#but these are some of my favourites 🫶

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Fontaines D.C. + being cute as fuck with dogs

[feketeribizli]

i stand with my cancelled wife etc etc

[doctorsiren]

Meet the people of Woodward Ranch! To most West Virginians, the place is just a normal animal sanctuary, but to those in the know, it’s a cryptid conservation ranch :)

Wyatt Woodward is the grandson of the man who used to own the ranch (I haven’t figured out that guy yet so…). His grandfather passed and left the ranch to Wyatt in his will, despite Wyatt only having met the man once or twice when he was little. Now he’s tasked with running the place, as well as grappling with the reality that monsters, cryptids, and the supernatural are very very much real

Lucy Lovejoy is a farmhand / wrangler on the ranch. She grew up living there and is miffed that Wyatt was given ownership. She believes she’s entitled to it because she actually knows the place and Wyatt didn’t even believe in the supernatural until he came to the ranch

Dr. Herschel Finch is the ranch’s science boy (that’s probably not the official title) and he does his magic + science stuff to keep the ranch safe as well as be the resident cryptid expert. He’s very chaotic neutral and would probably kill someone…yknow…for science! Nobody really quite knows his history, despite him telling lots of strange backstories about his past.

Denny is a feral little orphan werewolf girl that lives on the ranch and has deemed it her home. She causes trouble for Wyatt because he’s easy to mess with, but she’s also the one (other than the Mothman) who sees him as family the fastest

The Mothman is one of the cryptids who regularly stays at the ranch. He was Wyatt’s grandfather’s favourite, and so Wyatt quickly becomes the new favourite of the Mothman. Just look at him 🥺 he’s so,,,🫶

Bonus:

Cryptoria is Finch’s ex-wife. Nobody on the ranch has actually met her, but Finch’s reasoning for why they got divorced was that “she was evil”. They question why he didn’t take that into account when marrying a literal demon, and also why that was the dealbreaker, seeing as he’s not one to be opposed to some evil from time to time, but he doesn’t elaborate. He does explain, however, that she tried to kill him. Despite that, he also actively laments the relationship, clearly missing his hot demon wife. Cryptoria divorced HIM because she found him annoying. They’re soooo toxic for each other. They’re the kind of exes that simultaneously hate each other but would totally make out again if they had the chance.

[randomminty]

IDK if you do requests or not, but your art is super cute and I'd love to see more Cynthias from you, such as her exploring some old but cozy island ruins, or her stumbling upon a secluded beach and taking a relaxing walk, or even another doodle dump. (sorry Cynthia's just so cool and you draw her so well!!)

AW THANK YOU….. ofc who am i to turn down an opportunity to draw more cynthia

[gen4grl]

i bought leaks, butter, bananas and bean jam jelly!

[bootleg-cal-weathers]

CARSTOBER BABY!!

just found out about it so here are the first 3 days in one post

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

[long-song-a]

the eleventh doctor's arc truly comes so full circle! it’s the story of a mad gods hard, angry conflict between responsibility and fantasy. from the moment he crashes into amelia’s backyard, he’s like something of a fairy tale; a phantom, a wise man, a hero. a mad man who can disappear just as quickly whence he came. and when he returns, has the ability to turn one’s entire world around— without a single thought for any damage he may have caused along the way. he didn’t just forget his part in the time war: he’s quick to forget a lot, to go too far, to never look back. to never question himself. he hurries on to the next place, becomes a legacy within a few hours on some planet, in some time, and calls it a day. until he begins again. he is the dreamer of improbable dreams, because he requires that divide from reality.

he is “the man who forgets” because he needs to seperate himself from who he was, he needs this new perspective, he needs the worship, someone relying on him, and only him. “i took you with me because i was vain. because i needed to be adored.” eleven began his life as a goofy, kind soul who would happily spend his first moments eating fish fingers and custard with a child, and promise her adventure. the fantasy. yet he’s also a man who would disappear for fifteen years and never provide a legitimate apology. the avoidance of responsibility. (until the god complex, of course.) he calls the atraxi back to earth because it allows him to fulfil the role of a hero in some fantasy, to show off in front of amy, to be that whimsical, magical figure she saw him as when she was a child. to uphold that image. he wants to be a story, he doesn’t want commitments. not to mention the fact that amy literally dreams him back into existence, that her belief in him made him whole again.

the doctor hates endings. he rips the final page out of his books because he can’t stand the thought, the concept. he doesn’t want the adventure to conclude, he doesn’t want the reality to seep through. he doesn’t want the stories to ever end, because in his mind, he is the greatest story of them all. (i’m not even going to go into his arc in season six because i need a whole separate post for that. season six is the consequences of all these actions. and hoo boy. it is brilliant.)

the day of the doctor, i believe, is really the turning point for eleven. the man who forgets arc forcing him to face the consequences of his actions, to step down from the mad man in a box pedestal he’s reigned on for this entire incarnation. he finally takes full responsibility on trenzalore, by sending the TARDIS, and clara away so he can stand and fight for the remaining centuries of his life. he wants to run, to flee, the idea of staying in one place so very terrible (but he takes responsibility, sees the reality, sees he can't just help out for a bit, then saunter back into his box) and he stays. he sends away the TARDIS because he knows he’ll take the easy way out, and step safely inside her doors.

not to mention the hard, in your face symbolism of the christmas town in trenzalore quite literally looking like it came right out of a fairy tale. visually, this is how the doctor wants to live, he wants the whimsical, to live like a storybook. he wants only the middle of the book, before the conflict, before the hero has to make a hard choice. but when he does achieve it, when he arrives in that fairy tale-esque town, it becomes the reality he’s chosen to live, with more responsibility, more bravery than this incarnation has ever shown. he’s rewarded for his nine centuries of responsibility because he’s no longer running towards the fantasy. he can separate the difference, and can find happiness in staying put. he ultimately becomes the heroic raggedy man amy idolised far too long, he’s earned the title, he’s become the doctor.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

HELLOOO, I discovered your blog yesterday and I just wanted to thank you for all the laughs and great content. I'm glad to see there are still active accounts appreciating the silly phone after all this time. 😭💞

Also, that one post with the unconventional Commander Tartar ships such as Tartar x Callie, Marie, Captain 3, etc, made me really happy because I enjoy redeemed Tartar x adult agent 8 and most people are reluctant to the idea of a redemption AU where he fixes his relationship with the Squidbeak Splatoon (which is okay!! I understand why it can make them unconfortable, but liking it can get a bit lonely sometimes, so it's always great to find people that respect it and are okay with it). :]

I also love your art and Commander Tartar design, as well as your vision of the professor!! Take care and have a very nice day. <33

I am finally responding to this after plenty of days have passed and I want to apologize for being so late 😔🙏 seriously, I am so sorry, dear anon.

💖 Wowie! What's this?! 💖

This is such a sweet message and rereading it makes me feel all giddy and joyous! Idek how to fully express my feelings 😭🫶 aaaa

I'm seriously overjoyed to have recieved such lovely words 😭💖💖💖

Thank you so much, kind anon, I appreciate it very much! Like super duper much!

I hope that you'll have a great weekend full of wonderful things coming your way :o] <3

[pardonmydelays]

AHHHHHHH GREEN FOLKMORE DRESS

hsehuehdheuduhebe GREEN FOLKMORE DRESS INDEED, I LITERALLY DIED CAUSE YOU GUYS WERE MANIFESTING AND IT WORKED!!!

[frereamour]

ultimately it's on me to think that something like 'i'm glad my mom died' with the kind of mainstream circulation it got had anything interesting to say about the family. it mostly seems to appeal to the 'narcissistic mother' crowd. for the people whose mothers were born with the narcissistic gene, something that's totally real, and which individualizes whatever abuse they experienced instead of locating it in the family form

[chrisbangs]

❤️‍🩹

[pmpwbrrs]

Idk if you've already answered something like this (or if you're ok w/ them, sorry if not) but what program/app do you use alongside brushes? Very incredibly tasty stuff ^_^ & also, better question I think since it needs to be asked more often: what type of music you listen to?

Hii <3 i love answering such questions. I love questions in general. And thank you!

i mainly use these brushes.

Sadly i don't have eng version on hand, but it just says that everything in red is inconsistent and I can change it a bit while i work. Also it says that the brush might look different if you use a really big canvas or a really small one. If you want the brush to look like mine, then note that i usually go for ~ 1280x720 canvas.

Regarding music.. I'm not really knowledgeable about genres. But i really like heavy metal and screams when I'm in the mood! Like slipknot or system of a down. And... Whatever KATAMARI has going on? I guess this is breakcore..... Also i like rock, indie rock, like Mother Mother, MSI, the front bottoms, etc

And i enjoy speedcore songs(Rebzyyx, goreshit), fast songs with a bunch of noise and general mess and often times stupid lyrics

But i also like calmer stuff, usually indie.. and electronic?? Sometimes pop music. Jack Stauber, Jack conte, Lemon Demon.. Cosmo Sheldrake, Scary Jokes, Sodikken

I'm easily sold to a song if it has some funky or weird sounds and unusual lyrics, and/or a story to tell. Or yelling. Or if it's really fast and maybe with stupid lyrics. Or it has something i find special ...or if i just find it good lol

Again, i don't really know genres, i just know the names of people whose songs i like, or just names of songs <3 thanks for asking!

[arthursfuckinghat]

I remembered seeing a while back that your horse Weetabix was named after cereal, so I had to look it up because I was curious (never heard of this brand, it's not available where I'm from lol) and I just bought some impulsively. So please tell me, how do you enjoy your Weetabix? Because it definitely looks pretty different from the cereal I'm used to!

Oh you're so sweet, I'm glad you asked!! Weetabix on its own is quite plain, but my favourite things to add are honey and a bit of cinnamon! Fruit also goes with it very well since it's a wheat-based cereal, full of fibre and vitamins! If you like sweet things, then a bit of sugar sprinkled on top is nice too <3

[missallblues]

intro thing or whatever

I plan to be a lil more active since it’s quieter here for me and I think it will do me some good ☝️☝️

anyway hi my name is Ernie , 21 , he/him lesbo, my likes vary from one piece to most manga (more specifically ones that cover into psychology horror -> I like fucked up families) , im semi a visual novel fan too so i will post sometimes about that as well 🫶 (there are plans to read umineko however idk when exactly that will be)

Because of my interests my discussions and likes will delve into the more unsavoury stuff they are all tagged (either with example: tw: incest or cw: incest) however if you want my untagged 🔞 blog please dm me!

Hope anybody enjoys their stay and my posts bring something to the table!

Have a nice day ❤️

special shout out to my girlfriend Mar he’s not on here but I’m doing it anyway cause I love him ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[deepestdelulu]

Girly Comfort Movies

Little collection of my favourite comfort movies (take with a grain of salt lol) <3

Legally Blonde (1 and 2)

the devil wears Prada

The Princess Diaries (1 and 2)

Little Woman

Clueless

Mean Girls (1 and 2)

Pride & Prejudice

Roman Holiday

Uptown girls

Marie-Antoinette

The Virgin Suicide

10 things I hate about you

Lady Bird

Jennifer’s Body

how to lose a guy in 10 days

American Psycho

A Cinderella Storie

Emma

Watching the detectives

La La Land

Peters to Juliette

Bling Ring

Fight Club

Dead poets society

13 going 30

The Notebook

Breakfast at Tiffanys

Sex and the city

Dear John

The breakfast club

Mamma Mia

Monte Carlo

Black Swan

Girl Interrupted

Pearl

Bridget Jones (ty @dionysus-drabbles 🫶🏻)

If you guys have any more suggestions and/or recommendations (maybe some shows and series as well!!), please feel free to share them with me in the comments!! <33

[luveline]

grumpy hotch x pregnant reader where he is just having an off day and the team calls reader in to deal with him and as soon she arrives in his office he just holds her and her belly as she scratches his scalp omg 🥹😭🫶🏻

You’re lounging in your husband's favourite chair with a book and an ice cold soda in your hand when your phone rings. You almost knock your tooth out pulling it up to your face without looking, wanting it to be Aaron, knowing it probably won’t be. Maternity leave can be excruciatingly boring. 

“Hello?” you ask. Your book slides down your bump. You pull it back up. 

“Hi, mom.”  

You grin to yourself. “Hi, Emily. Please tell me you’re calling because you miss me and you know I have cabin fever.” 

“I’m calling because someone misses you.” Her ire tone is unmissable and ever endearing. “I do miss you, I can’t wait for you to have your stinking baby and come back to work.” 

“That would be fun, right? We’ll get Hotch on paternity leave.” 

“It’s him I’m calling about.” 

“Is he okay?” you ask. You know if he were injured she would’ve mentioned that first. You’re not so scared of his being grumpy. 

“Moody as ever. I can’t believe I’m asking you to, but would you consider coming in for lunch? I’ll send a car, no walking, but he could really use it. He’s been biting off heads all morning.” Emily laughs down the line. “You’re the only one who can cheer him up.” 

It’s not true, but you are usually the quickest. You bid Emily goodbye with a promise to be there soon and get dressed, with no choice but to wear some maternity pants and a peplum blouse. Any excuse to see your haggard husband is one you’ll take. 

You look at your bump and you love the baby in there, but it feels weird sometimes to see yourself differently. If Aaron weren’t as nice about it as he is, you would’ve broken down by now; he’s sussed many breakdowns before they could begin, kissed fingertips and collars promising you’re just as pretty as always. And it’s reassuring, but it isn’t pretty that worries you. You’re a genuine walking beach ball right now. 

The car Emily promises is none other than Anderson himself. “He’s bullying you?” you ask him. 

He doesn’t say yes or no, but his smile is enough of a clue. You can’t get to the BAU quick enough (though you’re slower these days), pushing open the glass door with a tired sign. 

Spencer comes across you first by coincidence. “Hey!” he says, ushering you in for a hug, his cup of coffee hot behind your shoulder. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.” 

“He’s in a mood,” you say. Not without fondness. 

Spencer grimaces. “Sort of.” 

Emily attacks you from the side. “Thank god you’re here! I think he just told Morgan to go fuck himself,” she says under her breath. 

She’s just saying it to make you laugh, and it works. It’s vaguely out of character, but if you know Emily, you know she has a crass, often dirty-minded side, and it’s been a while since you’ve heard her swear. You’re still giggling when the door you’d been making your way to opens. 

Aaron emerges with an expression half bemusement and half confusion. “Honey?” 

“My love,” you say, too quiet for him to properly hear, but he can read lips just fine. 

He rushes in a very gentlemanly display down the steps to help you up them, but you’d only been going up them to see him, and you stop at the foot of them with your hand raised to his elbow. “Hey, handsome.” 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. 

“Nothing. Just missed you, wanted to have dinner, and I figured you couldn’t say no. You know.” You touch your tummy. “Considering.” 

He peers suspiciously past your head. “Yeah?” 

You look where he’s looking, find Emily and Spencer not so subtly turned away. You laugh again, pleased when the sound makes him smile. “Come on. Take me to your office.” 

He puts a hand behind your shoulders and leads you upstairs to his office. There are papers strewn haphazard across the front of the desk, his briefcase open and muddled, his pen lost within the mess. You’re smug knowing he’d been knee deep in paperwork but abandoned it all when he heard you laughing, like he just couldn’t miss it. 

“Let me sit you down,” he says. 

“Woah, slow your roll. Why are you stressed?” 

He blinks at you. “There’s a lot to do?” 

“Sure, but why are you stressed about me? I can sit down by myself.” 

He must look at you for five whole seconds without saying a word, and the door’s not closed, there’s no answer to your question, and then he takes you into his arms for a hug. “I know you can,” he says. 

It’s admittedly hard to hug him with the bump between you. You worry you’re hurting him as your cheeks press together, crushing his shoulders under your hands. 

He usually asks first, but he knows by now that you’re two halves of the same heart, two sides of the same coin, his hand slipping between you both to nudge aside your shirt and feel your stomach. 

You close your eyes. 

“Rough day?” you ask. 

“A lot to do…” His face moves down into your neck. 

You know what he wants, moving your hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers into his hair. “I can fix it,” you say sympathetically, beginning a gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp. 

“How’s that?” 

“If I go into labour right now, you get a reprieve.” 

“Honey, in the most loving sense possible, you going into labour now would not be ideal.” 

“It’s gonna happen one day, babe. And you’re gonna be just as busy then. You need to take less on or–”

“No, I know.” 

His hand slides still under your shirt to your hip, encouraging you away from him, his eyes flitting up and down your figure, checking you over. You let your hand fall to his shoulder, fingertips interested in the starchy fabric of a new suit. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly, dipping down to give you a kiss. His eyes are dark, so close. “That helped. What can I get you for dinner?” 

You give a fond, pitying smile. You’re not gonna get him out of this office today, that’s for sure. “Half your sandwich, probably.” 

He kisses you again. You take it for a thank you.