#for myself 🤧

[littlemut]

it’s cold & flu season y’all…..

[mobius-m-mobius]

"It's the most simple relationship — and also the most complicated. On the simple side, they're two beings who love each other. On the complicated side, they're about as opposite as possible."

[fizzytoo]

[duusheen]

Sterling thought it was time for Hope to meet her parents, so he organized a backyard barbecue and invited them over for lunch. Everything went smoothly (except for Dora being high at the party), and Sterling surprised everyone getting down on one knee and asking Hope to be his wife. Again 🥺💖

[rozzsum]

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes / Then There Was You by Calum Scott

[0rchidm4ntis]

Papa bat and his baby bat 🦇

Inspired by the photo below:

[stlamb]

losing my mind over these 90s platforms i just bought myself

[rebouks]

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[vomiting] … Brynn: Is supposed to me be throwing up, not you. [Wyatt hummed, slightly flustered by his reaction; it was supposed to be the other way around] Brynn: Are you frightened? [Wyatt huffed a half-hearted scoff through his nose, frightened was an understatement-.. he was petrified] Brynn: Is normal to be scared, I think. Wyatt: Hm… Brynn: You never once think about creating a family? Wyatt: I didn’t plan on having children, no. Brynn: Why not? Wyatt: What do I know about parenthood? I had three terrible examples-.. I’m selfish, depraved, emotionally faulty… Brynn: You are not usually so unkind to yourself. Wyatt: I’m more than fine with who I am, but that doesn’t mean I think it wise to raise another me. Wyatt: I don’t feel things the way I’m meant to, Brynn-.. how the hell am I supposed to bring someone up right if I’m not right? Brynn: I not think you give yourself enough credit. You feel things for me, don’t you? Wyatt: That’s an anomaly. Brynn: I think over time it won’t be such an anon-.. amon-.. I can’t say that word, but maybe it’ll feel more normal to you in time? Is nothing more special than having a baby. Wyatt: There isn’t-.. but I don’t know the first thing about being a father. Brynn: I not know how to be a mother either, at least we are lost together! Wyatt: I prefer having a map… Brynn: Hm, life does not come with a map-.. I recently accept that I am not so great at thinking things through, and you are not so great at feelings, right? So, maybe we are perfectly mismatched for a baby. [Lost in thought, Wyatt fell silent; perhaps Brynn had a point…] Brynn: What did you want when you were tiny? [Wyatt squinted, unsure how to respond] Brynn: I never feel loved, seen or safe when I was small, is what I’ve tried-.. and mostly failed to find since. [Wyatt chewed at his lip absently; he understood what Brynn was getting at, but surely it wasn’t that simple] Brynn: Come on! What did small Wyatt wish for? Wyatt: I suppose I just wanted to be wanted. [Brynn grabbed Wyatt’s wrist and tugged him toward her, gently placing his hand against her stomach] Brynn: You tell me you not want this? [Brynn held Wyatt’s gaze unwaveringly, waiting; though she already knew the answer] [Wyatt never thought he’d have a child, but he didn’t not want one either-.. perhaps that was why it was so terrifying] Wyatt: [furtively] No-.. I do. Brynn: Then you are already better than my father, and yours…

[anonymouscheeses]

I just wantdd to share my fic. Its becoming way longer than i orginaky intendded for it to be but thats the work of writing i guess 😭

This is an angsty one, exprct absolute HURT. And then the comfort cz im not a monster 😎

(I LOVE GLASSHEART SMM RAHHH 🫶🫶)

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Pick your favourite pet name (Discord Drabble) I'm sending a bowl of soup and some cozy sweetness to anyone feeling sick and/or some post-Christmas blues today

"Stevie?" Eddie coos, tip-toeing into the bedroom, a bowl of soup in his hands.

There's no answer, only the sounds of Steve's throaty and wet breathing emanating from the big pile of blankets on his bed where only greasy wisps of his usual coif stick up every which way.

Eddie rounds the bed to the side he presumes he'll find at least some of his boyfriend's face. And sure enough, Steve is there, wide awake and frowning.

Eddie clenches his jaw. Steve really is a horrid patient.

"Here, sweetheart," he says, holding out the bowl.

It's Wayne's special recipe. One that Eddie knows by heart and, if he's being honest, it's probably the only thing he knows how to make without fail (or nearly burning down Mrs Harrington's kitchen).

"Chicken noodle," he adds, offering a tight-lipped smile.

Steve rolls his eyes and unfurls the mountains of bedding to sit up.

It takes him a minute to detangle himself, grumbling and fussing all the way with a frustrated expression. At least Eddie doesn't think Steve is in too much pain. It's impossible to tell where his annoyance ends and his sickness begins.

All Eddie knows is that Steve doesn't like being sick, let alone bedridden and surrounded by discarded tissues, glasses of water and a bottle of cough mixture.

"Spoon?" he demands, giving the bowl of soup his bitchy stink-eye even though he is clearly hungry.

A positive sign, Eddie thinks as he hands over the cutlery and a napkin.

Steve all but snatches it from him, a look of pure misery on his face as he makes a grabby hand for the food.

"There you go, sugarplum," he soothes, handing the bowl over steadily.

Steve merely grunts in thanks as he settles the bowl on his blanket-covered lap and scoops up a spoonful. A look of relief washes over Steve as he gulps the warm, hearty food down, his frown dissipating with each mouthful.

"Feelin' better, honey-baby?" he asks after a long while of nothing but the sound of Steve's slurping.

"Yeah," Steve nods, finally looking him in the eye.

"Good," he smiles, reaching to run a hand through Steve's hair.

It's all tacky and clumped together with dried sweat. He'll have to help him wash it later. Or at least supervise a shower. He thinks that in his grumpy state, Steve might be even more adamant than usual that Eddie not touch his hair.

"Love you, babydoll," he continues.

Steve hums, leaning into his touch. He quickly abandons the bowl on the nightstand and wriggles back down under the covers.

"Cuddles?" Steve asks, his voice lighter now even if his eyes still have him looking like the world's saddest puppy dog.

"Sure thing, Big Boy."

[gen4grl]

you would think after all the yapping i do about these losers i would have a plethora of art uploaded … no… so here is my first kantrio post lol

i did these over the last month while watching the olympic weightlifting and jamming to kpop (stan red velvet and kiss of life BTW!!!)

[idon-twannabeperceived]

Every day i wake up and cry because i am reminded that school, movies, shows and the internet made me learn the MOST FLAVORLESS AND BORING ENGLISH ACCENT MOTHER WHY.

Every time i hear nigerian/jamaican/scotish English accents it makes me want to scream until my insides bleed bc WHY DID EVERYTHING HAVE TO SOUND USAMERICAN BACK IN SCHOOL GOD KILL ME🙏

[shima-draws]

Commissions are open! 🎉

At long last my commissions are finally open again!! If you’d like to commission me please click the link below to view my commissions site c:

I’ve gone and added a couple new commission types so be sure to check them out ;) And if you have any questions feel free to send an ask or DM me!

If you can’t afford to commission me that’s totally okay! If you still want to support me, reblogs of this post are super appreciated <3

Looking forward to working with you all 🥰

[sleepymarimo]

why do we love characters so, so much and then imagine them in the most sad, angsty scenarios possible and mull about the pain 😭

[yugimoto]

my silly pride fit from yesterday! it looks a little frumpy cause it rained but I still had fun!