#gotta recharge

[pinkyjulien]

I've been all caught up in a big commission so I'm not around as much- still see y'all awesome pics and I try to queue them up when I can/have the energy to do so hgfhghf B U T I'm still around UwU I'll resume activity SOON TM

[lineffability]

okay friends i tried to write. i went into the doc. but the hangover was stronger than me today. it's 1am and i need to rest

[pieachi]

I come on here every 6 months to make sure I still feel the whimsy

[mistawolfie]

“Shuro! You can use ninjutsu? Can you show me?!”

“Sure.”

[fanofthelamb]

If Nari's kissing booth is still open, I toss a lamb in for consideration! Their name is Lairei. They wouldn't turn down any kisses, hugs, or whatever Nari wanted from them :3 They're a bit cocky tbh but would put it aside for a bit

put it aside long enough to maybe act out a few lines for him?

[zhongrin]

if you see this, and you're about to sleep (like me), i hope we both get a good rest and our f/os visits us in our dreams ᰔᩚ

if you're just starting your day, good luck and i hope your day will be good and filled with positive things coming straight to your way ᰔᩚ

and if you're in the middle of your day, i hope you're given strength to tackle the remaining hours before you can kick back and relax ᰔᩚ

[jammyjams1910]

It’s the munchkin’s BIRTHDAYYY 🎉🎉🎉

(IK THIS IS LATE IM SORRYYYY I PROCRASTINATE TOO MUCH 😭😭)

@beatrixblog @the-tr33s-have-eyes ehehehe

[lemon-wedges]

its that time again

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @wikiangela 😘

Haven’t had the brain capacity to get much writing done since Friday, but I did manage to tippity type a little something something for LA Lonely 🏙️ . So have some of Buck’s inner self deprecating thoughts.

Prev snippet here

As the weekend rolls into Monday, Buck tries not to think about Eddie but somehow the guy has burrowed under his skin, an itch that Buck can’t scratch. He finds himself doing a double take at every fit, 6 foot brunette man that he encounters while on a call, both disappointed and relieved that they aren’t who he’s hoping for.

Not that he’s hoping to run into Eddie again. The guy didn’t leave his number or take Buck’s, and Buck’s been playing this game for so long he knows what that means. Because Buck is only good for one night, maybe a weekend if he’s lucky. No one wants to take a chance on him.

He’s used to it, so he doesn’t understand why he can’t get Eddie out of his head. The sex was good - incredible actually - and Eddie was hot. And kind. And his smile could light up an entire room. And Buck really needed to get a grip.

Eddie had his fun and then he left. Just like everyone else.

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Also sorry if I forgot anyone .. there’s been a few url changes and it’s gotten a bit confusing 🫤

[ezlo-x]

having commissions closed atm feels so weird especially since I've been consistently doing them for a while. its like....i should be doing something...

[faefrosting]

Breaktime from art for a bit, gotta recharge, almost done with page five! was drawing it out while watching ocean documentaries last night :]]

[theragamuffininitiative]

One of the best things about the star wars universe is that pretty much any unexplained circumstance or continuity issue can be explained by "the force does what it wants."

I just rewatched Revenge of the Sith and the Kenobi series and some things bothered me until I thought, "the force did it." It's there in the script why Obi-Wan couldn't kill Anakin, but why did he leave Anakin to burn to death instead of trying to save him? The force told him Anakin would use the last of his own power to kill Obi-Wan if he tried and that was the only outcome - he literally couldn't save him, all he could do was walk away. Why do force-wielding characters often use the force for some things but not others? The force requires a certain amount of concentration and charge, you can expend yourself quickly. Pull the decoy ship back to ground but powerless to stop the real one two seconds later bc you overreached. Drag a man through fire but can't stop him being carried away from it bc you exhausted yourself (plus you hate sand) and the fire might have just distracted you too. Etc.

[pluviophile-imagines]

It’s long past sundown when you and Tetsurou return to his apartment. Your legs are aching; the shoes you wear are one of your most comfortable pairs, but there’s little that shoe choice can do when you’re on your feet for the whole day.

A pair of hands comes to your shoulders to help you out of the coat you’re wearing, and you help them along happily, grateful for the assist. The moment your arms are freed you let out an exaggerated sigh, heels clicking on the hardwood as you dart for the couch and then throw yourself onto it. From the door, where he’s shrugging off his own coat, your boyfriend snickers.

“Take off your shoes at least, you heathen.”

Lifting your head just enough to see him over the arm of the couch, you pout and lift a foot. “You try taking these things off. Do you see how many straps there are?”

He bends to undo his own dress shoes. “Why did you wear them, then?”

“They’re comfortable.” You let your head fall back again, into the pile of pillows covered in black cat hair and smelling wonderfully of Tetsurou. Your eyes flutter closed as you sigh. “And they look nice. The straps are for show.”

Just as your leg is beginning to get tired and you’re about to let it fall back to the couch, a big hand catches the ankle. You startle a little, eyes flying open again to find that Tetsurou has approached the couch. His grip wraps around your ankle as he lifts your leg up a little further, his other hand coming up to begin dealing with the many straps you’d just complained about.

“What are you doing?” There’s laughter in your voice, a little breathy—in the barely lit apartment he strikes a handsome silhouette standing above you like this, tall and broad-shouldered, with the removal of his suit jacket revealing a crisp white button-up that fits him well. His hand is warm even through the stockings you’re wearing.

“You asked me to take them off,” he responds easily.

Long, lithe fingers deftly undo each one. The shoe loosens upon your foot until Tetsurou can remove it entirely, grey eyes staring down at where you lay propped up on your elbows. He sets it down carefully on the arm of the couch, but keeps his grip on your foot steadfast.

“I was being rhetorical.”

“Just let me spoil you.” His thumb is rubbing circles into your ankle as he grins down at you.

“By taking off my heels?”

“Mm-hmm.” He bends down, quick as a flash, to peck at your stocking-clad leg, lips pressing there-and-gone against your shin just above your ankle. And then he eases your leg down, just slightly, before guiding it and the rest of your body to turn as he steps around the couch to face you. “I’m being a gentleman.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”

Pausing in his movement, he raises an eyebrow. “You don’t like it?”

“Never said that.” You rush to sit up and he lets go of your foot to let you.

Moments later, however, he surprises you by sinking to his knees. The motion makes you gasp under your breath; a noise you’re not entirely sure he hears, not when he’s busying himself with your remaining shoe.

You can feel the heat of him now, with how close you are. On instinct you reach out to lace your fingers in his messy hair, and he lets out a quiet, content little noise in acknowledgement, almost subconsciously pressing back into your touch.

The second heel is off faster. He places it next to its twin, rising up and reaching out with that huge wingspan, though his hand still doesn’t leave your newly bare foot. It pinches at the hosiery covering your skin, pulling the mesh fabric off just enough for you to feel it. You expect him to get up; join you on the couch, or perhaps lead you back to the bedroom to get ready for bed. Instead, he shuffles up closer—still on the floor, hand still at your ankle—and bends down to press a kiss just above your knee, right beneath the hem of your dress, and then lays his head in your lap.

He sighs a little. You feel his hand tracing up your leg until his fingers catch the crook of your knee, thumb coming around to rub at the other side through your stocking.

“‘M so tired,” he all but groans into the fabric of your dress, and you give a quiet laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious, we saw too many people today. If I have to interact with another person in the next forty-eight hours I might have a breakdown.”

“And whose fault is that, hm? Whose friends were they?”

At your teasing voice, he lifts his gaze to pout up at you through his lashes.

You laugh again, reaching down and pressing your palms to his cheeks, tilting his head further up towards you so that you can lean down and peck his nose.

“Does your social interaction ban include me?”

That pout deepens. He pulls away from your hold to bury his face in your lap again, hand trailing up your thigh and then over to wrap his arm around your legs so securely you can barely move them. When it speaks, the words are one again muffled by the fabric of your dress, and they make warmth bloom in your chest.

“Absolutely not. If I couldn’t be around you I think I’d die. You restore me.”

[cadathecat]

i don't care if the sun is going down,, i WILL find every drop of sun in this house.. you can't stop me..

[thatmooncake]

Trick or treat!

He has glitter glue! (…and not much else as long as Moon hides the candy…)

[boopshoops]

💬 (for anyone >:])

People always called Jocia rough around the edges. Tough, rude even.

Eh, maybe she was.

So the raised brows and curious glances weren't exactly abnormal when she got on the ice. She could tell the strangers and even familiar faces didn't think someone like her was suited for something as 'elegant' as figure skating. Half the time she didn't have to assume, they would question her outright.

She thought they were stupid for judging her, so she never cared...much. Some part of her couldn't necessarily blame them, given her reputation at school. Always getting into trouble. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

Blades were still blades. Even if they were just on her skates... or somethin' or other, she wasn't poetic. Was it really so far out there?

"JOCIA!" Coach called from outside the rink, voice laced with irritation as always. The teen had simply learned to get used to it, "WHERE'S YOUR PARTNER?"

"Zack's not here today. He's sick," Jocia responded bluntly, snapped out of her train of thought. She narrowed her eyes in her coaches' direction. The girl dug the pick of her skate into the ice, quickly coming to a stop where her coach stood on the other side of the glass. The others continued their warm-ups behind her.

He swore under his breath, turning his head away from her as to avoid eye contact. Avoid her entirely. She was the only one he did that with. He learned very quickly not to barrage her with bullshit. She was NOT afraid to yell back, and she had very quickly become the other student's shield. It was just figure skating, dude. Fucking relax.

As he went to direct his anger to his more obedient students, Jocia began skating again with a steady rhythm. Bastard always excused it as 'tough love' or some shit, so did the parents, but Jocia knew that excused nothing.

Besides, she always put a lot of effort in to make sure he didn't sour her limited time here or anyone elses.

'It was JUST figure skating' was kinda hypocritical coming from her of all people...

She took a breath, feeling the cool air whisp past her face and brush her hair out of her eyes with a gentle touch, calming any bubbling fire that roared under the surface due to her coaches frequent outbursts. This was comfort to her. No one could get under her skin here, no matter how hard they tried. The hot and cold always cancelled each other out.

The words of everyone around her, the white noise, everything became obsolete compared to the sounds of her blade cutting into the ice beneath her. The teen picked up speed.

And at that moment it felt like she was flying.

Nothing else existed or mattered.

If that was flying, then when she did her first lutz, she soared.

Three revolutions in the air during the jump, cold whipping past her yet guiding her every move to the tiniest detail. From her toes to the very tips of her fingers.

Sure, maybe a blade was still a blade. A weapon. A tool made to cut or dig. She had never been the picture of grace,

But something so brutal could still create something beautiful.

A dance of fire and ice. An equilibrium.

Was it really so far out there that something like this was made for someone just like her?

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