#im so sleepy this morning
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swankpalanquin · 2 years ago
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id actually rather not have extra days off for holidays cos it just makes it harder to go back to work
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xxplastic-cubexx · 2 months ago
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with these hands i can draw whatever i want
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obsob · 2 years ago
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big man...why is he so big...(hes full of love)
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thirstykateyes · 2 years ago
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Posting this late at night, hoping there's no mistakes because I'm impatient lmaoo
Ghost's thigh straps have me feeling some type of way and I bet Soap would have a lot to write about in his journal about them lmaoo (I didn't realize that was canon till recently and I think that's super cute :,)) I tried to copy his writing style the best I could, heh)
I might hate this in the morning but oh wellll-
(Also thought that him saying he'd abandon him in the field, when we know how he was in Alone would be fun hehe)
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babymorte · 5 months ago
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there’s just something about grained out shitty lowlight photos 🤩
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temeyes · 9 months ago
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it's almost 8AM here, gremlin soap's gonna catch me some zzz's!!
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butterflysweety · 2 days ago
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Just a mini thing about benrius/dinomite as cats :3, ive been very unmotivated lately bc of college works but im slowly gettin my sparkle back trust me gang
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Original designs/au (?) by @/nattule29 !!
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neteyammeowmeow · 11 months ago
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meet my other oc kai ninjago
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lavenoon · 1 year ago
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@naffeclipse realized it's criminal I haven't drawn him with claws so far, since I love inflicting retractable claws on any version of the dca I touch
*self insert is not a girl (he/she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
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unraysunshine · 6 months ago
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Sethos' and Cyno's parallels are so good, so similar in their struggles as fragments of Hermanubis, but so different in their ideologies and ways of life. Cyno's entire resolve and already knowing how to rail his destiny, while Sethos is just beginning to understand his stand in the world. Both of them suffered the collateral damage of their predecessors' mistakes and actions, and it shaped them so differently, but in the end, that made them make their decisions to break that cycle and start to build things up again, for the peace and harmony that their respective people need.
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2sgf · 3 months ago
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hiiii mutuals ^-^ can u like \ reply \ interact w this post if i can like & queue from ur archive? thank youuuu 💝💞
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god-impeaching-dj · 10 months ago
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When your tape player breaks (if u know u know)
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exmotranny · 6 months ago
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the green carpet scratches at your pink heels. bile rises in your throat.
they talk about womanhood- but it’s not quite right. there is the pink and compliments and talk of boys
i am a beloved daughter
but there is also something else. it digs at your flesh, it feasts on your skin. your mother motions at your chest, bigger than hers and you're not even done growing yet! how lucky.
of heavenly parents
you pray to a man every night, finish it in another’s name. on your knees. you were sent a shady link as a kid. the woman on her knees, tears streaming out of her eyes, i don't want this, she said
with a divine nature and eternal destiny
blood on the inside of your underwear. you were told this meant you were a woman now. you were ten years old. what the fuck did you know about being a woman? your mom said you weren’t allowed to touch between your legs, but it's normal to want to. you didn't know what that meant, either.
as a disciple of jesus christ,
you wanted to be desired. you daydreamed of being the trophy for boys around you, of claiming that role one day as a wife. you came from a long line of women married young. you don’t know their names, but you were taught about their husbands in church.
i strive to become like him.
pressing your breasts down as much as possible, trying to give the illusion of a flat chest. badly cropped jpgs of jesus photoshopped to have top surgery scars are the secret currency you pay to get past the hours of church. you hold them like diamonds.
i seek and act upon personal revelation
you thought god was talking to you. you almost threw away everything you owned. you thought you were a prophet. total fuckin’ ego death! holy shit! god speaks through me!
and minister to others in his holy name
and then the next morning. when your faith crashed, when moroni abandoned you, did it feel unreal to you too, joseph?
i will stand as a witness of god
oh god, no. please. i don’t know what’s real anymore.
at all times
leg hair peeking from under your pretty sunday dress. they all stare. you ignore them and open up to D&C 132.
and in all things
emma, did you love him to the end? i don’t think you wanted him. did you watch as he married a 14 year old? did you tell him you burned the commandment? did you cry when he died for the church that he loved more than he loved you?
and in all places.
blood on the floor of carthage jail. this martyr will be remembered forever. do they talk about you, emma? or are you just joseph’s wife?
as i strive to qualify for exaltation,
when i marry, my husband will be a god, and i shall cleave onto him. when i marry, i will go to his universe and bear more of his children.
i cherish the gift of repentance
heads bowed low as the sacrament is passed. my hands clutch onto the bottom of my skirt. pleasure outside celestial marriage is forbidden. i apologize for loving the wrong way.
and seek to improve each day
i tried to kill myself, last time i got home from girl’s camp. i got home and cried and found the pills and shoved them into my mouth until i cried more and more until i was gagging. i hunched over the toilet. my hands on the grimy floor.
with faith, i will
forced to sing in front of the congregation. my head spun from anxiety. my stomach turned with nausea.
strengthen my home and family,
loving wife beautiful kids loyal husband church once a week work weekdays weekend mom monthly round on the business end of his cock forever and the vomit threatens to make an appearance.
make and keep sacred covenants,
an old man is in a room alone with me. he asks me if i masturbate.
and receive the ordinances and blessings
i tell the man no. i receive a card so i can be ordained.
of the holy temple.
that's just how it goes, isn't it?
all around are paintings of god and jesus. we learned about heavenly mother. why don’t i see her in paintings? did god have plural marriages? did heavenly mother make us? why don’t we pray to her? did she watch god marry a 14 year old? did she cover her eyes? when she saw blood on her underwear, was she told she was a woman? did she touch between her legs? did she ever believe herself better than god? does she cry when she cant talk to us? why do i cry? was heavenly mother scared of singing in public and did she press her chest flat and did she cry when god forced himself into her mouth? did she burn his doctrine too?
i am given flowers on mother’s day. i will be one eventually, after all. and i vomit in the church bathroom quietly like the perfect woman i am supposed to be.
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girlthativealwaysbeen · 5 months ago
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so many thoughts but i CANNOT stop laughing that all that time we thought louis had some elaborate mind control type reason for staying with armand and it was really just.. HIM TRYING TO MAKE HIS EX JEALOUS SLSKSKKSKSKS
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sugarcandydoll · 6 months ago
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my job interview tomorrow m so nervous!! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა
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nilovalentine · 1 month ago
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we're sugaring our neko girls with this one boys
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