael’s day and these babies keep giving out when michael gets goofy and plays bumper cars even tho that was barely a love tap like cmonnn . and then after they’re all like 🙄 yeah yeah michael he’s so mental lol. as they pet this fucking wolf turned sleeping lap dog and dc or damon hill or whoever is just standing there🧍‍♂️waiting for the teeth to close around unsuspecting hands. but they never do!!!!!!

bc michael fucking schumacher is in his live laff luv era and is one of the funniest people to ever exist. i’m obsessed with him.

[bucatinibucatini]

can i just say… VAGINAL ATROPHY is such a fucking intense way to say dry pussy

like when i was first looking at the effects of testosterone and saw that phrase i thought it meant like… collapsed vagina. like that hole collapses into a pussy deficit. black hole-esque pussy

no it just means that it can get dry. not scary at all

[pendraegon]

two by the antlers

[gaensebluemchen]

The Last Door: Prototype

[ultravoiid]

This is my unbecoming