#but after 😌✨

[soft-serve-soymilk]

I think bsd will cure the noragami-shaped hole in my heart considering it’s what studio Bones have been working on this whole time :’)

thanks @crowatyourwindow I like bungo stray dogs now (akutagawa and dazai supremacy)

[karlyboyyy]

Key ingredients for a Silly Little Guy!

[jennsterjay]

Knuxadow Crumbs 😂

[glitchgh0sty]

Good soup :3

Made the day counterpart in exchange for you to drink

Love your art<3 it has its own soul that I deeply appreciate. Also I heart charadesign w wings, even if it’s just the simplest little blorbo

THIS ONE RIGHT HERE,, I have been HOARDING this, oHmigosh

I love art SO MUCH,, it’s my life blood so when I opened my ask box and found this gem, Oddity, you lil nugget you, I promise I up and died right then and there 😭🫶

[I don’t really know what colors you aim for with your design so I kiinda guesstimated? Hope it works,, TuŤ<33]

1. We should open an arts and soups store

2. Yes, I love seeing people’s interpretations of the whole wings scenario cause honest to goodness I’ve got no idea what they are 😂💀<33

Ft: Me and me tryin to figure out how to respond to this, T-T7

[hayaku14]

me every time one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration updates and gives us another banger kaishin au:

[summon-the-divine]

Ordered a very special cake for my birthday 🖤✨

[maxx-the-queer]

[coincasual]

colors for cupid💘✨

[xinyuehui]

Floppy ears 🐰🐰

[thepoopdokyeomtouched]

Revisiting the "ROCKSTAR" Album and realising how artist, creative and versatile the music team was, like EVERY single song was composed SO differently!?!? Classical, European classical, western, kawali, Rock like HARD Rock, Dark obsessive, and wth idek atp 🤯 all the songs LITERALLY goes with movie, with situation the movie is showing AND as the character develops, the lyrical intelligence develops too like it's the character that gets inspire from different genres and implements it to his music and that's how the music develops 💕

To all my desi moots if you have heard it tell me which is yours fav. Mine is literally the whole album but the mtl would be

Phir se udd chala (😭✨)

Kun faya (the peace it gives 💗)

Sadda haq (the lyrics 🤌🏻😤)

Tum ho (nth to say just listen 💕)

Nadaan parindey (the emotions with the echo vocals AND ARR singing 💔🙁✨)

HAWA HAWA (the European folk they used with hindi lyrics got me twirling and the storytelling ✨😩)

Aur ho (it sits on the same genre as "him and i" OR "don't blame me" Like it's a very dark obsessive sad song 🛐)

Katiya karu (good for sangeet in my wedding with mingyu🤭😉)

Jo bhi main (from an artists perspective it's a very deep song damnn)

Tagging the desi moots: @kkooongie @nishloves @nihyunluvskookie @yoonzinuhh @mangocustard16 @aaniag @bittersweet-folder @staranghae @wonwoos-wineparty @caramyisabitchforsvtandbts @etherealyoungk @leewonkyeom @neejaatjeh @woozvc @weird-bookworm @rubywonu @seokminded @waldau @joonsytip @smileycarat @nonononranghaee

[jennsterjay]

When Miles portaled into Earth-42 and talked to Rio and tried to reveal himself as Spider-Man, Rio 42 thought he was talking about a "Comics-con" thing

And then when Miles wakes up on the punching bag and meets Miles G. Morales, he sees him in the coolest Prowler outfit design ever, and he knows he designed it himself because it looks nothing like his uncle's suit and Miles designed his own Spider-suit back home

So when Miles thinks back on it, he realizes this can only mean one thing:

Miles G. Morales is secretly an S-Tier cosplayer

[kindahoping4forever]

Cake @ The 5SOS Show Tour Buenos Aires Night 1 - 19 July 2023

[stillcominback]

🎀🎀🎀

[heldenherzchen]

i see you there; don't know where you come from. unaware the stare from someone - don't appear to care that i saw you. turn around & you're walking toward me. i'm breaking down & you're breathing slowly. we're coming close & then even closer. we bring it in - but we go no further. we're separate: two ghosts in one mirror - no nearer. you're coming to, but you're slow in waking. you start to shake, you still haven't spoken; what happened? they're coming back & you just dont know when. you want to cry but there's nothing coming. they're gonna push until you give in or say when. it all began with the man and country. every plan turns another century around again; another nation has fallen. maybe god can be on both sides of the gun; never understood why. some of us never get it so good, so good. some of this was here before us - all of this will go after us. it never stops until we give in. — "say when" (the fray)

[thisbibliomaniac]

I have been trying all week to figure out what this nail polish reminds me of, and it's the venom nail polish from holes

[musingmemories]

@minglz sent: « “I made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.” » from Ji-yeong to Sae-byeok.

It’s strange finding companionship in the darkest of places. Perhaps it was the mutual trauma and circumstances, all of them the lowest of the low shit-bags no one would give a damn had gone Missing. Humanizing, for lack of a better word, knowing others had made life altering and crippling mistakes now swimming in hopelessly overwhelming debt doing nothing but accumulating interest. There wasn’t a need to impress each other, all of their dirty laundry had been laid out to filth at the hands of the salesman and whoever ran this place displaying the recordings of their utter humiliation.

They weren’t so different from one another after all. Different reasons for being here and competing, sure, but they shared a common goal… until it began to unravel to selfish desire and greed, discovering the less people there were, the more money was added to the pot. Those that wouldn’t let such a place change them slowly banded together, creating groups in finding others they trusted, promises to leave together, to split the money fairly. Sae-byeok had somehow been included within the small circle of safe. Something she’d never had before nor anyone to protect her from others. Since detracting, Sae-byeok had been alone, nothing but scars left as a reminder why she kept going.

‘I made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.’

Her shadow spoke. Shadow used as a term of affection, Ji-yeong making it a habit to sit or trail behind like a lost puppy, chatting away to Sae-byeok who wasn’t particularly active at listening but was nonetheless. “You killed them? Or just cut off their hands?” Tone conveyed boredom, though curiosity tugged at the corners of her mind, imagination running wild with scenarios Ji-yeong might’ve found herself in. Petite, with an easy smile. Disarming from how open it was and her similar blunt attitude. Subconsciously, Sae-byeok’s hand found the scar on her neck — one earned for the price of freedom. A reminder when things got dark, touch bringing back the memories of when it’d been inflicted, along with the faces of her mother and brother waiting for her.

“Marks left behind make up who you are.” Stories to remember, foundations they built themselves back up from, phoenixes from ash. “If you ever want to, I’d want to hear about them. When we get out of here… that girls night, you mentioned.” Something Sae-byeok hadn’t ever heard of — a night that offered mojitos and a movie. A gesture that gave her more to look forward to when they both got out. Together.