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[heyitsphoenixx]

no one talk to me ever again I have died one hundred times over

[teaboot]

IM LOSING MY FICKING MINDDD

[a-dragons-journal]

I'm so glad that the image currently representing our community is me ripping open a trash can

[bleed-more]

... My taste in men is deteriorating

[clownsuu]

Don’t mind me just have some doodles-

Cw the spooky (?)

[phlurrii]

So it’s only been a week, but if thou has been curious as to where I went, it’s transformers brain rot. Like, hard, transformers brain rot. I have been having SO much bloody fun diving back into this series and TFone was just the catalyst XD

Anyways, prepare for random doodle dumps of robots, they have my full attention and I’m thriving. Though it’ll just be scattered drawings with my thoughts, I’m planning to pivot the majority of my hyperfixation into a fic on AO3 or something. Cats will still be on their throne dw, but I’m enjoying the break to just draw what I want for a bit cuz man those last two updates ate me alive. We’re doing stupid doodles for a while XD

That and uh..

…Uh…

….I’ve surrounded myself with bad influences.

[tiltingheartand]

genuinely the fact that buck has found someone who gives him the biggest fucking hearteyes, not in spite of his unhinged-ness but because of it, because that’s part of who buck is and tommy loves all of buck, is just. making me feel some kind of way.

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

[monsterhunterthings]

trying to learn the ancient forest map like

[fanaticsnail]

I made the mistake of starting to watch Yellowstone in a bid to rid myself of the blues, yet here I sit: transfixed and envisioning modern Cowboy Rosinante with amnesia working as a horse trainer on your family's ranch.

He doesn't know who he is, but he is exceptional with animals. He has a way with the creatures your land inhabited that no one else ever did. Not your Dad, not your brothers, and certainly not you.

The newest stallion your father purchased from auction was said to be unbreakable, but there he sat: shirtless with his leather hat curled atop his golden locks, back scarred and marred from a past long since hidden from him, whispering praises in Spanish into the beast's ear as he sat atop his saddle.

Birthing a breach calve with ease, fishing with your nephews in the ravine, giving you that soft smile in the silvery reflection while he shaved his cheeks with a straight razor: Rosinante was all softness and sweetness. He never knew what to say, so he said nothing at all. His expressions spoke a thousand whispers that his tongue could ever say. His eyes spoke volumes, and you were a keen listener.

The melodies in his hazel gaze from across the barn sung to your soul. You wanted him, he wanted you: but his respect for your family and the ranch stopped him from his pursuit. If only he'd ask for your father's permission to court you properly instead of ogling you from across the way...

...and if he only stopped taking you aside and romancing you with those soft caresses in the dark...

[amayradraws]

Scary woman and her big ass key husband

[kai-in-the-korner]

fellas… part 5 (HELP)

[the-ordinary-doctor]

|God, why is my stupid fucking post about eating shredded cheese for 0 reason the most popular post ive ever made on this blog for an OC i have but rarely ever use-| |WHY DID THE COLLECTIVE TUMBLR BRAINCELL GO "oh, post about cheese? REBLOG AND LIKE MM YES I TOO LVOE CHEESE"| |I DID NOT INTEND FOR THE CHEESE POST TO BECOME THE SOLE REASON WHY THIS SIDEBLOG IS INNATELY ALIVE-|

[selfinserttothestars]

@midnightmah07 help me I was looking through my camera roll and found this drawing that I did in September

What are they arguing about? Why is Grim losing the argument? Who is Daisy sending this selfie todjhshdcjvks???

[balladofareader]

Petition to rename Hawthorne House to Freakthorne House

[eijisangel]

Listennn- waking up to kiri going to town between your legs like a buffet is truly sending me dimensionally rn 🙃

You wake up drenched and gasping as his tongue works wonders on your clit, your hands immediately finding purchase in his hair.

“Gmornin’ darlin’, sorry I couldn’t help myself,” he says between licks, arms locked around your thighs. It doesn’t take long for you to be shaking through your first release, his eyes dark as he promises he’s not through with you.