#lasso the sun.

[fridgedeeznuts]

[moldy-beans]

Mor lasso doodles (I love this color pallet)

[pineappical]

would calling this something like "the sun to his earth" be a little bit too cliche? maybe...

[jackobbit]

ITS ALIVE!! ITS ALIIIIVEEE!!

Please forgive the jankiness of it, I haven’t animated since I was 14 and I had no clue how to use this app

But yay!! I can officially make my blorbo move :]

[appleciderjulie]

swk doodle (he’s literally my wife)

[devoursweetly]

[princebenvi]

something about the sun and the moon idk what posessed me for this one to be honest

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[asexualandalwaysshipping]

My favorite ship dynamic isn’t grumpy x sunshine, it’s sunshine x vitamin D deficient.

[smh0217]

*Jaune, Ren, and Team SSSN are in beacons gym playing basketball*

Goodwitch, angrily bursting into the Gym: Jaune Arc! Get your hairy ass into my office. NOW!

*Goodwitch turns and leaves the gym. silence follows as players begin chuckling, whistling, and going ooh!*

Jaune: …Every single one of you knows my ass isn't hairy… Yet NONE of you spoke up. And I will never forgive you.

*Jaune leaves the gym to follow Goodwitch*

Sun: He's right.

*Everyone turns to look at Sun*

Sun: We're cowards…

[mothsartart]

happy disability wrath month. this has been sitting in my head for weeks now, and i finally was able to do something with it

[coachbeards]

in that order

[fridgedeeznuts]

take 2

[valdomarx]

standing by my headcanon that jamie got his walnut mist highlights done in marbella while on holiday with roy

[sighonaraa]

i'm baaaaaaaaack!

At his other side, Beard clears his throat. “Where you at, Coach?” “Right here,” says Roy, and it comes out as a growl without his permission. He’s grateful at least that Beard isn’t the sort of person to get offended by a misplaced growl or two, but he does take a conscious moment to shift the pitch of his voice so that his next words are somewhat more obliging. “I’m right here. Why?” “Mm,” says Beard. His eyes are obscured by the sunglasses he always wears, rendering his face a mystery, but the line of his mouth is soft, contemplative. “Not so sure you are.” Roy barely wrangles the urge to snap. “Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” “Lots of people are somewhere else when they think they’re right here,” Beard finally says after a pause that goes on so long Roy nearly forgets they’ve been having a conversation. “Makes it hard to find them, but you can. You just have to go looking.”

or, chapter 2, ft. a disappointing lack of hugs (for now), sam and dani being the best friends in the whole wide world, and every single person losing the idgaf wars

[howdyrowdypartner]

A preview from the yet untitled Roy x Jamie Spanish Sun Fic!!

The sun is setting over Roquetas de Mar, and Jamie buries his toes deeper into the sand. Playa Serena is anything but what it’s namesake suggests at this time of day, bustling with people soaking up the final rays of the night, but here and now and in this moment, all Jamie allows himself to focus on us the swirl of pink and orange reflecting across some of the finest water Spain has to offer.

He likes it here, mostly; away from the glamour of Barcelona or Madrid, a quieter town yawning wide across the southern coast, just passed the sea of plastic, a gem tucked in each night and awoken each morning by the kiss of the sea.

Although there are fewer tourists here than Ibiza, Mallorca, Marbella, they’re here regardless. In this smaller, cheaper city, he sees more people who remind him of he and his mum: working class people whose perpetually stressed faces melt into something softer in the heat of the Spanish sun. A pang of guilt tugs at him as it does so often, the idea he’d given up a secure life not only for himself but that also would have meant Mummy never had to work another day, but Georgie’s voice in his head shuts it down quickly. “Follow your bliss, baby,” she’d said, and while he doesn’t know if that’s what this is, for the first time in a very long time, something like peace settles under Jamie’s skin.

Somehow, after all of the blood, sweat and tears, years of his life devoted only to the altar of Football, leaving the Prem had turned out to be one of the easiest things he’s ever done. Coming here, slowing down - for the first time in a long time, Jamie’s not constantly looking over his shoulder, doesn’t have to duck from a boot being thrown at his face. For the first time in a long time, Jamie doesn’t have to run. He doesn’t have to be Jamie fucking Tartt - here, he gets to be Jay, the cute bartender who will flirt with you as he sets down your third round of sangria.

The sun is setting over Roquetas, and Jamie smiles.

[youwillfindilluminating]

if there’s a joke about jamie jerking off to roy’s poster in the next episode I’m going to fling myself into the sun. that’ll be it for me.