#but i’m alive

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Fruits

[tickletastic]

i survived midterms (barely), and got to see fnaf, something about josh hutcherson’s characters makes them so in need of getting wrecked

[anauro]

hi. i’m still alive, just a little stressed dude atm. but all is good x

[thehotgrandparent]

I’m alive, hello, yes

[devilat-thedoor]

im sorry????? tears of rain????? on b stage???? acoustic????? in philly????? tonight?????

[chipswsalsa]

hello friends i promise i’m still alive the depression has just been winning lately lol

[monsieur-neuvillette]

Zbhdhdusbbxdb Wrio is going with you? Are we finally going to see him go soft and give Sigewinne a piggy back ride? Shshshshshhsb I can’t wait for this!!! I imagine you melting at the side of how he cares for and is admonishing her for being reckless and being dad-like (although he’d never admit it) and this deepening your feelings for him!!! The fan-fiction trope is troping!!!

( Sorry THE FAN-FICTION TROPE IS TROPING IS SUCH A GOOD SENTENCE. EXCUSE ME. )

[ofdamages-arc]

I really want to do some things here today. Probably throw out some opens and maybe shoot some memes to ppl.

Like this if you want either a starter or meme. Specify muse or you’ll get at random.

Hope everyone’s having a good day!

[elfchensdcartblog]

Again sketches!

I’m sorry it’s only sketchbook insights!

[tapiocats]

Decay exists as an extant form of life

[et-in-arkadia]

this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself

[mad-serotonin]

Take It Easy☀️

[archivebsd]

[shatterthefragments]

Do I want to not tell my dad I’m going to get tattooed bc I want to see how long it takes to notice or because he’d judge me for not saving money. (Or like actual judgement is also an option too)

Like. “Working full time for two years and I bet you haven’t even saved $10,000” NO FUCK NO ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING

But. I’m alive. I’m not on drugs. I haven’t *actually* run away to join the circus. I came to join you for dinner and washed your fucking dishes. I should’ve just gotten pho and I would’ve been at school 1.5 hours ago.

[ditzybat]

jason in titans tower staring at bruce: how’d you know i was alive old man?

bruce: robin - tim - is an avid follower of your tumblr blog that has mysteriously updated after years of you being deceased

tim: mhm, at mrsbennetluvr88 started quoting hamlet and titus andronicus after years of radio silence, it was the only rational conclusion

jason: … at least you know your shakespeare…

[casiia]

simon hated dating for the sole reason of small talk. in the nicest way possible, he does not care what your favorite color is or what your childhood pet’s name was. he would rather not beat around the bush, in his opinion it’s a waste of time so he simply doesn’t date.

he decides to give it another try, you were so sweet asking him for his number. stuttering and shifting on the balls of your feet, a pretty blush lighting your features.

but he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes when you ask him what his favorite animal is. instead of walking out like he normally does, he decides to ask his own set of questions — for once.

“i like to draw.”

biting his tongue he has to resist the urge to say “that’s what everyone says,” because most of the time, they are horrible at their hobby.

but after a few dates, and a few hookups, you decide to let him browse your sketchbook. sitting in his lap you nervously fidget with your fingers, watching as he slowly flips through and admires each page. chewing on your lower lip when his eyebrows raise, you almost gasp when he shifts his hips upwards beneath you.

“okay, that’s enough.” you grumble, reaching for the book and trying to snatch it away. simon only smirks and leans back, holding the book to the side out of your reach.

when you told simon you were an artist, he was very surprised to see your intricate drawings of people, landscapes, and human anatomy.

smudged pencil lines of hands groping breast, detailed veins running along various sized and shaped cocks.

he swallows thickly when he turns a page and sees one centered, one that looks too familiar to his own. when you finally snatch the book from his hand with a wild blush, he knows. you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“aw, baby. needed something to look at when you miss me? y’coulda just asked me.”

simon’s grinning up at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, his hands running up and down your thighs.

he doesn’t want to think about the other drawings of dicks you’ve drawn, the men before him. he just needs to make sure that his will be the final one in your precious book.