#it's still sunday somewhere

[deathmcth-archived]

🤨

who’s gonna let him ride them?

[snailfen]

happy mothers day to them...

[sleepytownez]

I’m going to cry.

[yuesya]

Lyra isn’t here.

Aventurine spends all of one single panic-inducing moment wondering how in the world Lyra could’ve disappeared into thin air in a total span of less than thirty seconds of being left alone in his apartment, before there’s suddenly a soft meowing sound that comes from somewhere behind the table.

He cranes over, and looks down. Lyra is sprawled out on his hardwood floor, stomach-down; the table had been large enough to hide her completely, it seems.

In front of her, the little cat-cake meows again.

Bemused, Aventurine leans down, “What are you doing?”

“Aventurine.” Bejeweled blue eyes raise up to look at him in acknowledgment, before returning to stare at the little critter that’s being joined by another one of its companions. “What is this? … A cat?”

“Not exactly.” He could certainly see why she would think so, though. To the uninformed, the little cat-cake looked to be… well, a cat stuck in a little cake. The one staring curiously back at Lyra is clearly the bravest one of the lot than Aventurine has been gifted with in his home. “They’re actually a new life form –created in Herta Station by another Genius Society member, number eighty-one Ruan Mei.”

Failed experiments, according to the Genius’ standards, and supposedly it was the Nameless Stellaron host who had taken up working with them. Ruan Mei herself had lost interest and abandoned the project, apparently.

“… You like pets?”

“Ehh, well. They were a gift from a coworker, I guess you could say? Dr. Veritas Ratio said that the station was starting to get overrun, and these guys wanted out, so.” Aventurine shrugs casually. “Honestly, it feels more like these little guys picked me instead.”

One of the little cat-cakes waddles over to Aventurine on its stubby little legs, and starts meowing insistently. Obligingly, Aventurine picks them up. It feels less like he’s holding a cat and more like he’s hugging a warm cushion. The small critter snuggles into him, evidently pleased with Aventurine’s own body heat.

“Dr. Ratio.” Lyra is thoughtful for a moment, “Your… liaison with the Intelligentsia Guild?”

“Yeah, he’s the one.” Aventurine raises an eyebrow, “You’ve met him before? Funny, he’s never mentioned that.”

“No,” the Halovian girl shakes her head. “But you’ve talked about him before. I remember.”

Oh. Well, if that’s how it was…

The little cat-cake in front of Lyra suddenly leans forward, poking her directly on the tip of her nose. Lyra blinks, her attention shifting back to the pleased little thing. Stares at it for a moment, and then leans forward to return the same gesture to it.

Aventurine lets out a startled little laugh. Lyra lifts her gaze towards him –zero embarrassment, zero shame.

… Not that he would’ve expected anything else from her. He shakes his head fondly.

“Alright,” Aventurine says, and reaches down to pull her up, “Let’s get you off the ground already, yeah? There’s a third one of these little guys hiding in one of the other rooms –c’mon, I’ll introduce you to all of them.”

[mochinon-yah]

Lol guys, i just imagined Modern! Sunday needing to comb his hair, wash his face and maybe put on some light make up (he learned it from Robin!), a lip balm too so his lips won't look dry, and maybe a suit... all because he needed to get a package outside his house.

Delivery Person: "Package!"

Modern! Sunday, with his clean and ironed white suit, walking out of the house because he was already expecting a package today: "It's for Sunday, right?"

Delivery Person, mesmerized by the beauty of this angel-like person: "O- oh, yes... sir."

OR

Another scenario where Modern! Sunday was so tired from his job, needing to lay down on the couch, but suddenly hearing somebody shouted "Package!" outside his house. Grumbling, he took a simple jacket and walked out. With a smile that could possibly blind a person, he greeted the delivery person and took the package.

[fantasykiri5]

Day 6 of @hermitadaymay and it’s the one and only Sans Undertale!!

[monbons]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @thewholelemon, @roomwithanopenfire, @rimeswithpurple, @run-for-chamo-miles, @supercutedinosaurs

and @bookish-bogwitch. I can't wait to read your updates!

Given that it's almost Monday and I had a great week, I wanted to squeeze in a quick update just under the wire.

First, @thewholelemon and I had an epic road trip up to NYC to see Rainbow earlier in the week. We met up with @best--dress for dinner first, and it was a grand old time. I kept busy on our very long drives by making myself my own naked Simon (pictured below) and performing the newest chapter of Musical Chairs by @whatevertheweather for Jenny on the drive back. I don't think I'm going to be hired by Audible anytime soon, but my Agatha was on point. (Biggest of recs for this fic!!)

Second, I started a new sewing project this week thanks to my new-to-me sewing machine courtesy of Jenny! I can't share the finished product yet, but it's not a doll---although it is fandom related!

Third, I blew up my outline for "Baz in a Bubble" and basically completely revamped the second half of the plot, but I'm so happy with the new direction of the fic that I sat down and wrote two whole chapters this weekend. I like to publish fics once they are fully done, so I often run out of material to preview for WIPSdays before I start publishing, but here's just a bit more than six sentences from chapter 2 that isn't too spoilery. Excerpt and tags under the cut.

BAZ I’m sitting in my window, legs crossed and pencil in hand, marking up the sheet music in front of me when I sense movement next door. I look up. Golden Boy is grinning at me and holding up a piece of paper that simply reads, Hi I’m Simon😊. No comma. No period. Just a happy face to mark the end of his thought.

Hellos and high-fives:

@cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @raenestee, @roomwithanopenfire, @shrekgogurt

@emeryhall, @mooncello, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @talentpiper11

@brilla-brilla-estrellita, @beastmonstertitan, @noblecorgi @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @larkral

@drowninginships, @valeffelees, @messofthejess, @iamamythologicalcreature, @aristocratic-otter

@blackberrysummerblog, @orange-peony, @facewithoutheart, @ic3-que3n, @rbkzz

@skeedelvee, @arthurkko, @fiend-for-culture, @hushed-chorus

@martsonmars, @katatsumuli, @comesitintheclover, @fatalfangirl, @stitchyqueer

@onepintobean, @palimpsessed, @moodandmist, @ileadacharmedlife, @theimpossibledemon

[superlarva]

"You've got a mustache."

Hey guys! Sorry, my art style is like the least consistent thing on this planet... I just like trying new things out :)

Anyways, continuing on our Rex parenting journey we have Chapter 4 - Pancakes and Apologies.

Prologue: 00 Previous chapter: 03 Next chapter: 05

Summary: Rex gets some news on Echo, pancakes are made, tantrums are thrown.

CW: Implied/referenced child abuse, talk about injuries from landmines (nothing too in depth)

Chapter 4 – Pancakes and Apologies

Rex sunk down into his couch with a sigh, leaning his head against the armrest. Fives had been tucked in and the hallway light was left on. One kid taken care of, one to go.

Rex pulled out his phone and opened a text from Cody: I have some more info. Call me when you’re ready.

The phone only rang once before it was picked up.

“Cody, is he okay?” Rex tried to keep his voice down so he would not wake the boy sleeping in the next room.

“He’s…” Cody trailed off and Rex could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

“What? He’s what?” Don’t say dead. Please, don’t say dead.

“He just got out of surgery. They had to amputate both legs and an arm,” Cody was trying to keep if voice calm and leveled, but the words came out a little choked. “I’m so sorry.”

Rex stared across the living room and into the kitchen, he’d know the boy’s injuries would be bad if he had landed himself in the ICU, but the loss of three limbs? That was too much.

Cody continued, “Echo’s okay for now. He hasn’t woken up yet, so there could still be some complications, but they are optimistic about how the surgery went.”

“Both legs and an arm?” Rex asked, still processing his brother’s statement.

“Yes,” Rex heard Cody take a deep breath on the other side of the line, “He stepped on a landmine.”

“Wh- How?”

“I don’t know. No one told the hospital how it happened either.”

Rex was silent, but his mind screamed.

Screamed in anger.

In sadness.

In pain.

In guilt.

It was his fault. His.

“Rex? You still there?” Cody’s voice cut through the phone.

“Yeah,” Rex said a little absently. “Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Alright,” Cody said, tone laced with worry. “You should get some rest. I’ll text you any developments, but don’t stay up for them.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you going to be able to sleep tonight?”

“I- I’m not sure.”

“Try, okay?”

“I will.”

“I love you, Rex’ika.”

“Love you too, Codes,” Rex dropped the phone from his ear as he disconnected the call.

He rolled onto his side and curled up on the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest and letting the world melt around him as tears spilled down his cheeks.

Rex woke, panicked from a dream he couldn’t remember and drenched in a cold sweat. From what he could tell it was early morning, the living room was washed in a dim warm light. He was not sure when he had fallen asleep, but he could not have gotten more than four hours.

He reached for his phone on the coffee table and found it, bringing the screen close to his bleary eyes. He had some texts from Cody from around 3 am:

Just found out Kix is Echo’s doctor!

He came into the waiting room to tell me that Echo seems to be responding well to the surgeries.

He’s sleeping now, but he woke up for a bit while I was in there and asked for Fives.

Kix said he thinks you guys should be able to visit today.

Rex felt a surge of relief, Echo was going to be okay. He was going to be alright. Not only that, but Rex had known Kix since he’d been in a group home with him and he knew the boy was in capable hands.

Rex swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up to type out a reply, thanking his brother profusely.

“M-mister police officer, sir?”

A small voice cut through Rex’s thoughts, and he jerked his head up. Fives stood stiffly on the other side of the coffee table. Rex was taken aback, when had the boy slipped into the room? At least the kid looked like he had slept well, “Yes? And Rex is fine.”

“Would you like me to make you breakfast?”

Rex was initially going to deny the request and insist that he make breakfast for Fives instead, but realized he could not assume Fives was only offering because it was something required of him previously. Perhaps the boy really enjoyed cooking. Rex wouldn’t know so instead he put down his phone and smiled, “Why don’t we make ourselves some breakfast together?”

Fives’s eyes widened a bit before he nodded consent.

Rex stood and stretched, “What should we have? I’ve got eggs, pancakes, oatmeal, cereal, or bread for toast.”

Fives seemed to debate something before looking up at Rex, “What are pancakes?”

“Pancakes?” Rex parroted, a little shocked.

Fives blushed and turned away, muttering a quiet apology.

“No, it’s okay, it’s good to ask questions,” Rex tried to amend quickly. He hurried over to his pantry and grabbed his box of pancake mix, showing the box to the boy, “This is what they look like. They’re really good and you get to put maple syrup on them.”

Fives whipped his head around to Rex at the mention of maple syrup, an excited grin plastered onto his face, “Maple syrup is from Canada.”

“Uh, yeah?” Rex said taken aback by the random fact.

Fives turned back to the pancake box, “Echo had a book about flags. Canada’s is a maple leaf because of all the maple trees there and maple syrup comes from the maple trees.”

“Do you and Echo like to read a lot?” Rex asked.

“Echo does,” Fives said, shoulder’s tensing. “He tried to teach me, but I’m no good.”

Rex didn’t like the boy’s defeated tone, “You know, I didn’t learn how to read until I was a little older than you.”

“Really?” Fives asked. “Because Echo learned when we were little.”

Rex wondered what “little” meant to the boy because in his eyes the twins were still very much just little boys. “Different people learn different things at different times, it’s not a contest.” Rex shrugged, taking the pancake mix from Fives, “Do pancakes sound yummy? They’re one of my favorites.”

Fives nodded, then shrugged, “But I don’t know how to make them.”

“That’s okay,” Rex said grinning. “I can teach you.”

Fives had been a surprisingly competent chef for a seven-year-old boy. He knew how to measure ingredients and pour things without spilling, and, once Rex had helped him up onto the counter, had proved that he could work a stovetop. Rex made sure the boy was aware he was not to be climbing on things or using the stove without permission first.

Rex watched as Fives took his first bite of pancake. The boy chewed slowly and then grinned up at Rex.

“Good?” Rex asked, taking his first bite as well.

Fives nodded enthusiastically and began shoving the rest of the plate into his mouth as fast as he could. He was finished before Rex had swallowed his third bite.

Rex pushed the glass of milk he’d poured the boy closer to him, “milk first, and then you can have more.”

Fives eyed the glass suspiciously before carefully taking it in both hands and downing it, seemingly without stopping for breath. When he put the glass down, he had a little milk mustache. Rex couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“What?” Fives asked, looking down at his plate, searching for whatever was so funny.

“You-” Rex broke out into another chuckle, “You’ve got a mustache.”

“No, I don’t,” Fives said, folding his arms.

“Yes, you do. Go look in the mirror.”

Fives gave Rex a confused look before heading off to the bathroom.

Rex shook his head and finished up his breakfast, smiling to himself.

Fives emerged from the bathroom a minute later with a clean, smiling face.

“It was from the milk,” the boy explained, as if Rex didn’t already know.

Rex nodded as Fives joined him in the kitchen, “Do you want some more pancakes?”

Fives shook his head as he sat back down in his chair, then he looked up a Rex, “Could we bring them for Echo?”

Rex shook his head, giving himself a few seconds to figure out the best way to explain to Fives, “Right now Echo’s in the ICU. Do you know what the ICU is?”

“Like the hospital?”

“Yeah, it’s a part of the hospital where they put the people who need a little extra help to get better. It stands for intensive care unit.”

“Is he going to die?” Fives had clearly picked up on the fact that someone already in the hospital needing extra help was bad. His voice was so small.

“We think he got through the worst part. He woke up last night and asked for you, which is a really good sign, but we can’t bring him anything from outside the hospital because he had to have some really big surgeries and we don’t want him to get infected.”

“Oh,” Fives’s eyes darted back and forth before they made their way back to Rex’s. “Can- can we still-? Are we allowed to see him?”

Rex nodded, “We can head on over after we get dressed and brush our teeth.”

Fives jumped up out of his chair in excitement and made a beeline for Rex’s bedroom. Rex marveled in the boy’s ability to switch his emotions so quickly, and his inability to hide any of them.

As Fives got dressed, Rex washed all the dishes as quickly as he could so he wouldn’t have to keep the boy waiting for long. Not surprisingly, Fives finished getting ready before Rex put the last dish on the drying rack. The boy bounded into the kitchen, bouncing on his toes and grinning.

Rex couldn’t help but match his grin, “Alright, get your shoes and coat on while I get dressed.”

Fives nodded and hopped over to the entry way where his tiny set of shoes sat next to Rex’s boots.

Rex threw on his clothes and swished some mouthwash around in his mouth (brushing took too long) before joining Fives in the entry way. The boy was practically exploding with energy and Rex had to tell him multiple times that his shoes were on the wrong feet before he stopped jumping up and down and sat so Rex could fix them.

As soon as they got onto the road Fives asked how long it would take to get to Echo, and not wanting the entire 45 minute car ride to consist of 45 “are we there yet?”s, Rex made Fives his navigator. He knew the way to Kamino General well enough that he would tell Fives to remind him to turn right when they got to the next intersection or get off the highway when he saw a green sign with the number 79 on it. It kept the boy surprisingly occupied as he seemed to take his role very seriously.

As they neared the hospital and sat waiting in city traffic, Rex glanced at Fives in the mirror, “Fives, there’s something I need to tell you about Echo before we see him.”

Fives twisted forward to look at Rex from his position analyzing the city outside his window.

“He got really hurt and he- his-” Rex started to explain, struggling to find the right words.

“His legs were gone,” Fives interrupted, eyes wide.

Rex stared at the boy in his mirror, “You saw?”

Fives nodded, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry,” Rex didn’t know what else to say.

Fives shrugged, “Green light.”

“Huh?” Rex gaped before he realized what Fives was referring to as the car behind him honked, “Shi-oot!”

Rex slammed on the gas and turned into the hospital’s visitor parking lot, “Sorry about that.”

“S’okay,” Fives mumbled. Then his head shot up with excitement, “Are we here?”

“Yep,” Rex said, pulling into a spot.

Before Rex came to a complete stop, Fives unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door, ready to leap out. Rex stomped on the breaks and lunged back to grab the boy’s wrist, lest he fall out of the car, “Fives!”

The boy yelped as Rex dragged him back away from the door.

“No!” Rex yanked the boy towards his face, “No. You do not get out of the car until it’s stopped moving! Do you understand?”

“I’m s-sorry,” Fives stared at Rex, face going pale.

“Do you understand?”

Fives tried to yank his arm away, but Rex had him in an iron grip.

“Do. You. Understand?”

Fives’s tiny fist came up from where it was clenched at his side and struck Rex on the cheek. Rex was so surprised he almost let go of the boy as Fives began screaming “sorry” repeatedly, flailed his captive wrist around, trying to bash Rex’s hand down into the console, and used his free hand to hit Rex’s arm with as much force as he was capable of.

Rex caught Fives’s other arm to prevent any further damage to either of them and held him still while he struggled. Even though Fives’s eyes were screwed shut, Rex tried to soften his expression from the angry one he was sure it held a few moments earlier to one as neutral as possible.

Eventually Fives’s struggles grew weaker, and his apologies died down to a faint whisper. Rex realized the boy was crying, tears leaking out the corners of his shut lids.

“Fives?” Rex said softly, loosening his grip on the boy so if he wanted to remove his arms he could.

Fives opened his eyes and tears gushed down his cheeks, “’m ssssorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, see?” Rex held up his hands.

Fives stared up at Rex with big watery eyes before slowly reaching out one of his own hands and placing it against Rex’s opposing palm.

Rex curled down his fingers so his hand enveloped Fives’s, “Are you okay?”

In response Fives pulled his and Rex’s hand towards his chest.

“Hug?” Rex asked, remembering last night.

“Please?”

“Alright, come here,” Rex said, hoisting the boy up over the console and into his lap.

Fives held Rex’s hand to his chest as Rex held him to his and they sat just breathing in silence together until Fives shifted to look up at Rex, “Are- are you very mad at me?”

Rex squeezed Fives a little tighter and smiled sadly, “I’m not very mad at you.”

They sat together for a few more moments and this time it was Rex who broke the silence, “Can I explain why I got upset?”

Rex felt Fives nod against his chest.

“Cars can be very dangerous if we aren’t careful in them or around them,” He felt Fives nod in understanding and continued, “One of the rules when you’re in the car is that you always keep your seatbelt on and you never open the door unless we are parked in a driveway or in a parking lot, does that make sense?”

Again, Rex felt Fives nod against him.

He continued, “When you opened the door, I was scared that you might get hurt, so I got upset. But I was more upset that you might get hurt than I was upset at you.” Rex rubbed Fives’s arm, “I’m sorry for yelling at you and for grabbing you.”

“I’m sorry, too. For- for breaking the rules.”

“It’s alright. You were excited, I get it. But next time we don’t jump out of moving cars.”

Fives nodded, sniffling.

Rex grabbed a tissue and handed it to the boy, “Ready to go see Echo?”

Fives smiled, blowing into the tissue, “Ready.”

@marierg @stressed-cherry @ffdemon @renton6echo @bambambunny @tearfulsolace @rndmpeep @brokenphoenix99 @xylionet @tazmbc1

[thegreatyin]

i think the scoundrel is starting to care about their city-self.

extremely slowly. extremely, extremely, painfully slowly. as slow as molasses drips off a spoon made entirely out of delusion and ripped-up flower petals.

...maybe care isn't exactly the right word. tolerating? putting up with? allowing the city to exist without going out of their way to ruin all of their own hopes and dreams?

it is nice, having a place that knows them so intimately. having a place practically dedicated to them and them alone. having a place where they belong- because they are that place.

they can grow used to it, if they give it a chance. and they are (will be) the master of such a thing...

yes. yes, they can give it a chance. they can give it a chance indeed.

maybe it can give them one too.

[lunaetis]

good girl would have a LOT of my muses on their knees, just saying.

[deathmcth-archived]

@phantasmaw​ asked: what's something that would put ayalon out of the mood? what about something he's unsure of trying? conversely, what's something that immediately gets him turned on? any favorite positions or toys?

          it’s hard to give a definite answer to what puts him out of the mood! what he likes and doesn’t like changes pretty rapidly by the day, but anything with bad hygiene has been a pretty constant one. In terms of like, smelling bad or just not taking care of yourself like you should LKJHDFK because he does like blood. and that could be seen as unhygienic to other people. sometimes being called ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’ would get him out of the mood. like he’s pretty indifferent to the kink itself, but there’s definitely times where it’d put him out.

       just being used for sex is another big one that turns him off. he’s a masochist and likes to be degraded, sure. but if his partner were to actually be serious and tells him they’re just in it for his dick/pussy, he’s gonna snap their neck. he’s got trauma :( he doesnt know it but he has it 

           he is a little unsure about having sex while in his actual form. He’s done it before, but it’s strictly been with other Gods. so he’s uncertain how it’d be with people who aren’t Gods. he doesnt want to scare anyone out of the mood, or accidentally kill them during it LKJDKFH LIKE. his true form can cause a lot of mishaps by just being around it! so he’d really have to think it through and also find a way for things to work out if he doesnt want to cause any horrible accidents. he could literally suck the soul out of someone’s dick. 

           masculinity, dominance, someone who challenges him head on- he gets pretty hot and bothered by all of it! he doesn’t really like outright disrespect, at least not something that he can’t laugh a little bit at. but he likes someone who’s fiery, who has a very bold and distinct personality, and someone who isn’t meek. while he  can appreciate quieter, softer and more feminine personality types, it’s harder for him to feel attraction to it. what he likes is someone in control, either so he can take that control away from them (consensually of course!), or because a God doesn’t wanna always be the boss all the time. 

            ok unsurprisingly he loves the mating press, whether he be receiving or giving. he also likes it when someone is holding his head down or pulling his hair while they go at it from behind LKDJFH and even going at it by laying on the side is pretty nice.. he wouldn’t mind being picked up but he also knows he’s a pretty big dude. he doesn’t expect anyone to even attempt it. but when he’s topping, he likes it when someone rides him! he likes seeing how worked up they can get and how easy it is to tell how desperate they are by how they ride him. he also likes the Head Down, Ass Up position, or when he’s standing up and the only thing holding his partner up is the grip he has on their hips. anything that makes it easy to bite his partner is always a plus too! 

        ayalon hasn’t really used toys! he probably has a few dildos, but they go pretty untouched. his sex drive has decreased the older he gets, and he doesn’t really get in the mood anymore UNLESS he’s with someone or that sort of dynamic is developing between him and someone else. toys can leave him pretty unsatisfied .. he’s romantic, he likes the feel of someone touching him 

[somewhere-on-kamino]

OC introduction | Rhea Morrigan

(c) by beloved @coldbrewarts

So, I never thought I‘d actually make an OC but my dear tumblr-discord friends helped and encouraged me a lot so… here‘s Rhea Morrigan!

Birth year/age: 45 BBY/26 years old

Species: human

Gender ID/pronouns: she/her

Orientation: clone-sexual

Home planet: Aldhani

Current location: Ryloth

Occupation: jedi knight and Commander of Captain Howzer and his men together with her Master Ker Tarkona by @ladyzirkonia who‘s the General

Affiliation: Jedi Order

Alignment: chaotic good

Family: parents somewhere in the highlands on Aldhani

**Physical characteristics**

Height: 1.75m

Eyes: blue

Hair: brown

Skin: pale af

Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: lightsaber scar on the bridge of her nose. Everyone thinks it‘s an epic battle scar but she‘s really clumsy and did this to herself while trying to learn the Anakin lightsaber spin. Only her master knows about this. Her close friends started guessing it.

**Personal history: **

- Came to Coruscant when she was 8.

- is stationed on Ryloth with her master but hates the hot and humid weather

- enjoys causing havoc with Hera and Chopper even though she‘s often assigned to keep an eye on them instead of joining them doing stupid stuff

**Personality**

- clumsy, really smart but sometimes a bit stupid

- loves nature and all creatures, enjoys botany and fauna, especially learning about new ones on different planets. Her quarters are full of plants, even the though she shouldn‘t have personal possessions

- even though Anakin is younger than her, she had a few youngling lessons with him and they‘re good friends, she has a habit of being a little shit as well

- hangs out with Ahsoka and Barris whenever they‘re around

- has a double bladed teal blue lightsaber

- drinks too much caf for her master‘s taste but doesn‘t care

- may have a tiny crush on Captain Howzer

**Inspiration**

1. ellie (the last of us)

2. juliette (silo/wool)

3. lucy (fall out)

4. aloy (horizon zero dawn)

5. jecki (acolyte)

6. robin (stranger things)

[mushluv]

this most certainly isn’t texas 🤠✨

[tititilani]

Six Sentence Sunday

I got the idea for tattooartist!Edwin and flowershop!Charles two days ago so even if I have been working on something else, I ofc wrote 2k of this instead in two days so have a sample. Also ignore the fact it's more than six sentences. <3

[oldyears]

journaled a lot this weekend after neglecting it for more than 14 days and i do feel a little bit like a person again

[bugtypesneaky]

day 3 - matching outfits

glad I could do at least one piece for the ship week!