#forever vacation

[welcometogrouchland]

♫ I do what I want/Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun/I don't need anything from anyone ♫

(ID in Alt) you guys ever think about your own posts and get upset?? Anyway Damian Wayne I love you I'm so sorry your life is like that

[witchy-worm]

For @winchester-reload's summer art challenge. The first prompt was "Seaside" so I'm giving Dean the beach vacation he deserved

[iknowicanbutwhy]

@chipper-smol I couldn't get the thought out of my head of dragon loop flying on unfamiliar wings away from their problems because obviously that's why they have them haha ha ha

[wigglebox]

Destiel Hot Summer - Storm ⛈️

[crismakesstuff]

happy memories , happy family

redraw of these two images from the show !

The first one is from s2 and the other is from s1 (I hope we get to see a better quality version of it one day)

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

[irate muttering] Oscar: WELL, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT THEN?!? Client: Uhmmm, I’m not sure if you thought you were on mute or-… Oscar: I’m well aware I’m not on mute, dipshit. [giggling - shushing] [Oscar grumbled, slamming the doors between his office and the living room] Byrd: You good, dad? Oscar: I’m FINE-.. we’re going camping, everyone pack a bag! Wren: What, now? Oscar: Now, later, tomorrow-.. as soon as possible. I can’t be arsed with these bullshit fucking clients anymore-.. jesus christ. Byrd: Watch your profanity. [laughter] Oscar: You shouldn’t be playing that in front of these two. Robin: They-.. ough-.. asked me-.. ah shit, you distracted me! Wren: ROBIN DIIIIED-.. my turn!

[desultory-novice]

I have just been made aware of...this!!

...And yes, that is King Dedede with a full set of fingers, as seen in the Japanese commercial for Kirby's Pinball! (Love how Mr. Frosty looks like even more of a hater than Kracko there XD )

"But Dess," I hear some of you say, "that's weird and a little cursed but surely not that rare from the early days of Kirby?"

...You would think so, but it's funny. While Dedede did go gloveless a decent amount in the old days, his "hands" were usually depicted as squeezed tightly around his hammer (so you couldn't see distinct fingers) or as having the "mitten" shape his gloved hands have now.

Even Macho Dedede in Star Allies still has mitten hands after bursting through his gloves! And it's probably safe to say that HAL Labs decided the current interp of his hands should be penguin flippers + thumb, but it is interesting to see even a brief depiction of him where they went ahead and tried out a full set of fingers on him!

...Anyway that's it. That's the post.

[wordsinhaled]

more domestic vacation 'verse because it's apparently all i can think about now

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It has been... good, being here. Quieter. Easier. The clamor of billions of visitors to the Dreaming is muffled, in Hob's flat. The things that dream here are calm things. Thriving things. Old and cherished things.

Loved things.

Here, Morpheus too has felt like something that could perhaps be loved.

In the mornings, after Hob has left for work, Morpheus draws himself soundlessly up from the bed and pads on bare feet to the record rack that stands overfull with vinyls in the corner of Hob's living room. He touches each record there carefully, the faint visions of musicians and composers flitting ephemeral beneath his fingertips. He selects his musical accompaniment for the day by intuition alone.

This morning, he finds a little yellow note stuck to Hob's copy of The Cure's Disintegration:

"You'll like this one. Promise. —H"

Morpheus listens to it five times through in its entirety with a cathartic sort of anguish. Afterwards he perches on the couch wrapped up in the blanket Hob has slept beneath each night these two weeks. The cedar and vanilla notes in Hob's soap still linger in the fabric, like traces of an embrace Hob Gadling has never given him.

He has especially enjoyed sitting on the floor by the window in the warmest patch of sun, holding court with Hob's houseplants. A marble queen pothos hangs there, suspended near the ceiling, its cascading vines of happy heart-shaped leaves long enough to trail down around Morpheus' shoulders. A row of succulents and a purplish-red bromeliad in a brightly enameled pot live lined up on the sill.

Morpheus gathers them all in his awareness, greets their leaves gently with the backs of his knuckles, speaks to them the way he speaks to all growing things. They whisper their daydreams to him in return, telling him tales of jungle and desert, and of the loving voice that sings songs to them each time they are watered.

Morpheus wonders what Hob Gadling sings, what he hums under his breath.

I would be sung to thus, he thinks. But would you sing to me, my friend?

He sits for long hours in the companionable silence. Lulled by the rhythm of verdant stories, he relishes the sun-warmth banking in the soft black cotton of his shirt, and feels some unnamed tension deep within himself begin to unravel.

Morpheus had not expected this from his stay with Hob. This comfort. This easiness between them.

How it has sunk into him and become something he could, in some version of the universe, come to require.

So, when on the eve of his fourteenth day Hob says, "I don't want you to go," Morpheus is surprised to find that the wistful note Hob cannot quite keep out of his voice finds a sympathetic echo in his own thoughts.

"I—" Morpheus begins.

It is rare that he does not find the ending of a sentence already laid out for him. Yet what is its proper conclusion? I also do not wish to go away from you is futile. An impossibility. He has a kingdom. A realm. A responsibility.

"You feel it too," Hob says. "Don't you?"

Morpheus does not need to breathe in the waking world. He does not need a heartbeat. These are paltry mortal necessities; mortal vulnerabilities. And yet he knows, suddenly, the kick of the heart against the ribs and the catch of a gasp in the lungs of his recalcitrant body. It pinions him to the moment.

"Hob," he manages to say. For a brief second, he is unmade and remade again by the hope in Hob Gadling's face.

"Dream. My dearest friend. I've been wrong before." Hob's eyes are wide and earnest. His voice is honey-soft and strong. He is wiser than Morpheus can aspire to be. "If I'm wrong about this, tell me, please."

"You were not wrong before," Morpheus says. "And you are not wrong now."

[chipsahoyforyaboi]

Serving looks this week fr fr

[dramaism]

Are you tired? If you want to end it, then knock me out. All right, Ms. Do. You asked for this.

Do Ha Na & So Mun The Uncanny Counter 2: Counter Punch (2023)

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 4.12 Swipe Left

[disneyrares]

[moonshynecybin]

when affluent white people talk about just picking up and leaving the usa for other countries that are ALSO going through a shift towards right wing politics and fascism it is so plainly clear to me what they actually want to do is live an apolitical life

[crisp-art]

@ Costa del Sol 😎 wishing a certain flower girl or blonde trooper were there though..

[tu-es-gegg]

pt 2 to the favela five!!! (tazercraft here)

(again back at it again with teh balling,

felps i loVE a lot when i saw his tattoos i coudl only think of markings and liek i settled on somethign liek an inkblot or watermarble effect on his skin. i originally wanted to give him circuitry liek a cyborg but itd be too similar to pac's so i settled with somethin else

cellbit's love for puzzles i LIKE, so give him the title of detective adventurer, sherlock holme lone swordsman type beat when hes on teh move, when i look at it from afar it do kinda look liek robin hood but we're gonna ignore that

forever was tough to figure out bro wearing nothing adn has even mroe nothing under there so i gave that little leaf a bit mor eprominance, the green is good to contrast the red and warmth, adn i also think its a kinda reminder of brunin, also braid i love that detail, a bit of mirroring with how i draw philza witha little braid too

[cheapbananas]

THEY COULD'VE HAD A STUDIO APARTMENT IN SOME MAJOR CITY! THEY COULD'VE HELD EACH OTHER IN THE WINTER AND DECORATED FOR CHRISTMAS TOGETHER! THEY COULD'VE WALKED TO THE GROCERY STORE SIDE BY SIDE! THEY COULD'VE COME HOME TO EACH OTHER AFTER A LONG DAY! THEY COULD'VE BEEN SO DOMESTIC PLEASE THEY COULD'VE BEEN HAPPY PLEASE BUT THAT GODDAM CANON HAD TO GO RUIN IT WTF!!!!! THEY COULD'VE COOKED EACH OTHER SOUP WHEN THE OTHER WAS SICK!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?????! THEY COULD'VE HAD QUIET DAYS!