#maybe a little TOO SILLY

[hoodedalchemist]

So I made a guy

His name is Lev

He’s just slightly stabby

[shey-pancake]

some doodles I did for uhhh ermmm uhm the silly (oomfie) he is a rlly good friend and his oc just ROCKS I had to draw it grrr

btw he was my valentine yesterday :p slash j mwehehahah we silly, we gay, get over it lolololol slash s !!1

goofy doodles

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Uncaring

[tr4g1c-g1rl-j4m13]

Nov. 7, 2024 continuation

i still have like 30 more minutes of class and I don't feel like doing work. ALSOO I just realize it's been exactly a month since I last posted, so that's so silly. I'm just gonna post a bunch of songs that remind me of my music bf:

watermelon by John + Jane Q

nobody puts baby in the corner by fall out boy

one by U2

drink by destroy boys

yeah boy and doll face by pierce the veil

always by blink-182

josie by blink-182

i caught fire by the used

anyone else but you by moldy peaches

after hours by the velvet underground

you're so great by blur

be my baby by the ronnettes

age of consent by new order

flightless bird, American mouth by iron and wine

enjoy the silence by depeche mode

whatsername by greenday

love you to death by type o negative

nothing with you by descendents

i'm probably gonna have to put the computer back soon so wtv, I have a whole playlist on Spotify for a bunch of songs that remind me of him <3

-jamieee <<<<3333 (again)

[fairsweetlonging]

imagine if after the transmigration shen qingqiu became a combination of shen yuan and shen jiu, not in a "second person living in my head" kind of way, but a "this house is haunted and carries the echoes of the dead" kind of way; imagine shen yuan having nightmares about a house, a fire, a faceless boy behind a door he can't remember; imagine him having flashes of emotions he doesn't understand, rage at a name he doesn't recognize, helplessness when yue qingyuan apologizes for something he won't mention, nausea when ning yingying says the name "a-luo"; imagine parts of his own self have changed too, how he now likes bows in his hair, pretty flowers and flowing robes, but can no longer stand a stranger's touch, a man's touch, yet he longs for the brothels, but never sexually, only fondly, like there's something there he misses. there are many empty spaces in his heart where he feels something is missing

[ruporas]

in a mood (ID in alt)

[cyellolemon]

Also super quick labru thing because i needed to draw t4t labru but i didn't manage to draw any better than that sryyy

[unluckedtj]

so. this’ll never be real but i think it’d be silly if kazuma got a small white snake. just to hang out with

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I haven't read these books at all, but your art is so fun and cute that I like seeing your comics a lot regardless. Fantastic Silly Little Guy energy.

Thank you for enjoying my silly little guys and my comics B*)

[cainternn]

normalize squishing your ocs into weird poses like cats

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i said i picked up this issue for anything but drunk erik i fear i'd be lying

(Wolverine (2020) #3)

[ganondoodle]

(zelda comic wip)

the struggle with art continues but there is some sort of progress happening for chapter 2

[dootznbootz]

Fascinating how Polites, the character who is the personification of Odysseus' optimism and is only in 5 songs, is more grieved and appreciated than Eurylochus, a character who is his own person and is in 11 songs.

[o-vera-nalyzing]

my biggest aftg head canon is that andrew is just a silly little guy—like his meds didn’t change his personality he was just more easily distractable and had less of a filter so all the stupid little jokes he made are his own

[myokk]

She hears him calling her name as she flees down the spiral staircase, almost tripping over her feet in her rush to get away from him, but he catches up quickly, reaching out to grab her arm in an attempt to slow her down. She stops running immediately - she supposes her traitorous body wants to see what he has to say, or maybe it just wants to bask in his intoxicating proximity. He crowds her space, and she sees that unfamiliar look in his eyes again. So very different from the cold disdain she had seen the last time she had been this close to him, during the argument that had ended their friendship.

Oh, Merlin, he's getting closer to her, and she can now clearly see the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose and forehead and then before she knows it, his hand is sliding up her arm, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches and then he's caressing her jaw with his rough thumb and he pauses. Her eyelids flutter closed as her head tilts towards him - she couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to (what does she want?). She can feel his warm breath ghosting over her lips and she has the improbable, ridiculous thought - how is he remembering to breathe? - before he speaks. His lips brush against hers with every soft word and a deep shiver runs through her body.

"I," she hears him say, his voice so, so low, "haven't been able to think since last week."

That's all she needs to hear, the brush of his bottom lip against hers all she needs to feel, to push her into closing what minuscule distance there is between them and then his lips are on hers and it's better than anything she's been imagining. His mouth is soft against hers, insistent, and her hands go up to grip the collar of his plaid jacket to make sure he doesn't go away or disappear on her.

from my oneshot💘