#first pictures I've posted on here

[anarcho-masochist]

[polarades]

Anxiety

Fanart of @canisalbus' characters! I love these two a lot, I hope I did them justice!

[askgardenerwoods]

hi Emma! Who do you consider your friends do you have a crush on anybody?

" For crushes... "

[msphagime]

Drawing shirtless men/merwaine/merleon in my lectures has blessed me with an aced midterm, I think

By god, I should draw Leon shirtless more often

[smile-files]

henry ledore in the real world

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Horse Yaoi trotted so Horsegirl Yuri could fly.

[cementcornfield]

https://x.com/oliviaraytv/status/1792351489773752635?s=46&t=4nsvGMTnbYsCN_2D0a2rJg

Joe and Ja’Marr worked out together 😭 I know it’s not that special but Joe did asked Ja’Marr when he was ready

Actually me and Joe threw one time in California. I actually took a trip to go take a chance to go see him and hang with him for a time. And that was our first time throwing after, I think that was his fourth session when he first started to throw. So I caught him early.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I think I need that "Wow, I haven't stubbed my toe in five months! I was then shot fifty-seven times." Audio again

[oatberrytea]

[pathological-runaway]

Alef can still recall the quiet evenings in Isle, the sun going down over the endless ocean and the streets below emptying slowly, colourful tents filling with laughter and lively chatting as the residents joined their friends and families for dinner. They remember melancholy in the air and fragments of ancient songs wafted by the gentle wind all the way to the Temple, replaced with bittersweet silence once they came to an end.

you can read the fic here or below the cut

Alef can still recall the quiet evenings in Isle, the sun going down over the endless ocean and the streets below emptying slowly, colourful tents filling with laughter and lively chatting as the residents joined their friends and families for dinner. A few birds chirped in the distance, getting ready to go to sleep, too. Alef remembers the small flowers that used to grow near the Temple closing up for the night and the ground getting cooler as the rays of the tired sun grew weaker and weaker, stepping aside for the darkness of the night to take its turn reigning over the grassy slopes.

Alef can recall looking down from the top of the hill at the village, their hair and cape dancing shyly in the summer breeze. They remember melancholy in the air and fragments of ancient songs wafted by the gentle wind all the way to the Temple, replaced with bittersweet silence once they came to an end. They recollect the way their chest would tighten sometimes when, standing or sitting there on the grass, they asked themself why, or how, or what.

Alef remembers a voice or a hand on their shoulder that would always make them jump in surprise, a kind smile or a worried frown. The very same “How are you doing?” day after day after day that somehow never failed to catch them off guard, followed by an answer from their part that was a lot too short to be truth yet too simple to really count as a lie. Alef recalls standing by the Elder’s side as they contemplated their realm or watching from afar as they fed the birds and hoping that maybe, just maybe, it will all work out in the end.

They cannot, try as they might, remember the Elder’s eyes — the only thing about those quiet evenings that their mind has blotted out over time. But little does it matter now that there are no more sunsets in Isle, no more colourful tents. Now that the voice or the hand on their shoulder is but part of a memory as distant as a dream that perhaps never happened at all, Alef’s vivid imagination inventing a story too good to have ever been true.

They still have a vague recollection of turning around or walking up to Daleth and asking them to tell them something — anything — and listening to them until the last sunbeams faded, gasping at unexpected turns in the stories and laughing at the Elder’s jokes, picturing in their mind the younger versions of people they could barely believe had once been young. And it was easier, in a way, to go to bed thinking about what used to be instead of what was yet to come — instead of what they were supposed to bring about.

Alef remembers thinking everything was difficult back then, remembers hoping that it would get easier. Alef knows now that they were a foolish child, believing such rubbish, and, when the castle is empty and the sun has set below the horizon, wishes in secret to get to see a quiet evening in Isle once again.

[stardestroyer81]

Today, I had the distinct honor of getting up close and personal with two beautiful Valais Blacknose sheep— Lucky and London!

Valais Blacknose sheep are an incredibly hard species to come by; originating all the way over in Switzerland (Which is where Lucky and London are from), there are approximately twenty in our state alone. They're unofficially known as 'the cutest sheep in the world' (Aside from me), and trust me when I say these two boys were absolute sweethearts! 💖💖💖

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent images I suppose ~

[formal-frog-shoes]

Twiststuck stuff i just wanna get out

Im a huge Cater multi-shipper

Normally this wouldn't be a problem

BUT I CAN'T HAVE ALMOST EVERYONE IN THIS AU HAVE A FLUSH OR PALE CRUSH ON HIM THAT'S ABSURD!!!

[jichanxo]

how it started:

how it's going:

[neverendingford]

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[gowns]

"October 23 [2023]. North G. “The most violent night since October 7” By October 20, Israel has dropped what amounts to 1/5 of a nuke on the strip. Tonight is the most destructive bombing witnessed."

-- https://www.instagram.com/mariambarghouti/