#im too tired to fix this now

[bumble-b-goode]

i think we should put the buttons back on televisions

[bloodycowboyclub]

[ozymoron]

here have a sketch i did of ash (first movie) with his shirt ripped evil dead 2 style in a binder. im gonna add colour later (if i feel like it) but its like nearly 3:30 am i gotta stop

[eobsinj]

✨ marco bezzecchi - sachsenring 2021 ( twt | ig | fb )

[mickedy]

lets not talk about that right now

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[canonkiller]

so many intricacies to manage in what I want to say and how vulnerable I want to be at any given time based on platform and account and audience and subject matter and time. and despite all of those calculations the pulse underneath it is a deep and relentless desire to be open about everything in magical made up way where that knowledge doesn't burden anyone but simply passes through as something Known and immutable. I want the delineation of a Work, where I can control how much is shown and what is felt by others on seeing it isn't under my control at all but it also doesn't mark Me. it's like idolatry. I was meant to be a statue on a pedestal and probably missing some bits craving touch as something that was carved once and was then left alone as one complete. You get me? I think I need to start taking my olanzapine

[harvardhaugland]

stubborn kiss - jamie ♡

a/n: originally an oc fic ive repurposed into a reader insert cuz why not! i really do want to bring this account back so just a quick cut n dry non-proofread fic. :) feel free to send me requests/prompts, im also open to do nsfw drabbles now! especially for sf6 because its what i currently like. :P

this is my very different outlandish interpretation of how jamie shouldve reacted to the bao bro sticker grrrr side note.. u r jamie’s first kiss in this :3

Jamie is always mean to you. Of course he never means it, at least you don’t think he does— but for the most part, he treats you like.. a stray dog that just keeps coming back for more treats.

You’re determined, incessant, often headstrong. You reflect Luke’s fighting style— and personality, even. It’s jarring for him to see you.

But he can’t keep his mind off of you either. When you’re back at it again, climbing up to the rooftop, out of breath, he’ll notice more wounds on you. New ones that he’ll take note of. Small bruises, cuts, or scrapes from previous battles. From roughing up all those box-headed ruffians in the slums of Hong Hu Lu.

Jamie likes to check out every inch of your body that way, eyeing your curves, or the shape of your face— sometimes even small insignificant things, like the wrinkles on your face when you smile after every new move he teaches you.

“Here you are again.” Jamie rolls his eyes. He looks expectant of you, waiting for those same questions about his drunken fists to pop up again— but instead, you extend your hand out to reveal a vinyl sticker of the iconic Bao Bro mascot. It’s a niche gift, and to think you’d ever give him a gift of all things? He starts to feel a little flustered at the act. There’s an obvious flush on his face that doesn’t seem to be caused from drinking for once.

“You’re so..” he clears his throat, “Ridiculous.”

“You don’t like it?” you look confused, a genuine expression of sadness threatens to curve on the corners of your lips, “I mean, if you tell me what you like I could buy something different next time..!” you offer, “I dunno about now though, I’m short on zenny—“ you show a look of embarrassment. Weaving through your wallet for any sort of coins left, to no avail.

“Okay! Okay, I get it! Sheesh.” he bites the tip of his thumb, looking away from you with a certain thought on his mind. Jamie’s face grows redder by the minute and it’s obvious he’s thinking of what to say to you.

“You’re just.. too sweet. Damn you.” he says. It makes him feel awkward. You make him feel awkward! God, he was doomed, “You’re making me feel like I should start buying you gifts now.”

“What? No. You don’t have to do that. You’re already working to train me, isn’t that enough?” you’re a bit puzzled by him. It felt like Jamie was holding back some sort of unbridled rage or new insult to hurl at you with the way he seemed so taken aback by a sticker.

“It doesn’t even warrant you to be spending money on me.” he tried to reason, but you’re very insistent on it all. Jamie knows you’re just about as stubborn as a bull. So he takes a deep breath, looking you in the eye, stern, “Seriously. Bro. What the hell should I do for you to return the favor? Don’t say something dumb like— “training me” either, alright?”

You’re feeling put on the spot right now. Jamie’s seriousness is pressuring you, he leans forward with his hands on his hips, lazily resting his hip on one leg.

You have to work yourself up to say this. It’s a crazy, impulsive and solely self-indulgent request and it’s the only one you could think of.

“..A little kiss?” you ask, you’re voice grows quiet, coy in stance.

Jamie is hesitant. His face only a mere inches away from yours, it’s all a staring contest until he suddenly grips his hands to both sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks so hard it forces your lips to pucker. Slowly, he leans in for an awkward kiss. Firmly planting his face against yours.

It’s uncomfortable and Jamie is seemingly inexperienced with the way he has his eyes squeezed painfully shut— sweat running down his forehead with the tips of your noses mashed together, making this whole thing seem comical when it shouldn’t.

He’s unsure of when to let go of you until the deafening silence starts to get to him and you hold his shoulders. He’s quick to pull away from the “kiss”.

Jamie crosses his arms and looks away from you, you’re a bit shocked for the moment, almost just as flustered as he is— stuck to the fact that he did it with very little hesitation, considering how he usually treats you.

“There.” Jamie pouts, “You got your kiss. Happy? Now, uh, you can stop.. wastin’ your money on me.” the same awkward flush of embarrassment he had before stays even after.

“Thank you.. teacher!” you exclaim, flapping your hands excitedly, bouncing up slightly, you’re giddy. Geeking out as if you’re a fan of a celebrity— Jamie just wishes you would leave him alone now. His unconscious crush on you continuing to egg on as he feels almost accomplished for kissing you, you seemed not to complain about it either.

He adores you, he would never tell you that straight-up. He’ll deny it as much as he can— but he has a genuine soft spot for you.

[mooph]

i decided to redraw ghost cole for like. the millionth time! i cant get enough of this guy

get him out of there !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sonic-adventure-3]

hands acquired

[resident-gay-bitch]

🌚 Fem Fridays 🌚

Marylene: Marlene confesses her feelings for Mary and it goes better than expected (1.7k words)

Marlene can’t believe she’s doing this. 

She’s about to lose her mind over it, but it’s better than doing nothing, right? 

Sitting alone and sobbing about it isn’t going to get her anywhere. Taking action will.

Well, hopefully. 

If it all goes to shit she might just end up sobbing in a corner even more than usual, which would be mortifying. 

She can feel Sirius and James peaking around the corner behind her. They’re the two that convinced her to do this. Finally, It took months of them trying to pep her up, making bets on the quidditch pitch about it, and Marlene was quite dishonest about it. Far too much of a wimp. 

But, well, she believes her wimpiness is justified in all honesty. 

Mary Macdonald is the most terrifying person she’s ever met– and she means that as a complement. Really, she does. Her intimidating nature comes from her almost bloody ethereal beauty, and her mad fucking confidence. Not to mention she’s got ten times the brain that Marlene does. Who wouldn’t be terrified of that? 

Even Sirius was when they went out for a month in fifth year, apparently he’s never tried too hard to impress a girl as he did with Mary. And Marlene understands that viscerally. 

Mary’s talking with Roman, and she’s playing with the end of his tie, and he’s winking at her, and blah blah blah. The usual. All the blokes in Hogwarts flirt with Mary. And Marlene gets it, trust her, if she were a bloke she’d be outright flirting with Mary on the constant too. 

But she’s not a bloke, is she? And that's the bloody problem. 

But, well, last week Mary found out Marlene was queer. On complete accident of course. She just happened to overhear her talking with James and Sirius about it after practice, Marlene didn’t even realise she made her way down from the stands yet. 

She took it really well, surprisingly, and has even gone so far as to attempt to figure out Marlene's type. She thinks there's no fairness in Marlene going to the ball alone next week, she’s determined to find her a date. 

Which is the problem. 

Because Marlene doesn’t want a date to the ball. She wants Mary. 

Finally, Roman fucks off after what feels like a centry of lame flirting and suggestive eyebrow pumps, and Marlene takes her stake. She glances back at the boys over her shoulder, and they give her assuring nudges and wave her in Mary’s direction. 

And it’s now or never. 

Never. 

Never sounds great right now. 

Yep, this is too bloody terrifying. She’s choosing never–

“Marls!” Mary calls, “What are you doing lurking about over there? Were you waiting for me? Oh, sorry, love. Roman was just asking me to be his date to the ball again, I don’t know how many times I have to tell that boy I’ve already got a date.”

Marlene swallows. She knows Mary has a date, and she hates that fucking annoyingly fit bloke viscerally. 

“Marls?”

She spares a sideway glance at the boys again, and still, they give her forceful encouragement. 

She must have looked for a second too long, because Mary catches sight of them hiding, and in an attempt to not be seen, they trip over themselves and fall into the hall. Marlene rolls her eyes at them, complete gits. 

“What are you two creeps doing?”

“We’re not creeping!” Sirius defends. 

“Yeah, we’re just here to support Marlene!” James adds, and Marlene cuts them a deathly glare. 

“Support Marlene with what?” She asks, looking back at her. 

Marlene just groans, and Sirius whacks his best mate in the chest. 

“Oops… Sorry, Mckinnon!” James mutters nervously, the two of them scurrying back behind the wall again.

“What’s going on, Marlene?” Mary asks again, concern on her gorgeous face now.

Right, bloody well now then, isn’t it? Fucking hell, trust those two to muck it all up. 

“Marls? You’re worrying me.”

“Erm, I’ve got something to tell you.” She muttered, checking her surroundings. And sure enough, as they made sure, they’re alone. 

“Okay, well… what is it?” 

“I know this is fucking stupid for a whole lot of reasons, but I just need to ask, okay?”

“O… okay?” Mary says weerily. 

“Would you– Would you like to, erm…” She takes a deep breath, spitting it all out in one, ripping off the bloody bandaid, “Would-you-like-to-go-to-the-ball-with-me?”

“Sorry?” Mary asked, scrunching up her nose. 

“Would you like to go to the ball with me?” She asks again, so nervous she’s beginning to sweat, and maybe she might throw up. Yeah, she’s probably gonna throw up. 

Mary cocks her head, “Oh, honey, I’m going with Marvin, remember?” She smiled kindly, “I’m not sure if Lily’s said yes to James or not yet, I’m sure she’d be happy to go with you.” 

Marlene sighed, looking down at the ground as she ran a hand through her messy hair, “No, Mary, uhm… I don’t mean as friends.” 

“Hm, I’m not sure I follow?” Mary asked, and Marlene peaked up at her through her lashes, definitely on the verge of vomiting now, “Are you asking me… romantically?”

Marlene does not want to answer. She just wants to run away and hide forever. Maybe she’ll find a nice cave to hide in and join a pack of wolves, lost to the forest and all civilization forever. Yeah, that sounds nice, doesn’t it?

She flinches when a pebble bounces off the back of her head, and she turns around to see Sirius and James peaking out around the corner again, nodding their heads at her aggressively. 

By the time she looks back at Mary, the girl seems a little flustered, “Uh, yeah… Yeah, I mean romantically. And I know you’ve got a date already, so I know it's stupid for that reason alone, but I just needed to ask you.” She began to ramble, refusing to meet Mary's eye as she spat it all out, “I just need you to reject me, I think… I dunno. I’ve fancied you for a while, Mary– bloody years, at this point. I just… I think you’re fantastic. Smartest, brightest, kindest, most wonderful person I know, not to mention you’re probably the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And I just can’t keep it to myself anymore. I just needed to tell you, to get it off my chest. I’d like to try and move on, so we can keep being friends, because I value your part in my life more than anything else, Mary. I… I love you, and it’s the best thing in the world to love you, but it’s one sided and that’s killing me.” 

Mary blinked at her, lost for words by the looks of it. And Marlene is about four seconds away from vomiting all over Mary’s shoes. 

“I’m sorry.” She mutters, burying her hands in her trouser pockets before rocking on her heels, “I know it’s weird.” 

“It’s not weird.” Mary says flatly, and Marlene isn’t sure what to do with it. 

She can hear James and Sirius whispering behind her, but she’s choosing to ignore them completely. She thinks she’ll hex them later. 

“I’m wearing a purple dress.” Mary said eventually, catching Marlene completely off guard, “You already know that. But, I’d like it if we could match. You said you were thinking of wearing a suit? Perhaps you could wear a purple tie?” 

“Sorry?” Marlene muttered, her chin jutting forward in disbelief. 

“I know you don’t typically wear purple. But… for me?” Mary asked, looking at her through her gorgeous lashes as Marlene has seen her do a hundred times when flirting with boys. 

She can hear the boys behind her kicking up a fuss. 

Marlene takes in a sharp breath, taking a small step forward to whisper, “Are you saying yes?”

Mary nodded, “I am.”

Wondering for a moment, Marlene leans forward again, whispering even quieter, “Romantically?”

Mary leant in to whisper back, “Romantically.”

“I wasn’t aware you liked girls?” 

“Me either.” Mary whispered with a sly smile, “But over the past week the idea of you being with any girl that isn’t me has made me rather upset and angry. I fancy blokes, but I also fancy you.” 

“Oh… wh- ah… what about Marvin?” 

“Marvin can find another date.” Mary shrugged, “I was kind of hoping you’d ask anyway.” 

Marlene's heart is in her throat, “Is this a date then?” 

“Well, I figured you were asking me out on one, so yes. Is that okay with you?”

“Obviously that’s okay with me.” Marlene said, her voice rather tight as she can’t fucking believe a word shes hearing. Honestly, this might be a dream. 

“Okay, good then.” Mary sighed, standing up straight and holding the stack of textbooks in her arms out to dump in Marlenes, “Since we’re going out now, you get to carry my things.” 

Marlene gapes, catching the stack of books as well as the satchel Mary hands over to her, almost dropping everything in the process. 

“I have History of Magic now, and I’m already late, so we better go. Do you have a class to attend? Or would you like to sit in class with me?” 

“Uh, I’ll sit with you.” Marlene nodded, beginning to follow Mary down the hall. 

She glanced back over her shoulder at the boys who were jumping on each other in celebration, and Marlene grins, tossing them a wide grin and a thumbs up which has her stumbling with the books in hand. 

She’s always been jealous off all the boys who got to carry Mary’s things around for her. Honestly, she’s always thought she could be a much better boyfriend than all of them combined, and well, she’s finally getting her chance to prove it. 

Even with a tremendous armfull, she still opens the classroom door for Mary, pulls out her chair, and organises her desk in just the way she likes. 

And Mary holds her hand. 

She holds. her. hand. 

“You’re very strong, Marlene.” Mary whispers to her once they’re settled, “Those books are rather heavy.”

Marlene might just pass out, “Eh, it was nothing, really. You should see me work out, I can lift more than Sirius.” 

And Mary props her elbow on the table and begins to twist a perfect curl around her well manicured finger, bites her lip as she looks Marlene up and down, “I’d like to see that sometime.” 

 And Marlene does not care how obviously she’s blushing. She’s got the girl. 

Merlin's hairy ballsack, she’s got the girl. 

I really really love marylene so much they deserve more popularity in this fandom!

i've been meaning to write more and more of them, so please if you have any marylene headcannons or fic ideas please drop them in my asks box id be so happy to recieve them!!

[santeria]

2018 vs 2023

For the lovely @eledritch, an angry lil Keith from their amazing fic, Seal It With A Kiss

Very much appreciate the chance to recreate this after so long [5 YEARS DEAR GOD TIME ISNT REAL] and I'm happy to see so much improvement 😊

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[sundial-bee-scribbles]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IKUUUU and the kagamines i guess

bonus: look at the detail on htis fucking cake i spent so long on it 😭

[ivyleaves7]

first time drawing in forever😍😍 been in the worst slump (mental illness) for the past year but divine inspiration (recovery) finally came and i am back to fnaf!! i don’t think ive drawn fnaf fan art since i was like nine but its just been getting to me lately. i have the strangest little sketch of ennard and michael in the margins of my notes that ill post at some point, god bless ennard for returning me to my love of art🙏

[thefrogdalorian]

Spent my day working on some more art and obviously I had to draw Din 🤍 Now complete with a shiny new paint pen (I may have gotten a bit high off the fumes sgkjkds) so I can do our shiny space cowboy justice 🥹

Pleased with how these turned out especially after a few months away from creating any art! It felt so good to just sit down and let my mind focus on the page rather than other things.

(I used a combination of paint pens, charcoal pencils for the drawings and blended oil pastels for the backgrounds.)

[the-vibing-ghoul]

some people will be all about mental health awareness and leftist ideals of at least tolerating the mentally ill who show ''ugly'' symptoms until it's someone they know and ''care'' about having a bad day and acting like it in a way they don't find appealing

[kondoram]

O you, who at the world's far-off end dwell, I know your wish, it is my wish as well.