#i'LL HAVE YOU KNOW

[cup-o-stars]

The drawings I drew to take a break from my other drawings. I've been up over a day because of travelling stuff, therefore my humour broke.

Stanley Pines is relaxing to draw. I kept doing these when I wasn't drawing him.

[gyroshrike]

Pls I'm begging you for more brainysupes

anon came and held me at gunpoint you should have seen it

I'm pretty sure someone already drew them like this (yup, see, just checked, it was @pricklepicklepie) but look... it was such a good premise...

[themancorialist]

Oldham Street, Manchester.

[tennessoui]

important life update: it is very dreary outside and cold but my couch is very cushy and my clothes are very stretchy and i have a cup of tea. the sadness was but a dream

[pog-mo-bhlog]

Just got obliterated by my husband in the tags on tumblr.com

[sillylittlecourtjester]

BOOO TOMATO, TOMATO, TOMATO 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

HOW DARE YOU >:0

Stop hiding behind anon. You're the only person who's ever asked my blog about anything. I know it's you. Stop being a coward, @tf2fantasy-askblog >:(

[slaymate]

So what's the Venetocracy Crete AU about?

What every Greek soap opera set in Crete is about: feuding and vendettas, star-crossed lovers, accidentally killing a suitor, making the son of the rival family help you hide the body. Balcony climbing! Pomegranate trees, courting inside stalactite caves, secret engagements sealed with silver daggers. Possibly a major character death.

Regular romance stuff.

[cosmic-muses]

I mourn a sister (my other evil clone)

May (whatever applicable pronouns) rest in peace

[major-trouble]

Now that there's a bunch of it, maybe I should be self indulgent and make a side blog for my poetry. 'Cause, ya know, Angst.

[diivineray]

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer. (hc 😌)

                 ˚ʚɞ🎲🏮⛩️🏮🎲ʚɞ  ―  In a curious twist of fate, their paths converged once more. No matter the passage of time, not a day went by without Hua Cheng reminiscing about the days on the streets when a young boy selflessly shared his fruit peels with him. It was truly astonishing to consider that such a strong bond could have formed between them, both hailing from difficult circumstances. When he departed, Hua Cheng viewed it as time leading them onto distinct paths. It's quite remarkable how they veered in opposite directions, only to find themselves returning to the same point once more.

                  Since then, the rebellious cultivator had sought any possible justification to remain by Wei Wuxian's side, even when others were less welcoming of his company. They harbored a distinct aversion toward the cultivation sects, perceiving each one as succumbing to a systematic decay that dragged down all those beneath them. Nevertheless, Hua Cheng had developed a habit of seeking solace in Wei Wuxian's lap. The day had been sweltering, but as it gradually cooled down, Hua Cheng often made this move.

                ❝ Do that thing you do, ❞ he would say nonchalantly as if it were a routine they had repeated countless times. However fleeting, Wei Wuxian might not have realized how much Hua Cheng longed for his touch. Hua Cheng cherished those subtle nudges, playful taunts, and smug grins, each causing the rogue's heart to somersault within his chest. 

               The soothing sensation of those fingers delicately weaving through his hair put his heart at ease. Their touch was as gentle as the way he played Chenqing. His eyelids fluttered gently closed as he absorbed Wei Wuxian's ceaseless chatter, the air filled with every detail of Wei Wuxian's day and the events leading up to it. Only when the voice finally ceased did Hua Cheng's eyes slowly open. Hua Cheng raised his gaze and noticed Wei Wuxian observing him, delicately brushing aside a strand of hair that had fallen over his eye. His fingers lingered there, and Hua Cheng could feel the way his chest tightened, his mouth dry as he found himself eagerly wanting to sit up, and drink Wei Wuxian down like he was the first glass of water he'd had all day. He smiles up at Wei Wuxian, ❝ What? Who said you could stop? Or did my complexion distract you~? ❞

[sing-you-fools]

me: this is a background character who's in one scene, has two lines, and is completely irrelevant to the rest of the story. i am going to stop obsessing over what to name him and use the random name generator on behindthename.com. i am going to accept the first thing it gives me and move the fuck on.

behindthename.com:

[shitty-check-please-aus]

What we need to do is convince all the disney adults in america that high speed rail would be a preferable way of getting to disneyworld compared to driving or flying. We could maybe harness their fondness for the monorail or something, but this is a group of people that has time, income, and passion that we could leverage. If we could direct 5% of the enthusiasm they have for limited edition popcorn buckets into calling their representatives and demanding high-speed interstate rail, we could get it by 2030

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[hansoeii]

crowley

[mistbix]

so i've been re-watching atla....... expect more art soon

[trans-androgyne]

I read too many stories of "women" throughout history who lived as men and wore men's clothing getting beaten and arrested for it, sensationalized in the press as "man-woman," painted as perverts and monsters, put in literal freakshows, and forcibly institutionalized to sit by quietly while non-transmascs loudly and confidently claim that "female masculinity" has never been targeted as much as "male femininity" has. Read some trans and queer history that isn't only about gay men and trans women before you open your mouths about butches and transmascs, or better yet just listen to us about our history and experiences in the first place.