#hand on the

[spaciebabie]

I feel like trying the fluster thing. Less of a fic and more like s-pov (spacie point of view) bullet points ^^ *So let's say you for what ever reason you are harboring Springtrap in your home.

*Maybe he's still a child killer, maybe he's not. You're not really sure. You just know that he was pathetic enough with his begging that you let him into your home.

*Trust isn't earned easily. You initially don't like having your back to him and he tries to lighten the mood by telling you stories about his business adventures.

*The two of you end up talking a lot as time goes on. You end up buying little puzzles and contraptions for him because you know he likes solving things and he makes your house look nicer for you; picking flowers, vacuuming, doing laundry.

*Minus the smell of mildew that's permeated your house since he's been there, the house hasn't looked so spotless. And the games you play with him makes laughter fill the home.

*One morning you're groggily making yourself breakfast after having a really shitty day at work, the previous day, and for the first time you feel fuzzy old arms wrap around your shoulders, and a weight hang against your back. You don't push him away.

*"You should rest some more. Go on. I can take care of this." You just nod as you feel hot breath against your neck and you slip out of his loose hold and go "relax" in the living room. You didn't relax because you were internally screaming about being flustered.

*Soon you were initiating little touches with him. Holding his hand during a sad part of a movie. Hugging him when you get home. Leaning your head against his shoulder when your tired but don't want to sit down yet.

*In turn he'd pull you in on the couch while you watched tv together. He'd brush your hair out of your face and behind your ear; staring at you a little too long before with drawing his hand from your face. Putting his hand on your knee as he listened to your work stories intently.

*Then one night, it was extremely stormy. It made the house creak and moan like the world was determined to pull it off its foundation. You both couldn't really sleep being too nervous by the storm. You don't know who offered or who asked, but the two of you snuggled together in your bed.

*Springtrap holding you close to his chest like he's holding the only thing that can comfort him. You holding him because it's nice to be wanted.

THE END ^^

oh my god

[asoftspotforangels]

some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

[hattersarts]

Your mother will have justice, I swear it.

[un-pearable]

dear universe give me ten billion dollars and infinite free time and indestructible hands so i can do every hobby ever

say hi to knuckles everyone

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[ashwantsafreepalestine]

To all my American friends, the time is now.

Please, execute a BOMBARDMENT. Call your representatives!

[smoliboops]

[aestheteasteria]

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

[the-eccentric-eclectic]

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

[catlaila]

justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo

[milkcryptid]

do people have no shame anymore?

[sleepyminty]

Timebomb-Jayvik dynamic is so funny bc we have:

Begrudgingly acknowledge each other despite that one time Ekko haggle the fuck out Jayce and Jayce accidentally polluted the underground

Two strikes and they started throwing slurs at each other

[heilos]

I am so hype for the I Don't Want To Be A Magical Girl animatic pilot @kianamaiart is in the process of making right now. Something just clicked in my brain where I had to make an elaborate piece of fanart with these amazing character designs the second I saw them, so I took the opportunity to sit down and finally learn Clip Studio Paint properly. Logo was made by kianamaiart and julietran.jpg on instagram. I just cropped out the solid background color for this fan poster to give it some extra flair. Kiana, you're a phenomenal artist and person and I can't wait to see what you've got in store with this project. I hope you like this as much as I enjoyed making it. :)

[gayvampyr]

and my personal favorite:

i love getting validation as a lefty but also learning about new fun ways it continues to suck

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know