#i need a ship name now.

[piowasthere]

i swear i have a wayy too dirty of a mind for this mf to be doing shit like that 😭 they know what they're doing, they know, god-

i am very, very, very upset to say that Lumini is kind of... dying. ik, it's terrifying it's like half of my entire personality but it's dying, and wtf am i supposed to do with this bro actin' up like that?

i can feed the delusion only so much. if Gemini doesn't find out about this and doesn't do something, i am about to throw somebody's hands.

literally just- 😭

[EP: Kerian FLIRTS WITH LUNAR!! in VRChat (LAES)]

[andstuffsketches]

um, can you play a song with a beat?

[quixoticprince]

I haven't drawn in so long and tf2 comes back with a bat to my brain again after I first got super into it when I was *checks notes* 14 I gotta get my gears wet again and like, rediscover how to draw and I'm wetting my feet again with a heavymedic shit post 😭

------------------- EDIT: The original images contained a text post from someone who did not want that text post spread - So let's have the blank versions instead! Imagine any dialogue in there that you want lol

[slavhew]

two guys enter a closet

[mintypsii]

yk adorable group hug and luffy moment aside, did zoro just kick the ground . after he was hugged . is this show even real

sorry but the way nami went 🤨🏳️‍🌈 TWICE

[kaiju-krew]

stargazing⭐

[rubikor]

would you hold my face softly and tell me it will be alright?

[fexjam]

Husbands...

[odd-chips]

(Tents fingers) So I've had a very indulgent Lethal Company OC concept on the mind for a while, and now that I've drawn it, of course it's spiraled into a 80+ panel comic HILJKFD

Employee names are tentative right now, but they go by Cap'n, Kid (shortie, actual name is Scoot), Skeets (tall one, short for Skeeter) and Mav (wide one, goes by that or Maverick). Genders are also tentative, but I'm warming up to the idea of them all being women with Kid being the only boy!

Value keys for the comic are under the cut, along with some story beats/thumbnails and the uncensored version of Cap'n's injuries from the attack! (It's sketchy, but it is drawn gore so be warned!)

[rystiel]

welcome back jack—i mean um. rogue

[therantingsage]

The concept for the Loopdile fic I'm writing was initially just "Loop gets used as and subsequently warms up to being Odile's reading light as long as they have an excuse to be close to someone" but like uh

Now it's evolving into "Odile is on purpose not asking Loop any questions because she knows that they know that's weird for her, in the interest of getting them antsy and impatient enough to spit out a single honest fact about themselves instead of lying and redirecting like they do when anyone else asks them questions" and also "Odile notices that Loop is touch-starved in the same way Siffrin is and manufactures situations for Loop to be close to her if they so desire because they're clearly not going to ask anyone on their own and she's already invested in her hands-off approach and wants to keep close by to see if it works" and finally "Loop is losing their MIND about this actually"

[seizethegay420]

I want someone to draw Gi-hun kissing In-hos mask so bad 🙏🙏

OMG WAIT or In-ho putting his mask on Gi-hun and kissing it

[kasanetetolover]

I'm gonna be obsessing over them now thank you brian thank you 4kfunnies

[likeshipsonthesea]

you make me

bucktommy ficlet. had a convo about love. had some feelings. gave them to buck. enjoy~

The entire loft is soaked in the hazy blue light of pre-morning. Buck can hear the mechanical thrum of garbage collectors, a handful of singing birds, quiet but steady breathing. His body is sore, from work and then from Tommy, a satisfying reminder of a yesterday well spent. Everything is warm and soft like Saturday morning, even though he's fairly sure it's Tuesday.

The clock on his bedside table tells him it's much too early to get up for a Tuesday, so he turns over to get comfortable and ends up face to face with Tommy's sleep-slacked expression.

Buck watches him in that way that's only creepy if you're not in love. Takes note of his eyelashes resting against the tops of his cheeks, his lips shadowed by the slant of his nose, how the dawning daylight catches on the angles of his face. He wants to touch, but not enough to disturb the serenity of sleep on his boyfriend's face.

Eddie tells him he says that a lot. My boyfriend. "We all know his name," Eddie says, tone harsh but a creeping smirk giving away the joke.

When Buck brought it up with Dr. Copeland, she asked him why he thinks he says it so much, but it was towards the end of their session so they didn't really get into it. Buck thinks it's probably something to do with his self-image problems, or maybe his abandonment issues? Dr. Copeland's better with the answers than he is.

Calling him Tommy is fine, but saying my boyfriend says my meatless lasagna needs more starch just reminds Buck that Tommy's his and, even more novel, Buck is Tommy's.

Buck likes being Tommy's boyfriend.

Tommy's boyfriend knows Tommy's coffee order, and drops it off along with a savory treat for him at the start of a long shift. Tommy's boyfriend always knows exactly where Tommy left his blue-light glasses and grabs them before they head to bed so Tommy can read another chapter of the cheesy historical fiction novel on his tablet. Tommy's boyfriend is the one Tommy goes to after a hard shift, to talk to or hug or just sit in the same room with until the rest of the world is less heavy.

As Tommy's boyfriend, Buck is still all the things he was before--firefighter, brother, friend--but knowing there's someone who trusts him enough to sleep beside him and let him stare at their face like a creeper in the early hours of the morning--there's this unfathomable freedom to it.

It's like--if Tommy loves him, he must be worthy of it. It's a truth and a prophecy, self-fulfilling. It's this ever-turning cycle that bolsters Buck to be the best version of himself, and none of it feels like work because it's all tangled up with joy.

"How long have you been staring at me?"

Buck startles out of his internal monologue to find Tommy's left eye open. The right is buried in his pillow along with the lifted corner of his mouth.

"Probably a little too long," Buck admits, staring fixedly at that corner of Tommy's mouth.

Tommy's lips part to release a sigh before settling into a smile. "Evan. Go back to sleep."

"In a minute."

Tommy shifts closer on the pillow, his nose nudging Buck's, his morning breath awful and his eyes so close Buck thinks their eyelashes might tangle. "You worked a 24-hour shift yesterday. You need to sleep. You can stare at me tomorrow."

"Promise?"

Tommy brushes their lips together. "Promise."

Buck finds Tommy's hand between them and laces their fingers together. "Alright," he says, settling back into the mattress and letting his eyes shut as he brings their hands to his sternum. "Tomorrow."

[saltywinteradult]

this is my carriage scene

[wedontdeservethestars]

Yelling and screaming at the TV like we’re watching a football game but really it’s just House and Wilson and Cuddy REPEATEDLY fumbling the bag with each other