#over how I speak

[that-dreaded-wolf]

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[hinamie]

someone asked if i had ever drawn gojo with his scars, now i have :>

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You made her cry, time to die.

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[partfae]

there’s something so special to me about the casual intimacy (both physical and emotional) of the stark family. robb carrying bran to his horse. bran holding robb’s hand to comfort him. jon ruffling arya’s hair and pushing her around and her laughing and pushing him right back. ned hugging sansa and arya in front of the entire king’s court. they’re always thinking about each other and missing each other. the kids cry and fight and play and are kids, and ned and catelyn are kind to one another, and it’s beautiful. it’s so warm, so human, in contrast with the coldness of other familial relationships in the book.

[bellz4brainz]

I DON'T WANT THIS ANYMORE

[alt version below cut]

so anyways yeah my object show fixation has consumed me once more thanks to episode 15 🫶 (help me)

may or may not post more here again if i fully delve back into doing osc art

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[whollyjoly]

look we all want buck in tommys hoodie....

but i raise you a tommy who accidentally grabbed bucks hoodie and walks into harbour only to have lucy laugh so hard she falls out of her chair

[little-shiny-sharpies]

I like to imagine, somewhere in their realities, f/os feel very loved whenever someone here thinks of them fondly or cries over how much they love them.

For some reason, no matter how dark and grim their world may be, there’s a moment where they stop for a moment and feel a sense of something wash over them in an invisible light. Perhaps joy or hope, pride, glee, or maybe just content with the world around them for a moment, and all their worries fade away for a few minutes.

Maybe sometimes the feeling is so intense they can’t help but shed a tear or two of joy while doing some monotonous task before wondering where such feeling came from. Fading as quickly as it arrived.

And when you’re suddenly overcome with awe of how beautiful the sky in the parking lot is, suddenly stopping and realize how inconceivably small the chances of you existing were, about how happy you are you get to experience a world with so many of your favorite drinks, about how much you enjoy your own company, or suddenly feeling a sense of pride in yourself for something monotonous..

Maybe that’s them, loving you.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

bothersome creature

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[suntails]

reality

[egophiliac]

heeey guess what, I'm obsessed with this idiot flamingo now

[stealingyourbones]

Every day i read a post where people write that “Bruce Wayne has an adoption problem” or that Danny is adoption bait on the first second of seeing him, not even knowing if he has a want of vengeance and a sad backstory and parallels to Bruce, and every day I want to softly cry in a corner.

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE