#banging my head against a wall rn

[qbebou]

no shot he just followed up a stitch impression monologue with “anyone taste metal?”

[cuephrase]

BITCH. YOU ARE DICK GRAYSON. YOU ARE A MANIPULATIVE LITTLE SHIT.

in what world is BRUCE WAYNE going to give DICK GRAYSON pointers on how to get what he wants from people i-

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

idk who needs to hear this, but if you realize 30k words in that there's a task you're going to need to do, do it then. fix things and do the task as you go.

under no circumstances should you wait until you're 130k words in and all you want is to curl up under the covers with this thing you've written for you and you alone, because you will find that it is rife with errors you can't look past and you will spend h o u r s trying to wrangle it into something resembling what you wanted.

[bluetackbaby]

ANDY NO

[ibidflash]

some days i lose the ability to google things

[hctclcalifornia]

don't u love when ur trying to design something for a muse (say, a cd for an album release of theirs) and the image in ur head is amazing but the actual design is like... stick-figure quality...

[wheelsupin-five]

Girls will be SO sure they dont have daddy issues and then think men old enough to be their father are hot

[christronomy]

thinking about cocky big cock channie. the way he'd be so condescending in bed cause he knows he's got you right where he wants you every time—dumb on his cock, babbling incoherently about how good it feels, tears streaming down your face cause he's been edging you for so long and you just wanna cum so bad for him. the only thing your brain can process right now is him, and he loves being able to have that kind of power over you. he teases you so much, mocking you and chuckling at how pathetic you look under him. "yeah? you like that? feels good?" "my fat cock stretching you out real nice?" "look at you, such a dumb little slut, taking me so well." "what's that? it's too big? too much?"

he's such an asshole but in the best way, n it makes you clench around him so hard. he'll groan when you do, praising you for being so good for him and rewarding you with a deep, hard thrust—one that makes you squeal out in pleasure and pulsate around him rapidly. you can literally feel how much his cock stretches you out whenever he pushes in all the way, n it makes you gush around him so much.

he'll pull out slightly, leaving just the tip inside, and that makes you whine loudly. but he just won't move anymore until you're practically sobbing, begging him to go deeper, faster, so you can feel that delicious stretch again. he knows perfectly well that's exactly what you want, and it's like a huge ego boost for him to know that that's really how big he is. that's why he can't help but edge you, cause you just look and sound so pretty when you're begging, also cause he absolutely loves that feeling of you cumming around him so hard, your cunt clenching around him so much tighter than usual cause he finally gave you that release you've been needing for so long.

[brainrot-stitch]

Yahooo ponysona idk what the fuck to call her tho. Do I use my name? Do I name her smth chocolate related? Or perhaps shitface? Idk feel free to give me ideas tho

Her talent is eeping. But only when she's not supposed to be

[gender-fluidz]

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[mossy-doodles85]

I am so mad at myself rn

Like this is such a cool au idea in my eyes and I have only drawn it TWO TIMES, so I'm here to fix that mistake I also would like to add to the au that this takes place a year in the future of Chicory: A Colourful Tale

Oh and the au is now called Glowing Paint!

[fubukisimp]

i mentioned before that the guts album by olivia rodrigo fits jake and samuel so well but i just want to focus on “lacy” for a second. the idolization, the jealousy, the hatred but most importantly the wanting. the longing. the inability to truly hate this person. it’s sooo samuel about jake and it makes me sick

[veneratedrot]

save me big forehead girl save me

[blizzardstarx]

tw blood

@send-me-a-puffalope <3

Scattered ‘cross my family line

I’m so good at telling lies

That came from my mother’s side

Told a million to survive

Scattered across my family line

God, I have my father’s eyes

But my sister’s (brother’s) when I cry

I can run, but I can’t hide

From my family line

sort of reference photo for lighting:

redrawn scenes:

[camelspit]

uhh keeper nose hcs

[ice-devourer]

thinking about (this has happened in my head) yosano helping an old woman running a small candy store near the ada from being underpaid by someone, and the old woman was so happy yosano dealt with the dishonest customer when she could've just let it slide and got what was needed and refilled ranpo’s stash at the ada that the old lady calls her an angel.

“You’re an angel, miss Yosano—”

and then it all comes back. her feet push in front of the other nearly getting hit by cars just for her legs to give out in a grimy alley, and she starts to heave and vomit and as she wipes the dirt from her face her hands look small. too small to be anywhere near 20. the cuff around her wrist looked like a familiar medical uniform. she overhears someone passing by on their phone saying ‘goodbye.’ followed by a beep. she thinks of a familiar message that she was asked to deliver and and and—