#resposting

[artbyace]

lil totoro sketches <33

[dorkycorner]

-if used for pfp please credit & reblog - no reposting allowed-

[gunbf]

repeats to myself at least i can play resident evil at least i can play resident evil at least i can play res

[babydolllblogger]

who has the face like smarty does? ⋆⁺₊❅. mine

[cloverjester]

[onmyknife]

casual domination so I can possessively grab her waist and pull her against me. Making her sit on my lap no matter where we are. If we have to sit next to each other? My hand will be on her thigh. I’ll open all the doors for her, my hands won’t leave her body. she’s getting the full pretty princess treatment

[nemnums]

ultraman’s tamagotchi

[fagbearentertainment]

I’ve been sent on a 2am search posting all this gravityfallsdotpng and then passing out

[ratfest]

[bettertwin1]

MIKU MIKU BEAAAAMMM

[v6que]

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ₍ ꪴꪴ ֥ ֖ ˛₎ㅤ ㅤ𖾓𖾟𖾓ㅤ ㅤ ᪲

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𓋵͚ ㅤ 𐐺𐢮ᷓㅤㅤㅤ꙰⁛ㅤㅤˁ ᪲˒ ˙˙˓ˀ

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[mimikyuno]

had to recreate the rollercoaster of emotions i felt during this scene like. 🤨🏳️‍⚧️⁉️… 😲‼️🏳️‍🌈‼️🎈🌟🤝🏻🎀🎨

[24hrsoda]

another much older sketch of ra’s and damian. i wasn’t gonna share it because it’s so old and my style has changed a bit.

[sketchydoof]

The Final Battle

[babydolllblogger]

me bcs its spooky season ‧₊⁺˖♱ ݁˖⋆ mine

[amorchai]

thinking about a pining best friend!jess mariano. 

you practically live in your room by your desk with headphones playing soft beats to study for the final exams before graduating from stars hollow high, you practically live on the cosy cottage bungalow alone. too focused on the music and writing notes that you don’t hear jess mariano rattling the window above your bed until you see a figure fall on top of the duvet. 

jess, the pining idiot, just murmurs something and you take your headphones off and he just goofily mutters a, “hey. thought i’d drop by, y’know?” turning to your bookcase and complaining about the sheer number of romance. you promise him ice cream if he shuts up and lets you study for a while. 

jess, who’s scarily in love but has no idea how to express it only connects his thumb and pointer finger across his lips as a mimic of zipping his mouth and throwing away the imaginary key before skimming through your awful friends to lovers book but secretly wishing it could end up like you both. glancing up at you while the desk lamp emits warm glow across your face quite like an angel in the dark room and he wants to kiss you there and then. 

jess, who nods and pats the spot beside him whenever you glance over, coaxing you to cuddle him for a while because he can only bear your company, no one else’s. 

jess, who rolls his eyes but sighs in a nod when you ask to play 'friends' when he won at your distraction to come lay beside him. breathing straggled and uneven when your breath hits his neck and tucks further into his side. 

jess, the infatuated best friend, who watches you sleep and is glad your insomniac self can catch up on a nap in the evening because you’ve been working yourself to death with the upcoming work. chuckling fondly when you wake up and freak at the night sky, thinking you overslept be he assures it’s only been half an hour and there’s still plenty of time. 

jess, who watches you walk back to the desk, sleepy eyes and long cosy cardigan over your frame and asking which of two freezer ice cream flavours he wants can only blurt out, “let’s go on a date,” in return. 

jess, blushing profusely, trying to play it down when you go wide-eyed and look back to your friend, “you. me. date?” and with a casual nod, purse lips to hide his internal freakout, he responds, “well, that is what a date means. is it not?” 

jess, who can only be left in your room bewildered and face beat red, for the first time speechless as one thought runs through his mind, how you said “yes,” straight after.