#love me love me true

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Elvis f/os part 2

Rick Richards (paradise Hawaiian style)

(Spinout also came out in ‘66 too so I’m improvising.)

Aricka x Rick, love me, love me true

Scott Hayward (clambake)

Aricka x Scott, I want you, I need you

Greg nolan (live a little, love a little)

Aricka x Greg, six feet tall and super strong

Jess Wade (Charro)

Aricka x Jess, cowboy take me away

Dr John carpenter (change of habit)

Aricka x John, I’m liking what I see

Deke Rivers, loving you

Aricka x Deke, I'll always be loving you

Toby Kwimper, Follow that dream

Aricka x Toby, let me kiss an angel tonight

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

[devilish-moan]

[eydilily]

2 sore losers!

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[fairytalesofstarlight]

Odysseus, just murdered 108 people and still covered in blood: I’m a different man now… I’ve done so much wrong… can someone like me even be loved anymore…?

Penelope, already tired of this: mhm, okay, then do me a quick favor and move the bed-

Odysseus, incensed: WTF PENELOPE HOW COULD YOU

Penelope, immediately: CHECKMATE MOTHERFUCKER I KNOW IT’S YOU SO QUIT THE PITY PARTY

[danielsarmand]

if viktor was a worm jayce would build the most beautiful enclosure for him and would spend all his free time staring at him and feeding him leaves and i think this is deeply devastating. he loves him in the purest of ways and the affection was NEVER one sided jayce and viktor always loved each other and they always will to some extent

[toboldlymuppet]

newfound fave lil creachers

[akanemnon]

We didn't even get an answer, and we never will (at least it's not determination)

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MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Bringing this back.

VINCENT PRICE introduces The Vincent Price collection of Fine Art for Sears and Roebuck (1962)

[thnks--fr-th-vnm]

i understand why he wore this damn jacket all the time now..

[excitementshewrote]

[velvetwyrme]

*very long pause as i slowly lean into the mic*

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doorwings as elytra.

*tries to drop mic, fumbles it, and leaves*

[devilish-moan]