#i love you Illinois

[vacuously-true]

Come on look at this 😭 don't you get it 😭

people looooove to act like the ocean is so special and sexy. "ohhh it's so wide open you can see seven miles to the horizon!" yeah illinois is like that too. "you can see the curve of the earth!!" i've seen it over harvested cornfields in illinois. "but there's waves on the ocean!" corn has waves too. there's even eldrich creatures as yet unidentified by biologists living in the corn. you're not special, ocean. you're not special.

[kenneduck]

RIP Pickles… (11/25/2020-6/29/2024)

You were my OG seal… and you didn’t deserve to get ripped apart by my washer today. I will forever remember the comfort you brought me after my septoplasty. Your brothers and I will forever miss you… have fun in seal heaven. 🌸💕

[sangcounty]

Love in the Prairie State

[cozylittleartblog]

they invented a new kind of tired you only feel after doing an artist alley

[rawpastamoth]

From a few days ago - Homestar's trip to Chicago! I brought him along to the windy city to see the TMBG concert there! It was an awesome time (except for the fact that everywhere we wanted to go was closed except Jolibees. Lol)

Oh and here's a video of my terrible Homestar impression

This video + a lot of these photos were taken by my brother so shout out to him!

[rubbish78]

bros headbanging together (x)

[kaboomthepossum]

Weekend in Western Illinois Drawing

Hello bestiesss! It is I, Kaboom, once again bringing you your 9th instalment of ‘drawing TMG songs for the vibes’

So. I’m really really sorry I haven’t done one for so long - I’ve been insanely busy but I’m gonna get working on some more soon

I got an anon request to do this alllll the way back in April so if that was you here it is haha! I have wanted to do this for agesss since it’s such a lovely song and I love drawing dogs!

I am actually super proud of this one, I love the song and I think (I hope) I did it justice!

[c0nnectdots]

(  harris dickinson  .  agender  .  they/them  )  .    ⸻  maksym "mak" kisková  ,  a  twenty-six year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  twenty-six years  .  the  snake in the grass  is  known  for  being  persistent  and  apathetic  and  is  often  associated  with  a smile on your face doesn't mean your kind, it's just a way of showing your skeleton and that you're human, too ; smiles can be cruel / standing in the shadow of great minds, excepted to excel to their expectations ; and you don't want to, not at their request / a desperate need to be yourself in a world you have a mirror / an anger that is placed wherever you can put it ; a cold anger, it doesn't burn when it hits / not being as put together as you seem and appear ; at the heart of it you're tearing at your own puzzle pieces ; you want fucking out of here.  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as ��nurse  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  [ THE WRITING IS SCRATCHED OUT ].

full name: maksym alexi kisková. nickname(s): mak, only mak. age: twenty-six. zodiac sun sign: scorpio. birth date: october 27th. gender & orientation: agender, they + them, homoromantic asexual. place of birth: red creek, michigan. occupation: nurse at red ceek hospital familial ties: josef kiskova ( father, alive ), natlka kovalchuk ( mother, alive ), kazimir kiskova ( older brother, alive ), finch kiskova ( identical twin brother, alive unfortunately ), . height: 6'2".

CHARACTER INSPOS : gregory house ( house ), carmen berzatto ( the bear ), lip gallagher ( shameless ), armand ( interview with the vampire ).

FAST FACTS ⸻

technically the middle child of the kiskova's, they're a shining image of what it feels like to me the middle sibling. ( RELATIONSHIP WITH OLDER SIBLING TBA ). despite this, they weren't free from the expectations put onto them by their parents. however, one relief, was the closeness with their twin brother finch throughout their childhood. in a way, it kept them grounded into later years of adolescence once the pressure of a future and achievements to live up to came into play. they were a fairly solitary child aside from this, not quite feeling like they could mesh or empathize well with others aside from their siblings.

however, once finch lost all hope for his future and seemed to give up on everything mak's was triving for ... a rift pulled the two apart. mak sees their twin as almost an insult to themselves, a shinning example of the last thing they want to be. they can't bear the cross of potentially disappointing, especially, their father. the loss of their mother to assisted living played a heavy part into this as well. since with her absence, mak felt a greater draw into living up to their wit and intellect. almost as if to honor them.

they're not free from their own issues. with a bipolar i diagnosis, there's used to be greater times where mak seemed to rapidly shift between extremes. this caused a disarray with their father when they'd have outbursts in school and frustrated them whenever their motivation seemed to dip, especially, later in life. since being medicated they've seemed to smooth out, but this is something they'll have to live with for the foreseeable future.

their track through med school after high school was fairly easy. they found it easier than high school since they didn't feel another pressure of being social and part of friend groups. however, they did begin to open up with the slight distance of their family and recently are seen as more approachable and level-headed though still have that streak of being apathetic in interpersonal relationships. regardless, a pressure to preformed still remains especially with their disparity to leave red creek.

and leaving red creek is a must for them. since their disregard of finch, they want to become someone for themselves not for what they feel like is a name. it's a desperate desire ; wanting to further their medical degree outside of the confines of this turbulent town and make a name for themselves for themselves with their future doctorate. though they seriously need to work on that dry ass bedside manner. however, something seems to keep them here. it gnaws at them that they can't put a thumb on it.

[crossbackpoke-check]

yOu'Re gOiNg fOr a LiTeR? | "Habs react to Quebec Maple facts", 10.22.24

[blue-phones]

Random Hot Rod/Rodimus headcanons I have based on NOTHING

- would be allergic to citrus

-has torn his ACL before

-had a biting problem as a kid (but not other people. He just bit random objects for no reason)

-has zero ability to be patient and quite until it comes to fishing. That man is a god at fishing

-cannot surf, BUT can buggy board like no other

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[appalachiasferaldaughter]

And I love you.

Everyday, I have loved you.

When time eases the grief, I will still love you.

And if given the choice, I will always choose you.

So, that’s why I’ve removed you from the roster.

[sangcounty]

Love in the Prairie State

[killerchickadee]

Oh, so they DO know.

[dizzybevvie]

Illinois is a more likable character than Yancy by a MILE but you guys wont believe me bc Yancy has a musical number <\3

[rubbish78]

just a screaming dude (x)