#but i never had the courage to post it

[rudeguacamole]

Home has some really important words to say to us, let's hear what they have to say..!

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The audio that got me inspired to draw this lmao↴

[remxedmoon]

save me bonnie isat… bonnie isat… save me…

woah what!!! isat fanart with color??? preposterous. greyscaled versions under the cut!! (and also the last doodle without the crusty old drawing next to it!! incase you want to use it for anything)

anyways. uh. scampers away like a little rat

[cod-thoughts]

“Thought you’d sleep in for once,” Ghost muttered, leaning down to meet Price’s lips in a lazy kiss. It wasn’t rushed—just a slow, easy press of their mouths, like they had all the time in the world.

“Couldn’t,” Price murmured against him, his hands finding Ghost’s hip. He tugged him closer, their noses brushing together as Ghost kissed him again, deeper this time. Price’s grip tightened, but there was nothing hurried about it, just deliberate and steady, as if he was memorising every detail.

Ghost huffed softly when they pulled apart, the sound low and amused. “You’re insatiable, old man.”

“Damn right,” Price shot back, his thumb tracing slow circles against Ghost’s hip. “You’re the one who came in here lookin’ like that. Can’t be helped.”

Ghost shook his head, but there was no real heat behind it, just the faintest curve of his lips, knowing he wasn't wearing anything special. He leaned in again, his fingers slipping under the collar of Price’s shirt, brushing against bare skin. Their mouths met in another kiss, slower this time, like the kindling of a fire, warmth spreading between them with every touch.

Then it happened. Ghost shifted his weight, leaning into Price a little too much as Price tugged him forward. He stumbled, landing hard in Price’s lap, chair creaking underneath them, his thighs bracketing Price’s hips as the two of them froze for a moment, faces inches apart.

“Fuckin' hell,” Ghost muttered, his hands braced on Price’s shoulders as the faintest flush crept up his neck.

Price, for his part, looked completely unbothered—if anything, the grin spreading across his face was downright wolfish. “Now this,” he said, his hands sliding up to Ghost’s waist, “is a sight I could get used to.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes, his voice low and rough. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Can you blame me?” Price replied, his gaze flickering over Ghost—his broad shoulders, the way his muscular thighs framed Price’s hips, the faint pink staining the tops of his cheeks. “Should’ve done this soon as you came in. Hell, I should have you like this all the time.”

“Thought this morning was enough for you,” Ghost shot back, his voice a teasing growl, though the flush on his face deepened.

Price’s eyes darkened, his grin turning into something hungrier. “Not even close.” Wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist, pulling him down just enough that their bodies pressed together, the solid weight of Ghost against him making Price groan softly. “You’ve no idea how fucking good you look right now.”

Ghost opened his mouth to retort, but Price didn’t give him the chance. He surged up, capturing Ghost’s lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was feral, desperate, all teeth and tongue as if Price couldn’t get enough of him. Ghost let out a low, surprised sound, his hands slipping up Price’s shoulders to his jaw as the kiss deepened.

Price’s hands roamed, one sliding up Ghost’s back to tangle in his hair, the other gripping his thigh, fingers digging into muscle as if to anchor him there. Ghost groaned, the sound muffled against Price’s mouth, his body reacting before his brain could catch up. His hips shifted instinctively, pressing harder against Price, who growled in response.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Price muttered, his voice rough and breathless as he pulled back just enough to drag his teeth along Ghost’s jaw. His lips found the sensitive spot beneath Ghost’s ear, biting down lightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.

Ghost shivered, his fingers slightly tightening around Price’s jaw. “Thought you could handle it, Captain.”

“Handle you?” Price’s laugh was dark, his lips brushing against Ghost’s throat. “Barely.”

The room felt hotter, the air between them thick with want as their movements grew more frantic. Price’s hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of Ghost’s spine, squeezing his thighs, pulling him impossibly closer. Ghost leaned into it, his breath hitching as Price’s teeth scraped against his collarbone.

“John,” Ghost rasped, his voice strained, his usual composure cracking under the heat of Price’s attention.

“Tell me,” Price said, his voice a low growl as he kissed him again, biting at his lower lip before dragging him impossibly closer. “Tell me what you want, love.”

Ghost didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed Price with a desperation that said everything, his body pressing against him as if trying to fuse them together. Price groaned into his mouth, his hands sliding to Ghost’s ass, urging him to roll his hips into a sinful grind.

Whatever playful teasing had been between them was long gone, replaced by something raw and consuming. Snaking a hand into Ghost's hair, Price pulled him back with a gasp and looked up at Ghost, his chest heaving, his brown eyes burning with want as he took in the sight of his lover—flushed, ruffled, and completely his.

[muttonbones]

Put some yuri up on Bsky

[phoenixcatch7]

Loz fandom stop being angsty and give the daydreaming kids on big fun adventures with a cool glowing sword some actual whimsy and joy challenge

[youwerethedefeated]

Hinata in every ats*hina fic where the author swears Ats*mu was the first guy to ever see his potential:

Just for my ats*hina hater pookies <3 @cosmorom @freshfrenchtoast @infinitemilk @pixiesnooze @kagehiner

[akkivee]

i would like to thank the academy for this prestigious award. it’s almost been four years since i drew kuukou’s 🅱️oobs spilling out of his top and they have only continued to validate me since, so i would also like to give thanks to tsujimoto takanori and his team for presenting this to me, king records for creating kuukou and harai kuukou himself for being a gift to humanity—

[bylrndgm]

one year of this blog: my favorite byler scenes [1/7]

season one, chapter eight | the upside down dir.: the duffer brothers.

[idalenn]

To reach The unreachable star

[cheese-in-space]

Seeing painted over graffiti makes me so sad. It fills me with an emptiness I can’t quite explain

When I see graffiti I am just filled with so much joy

It’s art in the broken and grinding human made machine

It’s a little speck of individuality in a world that tries to make us all the same

It’s a rebellion and it’s viewed as a crime, what art hasn’t been?

Seeing the grey squares on the walls near train tracks or skate parks or under bridges or on abandoned buildings. It’s empty. broken and angry people trying to satisfy a broken and angry system

What we need are broken and angry people who are fighting to make our world a little less broken and a little more beautiful

That’s what graffiti is. to me

[motivation-ga-shinderu]

the price of recognition

[softpine]

oh and guys i went to the grocery store today :3 anxiety is being evicted from this body i tell you what

[kitkat13001]

update on love song event: i am hard at work on remaining requests! so far im planning to complete every one i’ve gotten so far, it just might take me a while bc i’ve been really busy as of late 🙈

[manufacturedrainbows]

me on my phone writing hurt/comfort fanfics, knowing damn well I'm never gonna post them

[mirkodoesstuff]

Okay, Object Show Community hear me out on this one:

What if the characters, that we all see on the screens of any Object Shows don't exactly are objects, but are... People?

Before you will try to question it, listen to me!

So, you probably hear about "chibis", right? You know, when characters are drawn in really simpler style, to either make them look cuter or, when a certain scene NEEDS to get away from the characters, they appear to look very simplified? For example, you could say there were scenes, where characters from various anime were drawn in that style for various moments, either when "camera" went somewhere away, when the characters were supposed to look "cuter" or when... Or for other reasons.

So, what if Object Shows characters weren't exactly objects in reality (I mean behind the scenes ofc), but were actually humans, or rather anthropomorphised Objects [Object Heads/Anthro Objects], what if what we were seeing all the time was their chibi version?

Just think about it - what if Golf Ball wasn't exactly a golf ball, but was a human/Anthro Object, and her being a golf ball was related to make the show "cuter", as in "not being seen as brutal". Just think about it...