#im proud mom

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[mydairpercabeth]

I really love the way they have written Sally and Percy’s relationship in the show. Sally being the mom of a neurodivergent kid and feeling like shes constantly failing. Her being isolated because she doesnt have anyone to talk to about this as a single parent. And she makes mistakes, she feels human. Then we have Percy feeling like a burden to his parent. He cant understand why none of his parents want him around even though its for his wellbeing. It’s so heartbreaking but so real.

[isatohlee]

Solace

Song: Hijo Del Corazón

@c-lunette

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Thank you for including me your fake mom who left you home alone not once but twice to share in this happy occasion. I'm so proud of you. 

[rainesjupiter]

The Devil's fool.

[choccy-milky]

I've been wanting to paint Clora for a while but was brain empty 😣

Then I saw this dress set and HAD to put her in some version of it 🥰🥰🥰

I've been banned from buying more clothes for the rest of the year so let me live vicariously through her (but also I'm not a ravenclaw) also also I hope that link I embedded works

OH MY GOD MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME🎅🎅🎅🎁🎁 WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! the way i clicked on my inbox and then got JUMPSCARED (IN A GOOD WAY) BY THIS!!! im serious the way my mouth popped open in shock and awe was so cartoonish LMAOO. like wdym FOR FREE??😭😭😭your art is so beautiful and you're such an amazing painter IM SO MINDBLOWN RN THAT I GET TO SEE CLORA DONE BY YOU SHE LOOKS AMAZING and in such a cute fit too🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ i fear i shall never recover from this...found dead in my apartment and its kemiichis fault.....ILL STOP YAPPING NOW but srsly im HONOURED THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH🥹💖💖💖

[littlemissferret]

kaiser kissers WON ya'll hes savable 🙏

it doesn't matter if he scores the next/final goal or not, he rediscovered his true ego. he can try time after time, again and again until he becomes the best striker and i'll be here glazing him all the way no matter how long it takes bro.

my precious god's chosen rose infused vanilla flavoured ice cream with cookie crumbs and a hint of past trauma pookie wookie schnuckiputzi, i'm so proud of you my scrunkly pathetic wet cat bbg

if kaiser has no supporters then I'M DEAD

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about how eddie munson probably has a ridiculous collection of guitar picks. little jars of them. some collected at shows, some he picked up for a nickel at the only local music shop he's ever trusted to do work on his Sweetheart, some he was gifted for free at his local record shop that he's been frequenting for years now. the little old man running the record shop even gets excited when new vinyls are sent out with promotional merch, and he knows it's a band or musician eddie is into. probably even called eddie in at times and handed him a handful of metallica themed pics, hardly worth much, but solely because "i knew you like them and will find a good use for these, son".

my point is, he's got a pick for every occasion. shitty plastic thin ones for just fucking around with. thicker, nicer ones that might have been proper holiday gifts to him. the kind that are meant to hook on his fingers like rings (he tried using them a few times, especially for rifts, but ended up saying he played better when he felt the strings against his skin instead while picking away). novelty ones, ones that just looked plain cool. so on and so forth.

and he's got his collection just sitting in little jars across his room. he used to keep them in other things, like old ash trays or tin cans he'd cut and mold to be good containers. but then he started dating you, and you insisted on lending him any empty jars you weren't using. you had your own collections in yours: pretty stones found down by the creek, bottle caps of the sodas you and eddie get every time you stop at the gas station right on the edge of town by lover's lake - you even had one of every single crumpled up note eddie had ever given you over your time of dating. a few jars of those, actually. so what was lending him a few spares? at this point, the jars were a collection in themselves, and... well... it was prettier to see his vast collection in those glass jars anyways. being able to pick out the vibrant tones of the guitar pick you'd been with him as he'd purchased two weeks prior, or the pick from the show you'd gotten him tickets to last christmas. it was nice. a cute reminder of time spent, of what made eddie munson tick.

the important thing is, eddie munson isn't blind. he sees the way you look at that collection, especially after he fills the jars with it.

how some days, he'll be strumming away on his guitar, softly humming, and you'll just grab a jar to pick through. interrupting his nonsensical playing to ask him where he got one you didn't recognize, sometimes asking for the stories behind ones he knew you already knew. he'd caught on to the way you just liked hearing him talk, especially about the things he cared most about.

you also really, really liked the pick he wore as a necklace. it was probably your favorite in his collection, and you knew it was his favorite too. giving it as a gift to you was never an option, because it had been given as a gift to him originally by his mom.

so he does the next best thing.

he figures out your favorite pick in his collection. the one you always go back to, the one you ask for the story behind on a nearly weekly basis. one similar to the one always resting against his collarbones. pearly sheen, marbled tones, a slow indent the shape of his thumb being worn into the old tortoiseshell. it's a little less red, a little bit brighter, and he can't even strum it against his strings anymore without thinking of you. it's somehow become his lucky pick - the pick he cherishes most aside the one from his mom.

and the one he chooses to turn into a necklace, for you.

does it all himself. carefully piercing a hole through the top just like his own, picks out a nice chain that costs two paychecks of his, takes an old pocket knife to it and spends weeks carving your initials into the shiny material. he's gentle as hell with it, finishing it off with some gold paint to fill in the carving that matches the chain and swirling tones of the picks.

a week before christmas he nearly backs out of the gift idea, and almost begs wayne to help him go to the mall and pick out some other basic but safe gift for you. a perfume/cologne, a nice sweater, anything. wayne refuses to let him, and the only thing the gentle old man will offer is a nice box for eddie to place that necklace born of love into.

the look on your face on christmas morning, sitting in the center of the munson's living room, on the verge of happy tears as you lift the homemade necklace so gently, soothes away every single doubt ever had about it all.

and the look on wayne's face is a simple, caring, stern vision of i told you so.

[bubblegumgothglados]

Have you ever thought about fingering a corpse? Maybe you kill them as you're touching them, inject poison into their veins. You know their really dead when a final moan escapes their lips and the light leaves their eyes. And you just, keep touching them. Something about the way their dead cooling flesh feels under your finger, something about how they no longer react and never will again. Maybe they start drying out after half an hour so you lube them up and keep playing. Squeezing their, sorry, it's clit hard and filling it up with your fingers. Not even getting off necessarily, more like a child with a magnifying glass turning ants to smoke. Maybe you loose interest after an hour or so. Maybe you fall asleep wrapped in it's arms. Maybe you wake up a few hours later, rigor mortis has set in, the corpse is holding you tighter in death than the girl ever did in life. Maybe you wriggle your way free but now you're achingly hard and you want to fuck it more than anything. But it's legs are locked together. So you go get a hacksaw, you carefully remove it's legs, the blood oozes out congealing on your hands and sheets. You remove it's arms too, putting the whole lot in the freezer, no point waiting good meat. Finally you remove it's head, to keep, as a reminder of your deceased love. Just the body torso left. You lube up it's cold lifeless pussy, you lay down, you position it on top of you and slowly ease yourself inside it. Maybe because it's muscles are frozen it's tighter than you've ever felt before. Maybe you fuck yourself with it, covered in it's blood, remembering the girl it used to be. Maybe it's the best sex you've ever had.

[relaxxattack]

i bet you guys forgot i do art (i did too sorry)

sketch under the cut because i really liked it actually which is why this is a rare non lineless piece

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[p1astriiiii]

me: i love oscar, im oscars biggest fan, no one loves oscar as much as me

then the camera goes to mark webber and i’m proven wrong

[loganshouseofworship]

Logan finished p11 today I’m very proud of him

[mobwhim]

up in the clerb 🎵

[thickness-protection-program]

Pov you just got booped

[michsmeesh]

i have been unable to stop thinking about these two since volume 1 dropped on friday and my witcher hyperfix just hit me again at full fucking force

in other words THEY FINALLY GAVE US THE QUEER POLY BARD WE DESERVED RAAAHHHHHHH