#sat up straight in my bed for that

[gum-iie]

something deep in my psyche is telling me to revisit this sketch with updated perspective do i answer its siren call two years too late

[t-errifier]

[soaps-mohawk]

Honestly I wake up extremely strange like every morning when my alarm turns on I literally just gasp and basically fly off the bed so if I was a little omega sleeping or maybe taking a nap with one of the boys I think they'd get a heart attack from seeing the reader literally jumping off the bed (sorry about the weird way I described it but I think you get the picture lol)

When it happens the first time? Yeah. They're flying out of bed too asking what's happening, where's the fire, is it a bug, a nightmare?

Cue that panic that something’s wrong, perhaps even some yelling (Johnny) which wakes everyone else up. Definitely scares them, until they realize it's just how the reader wakes up.

After that it's a game to try and keep the reader from doing that in the morning. Sleeping in a cocoon of blankets and limbs, always being held onto tightly. It becomes an unconscious reflex to just lock the reader in place when an alarm goes off or she starts to flail. Still happens though, and now they just laugh about it.

[vertonghen]

DELESON 😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[dan-whoell]

KS Phil reblogged the rpf tourney poll!!!

oh my god that's incredible

he loves us 😭😭

[namelessprince]

sits upright in bed in a cold sweat. peter asking 'would you still love me if i was a worm' and rumi answering 'i would love you even more than i do now.' ONE. sets up the later parallel of rumi asking if peter would still love them even if they werent rumi. TWO. originally i thought rumis answer was just them being silly. but now knowing more about them... that was 100% earnest. and it was them hoping against hope that someone might think the same of them.

[opiumvampire]

oh my god. oh my god. i have to make a charm bracelet and the charms are like the eraserhead baby and pt sink baby and other babies of dubious nature. oh my god. my pandora bracelet of sons. i have to go to michaels right now

[endlessnightlock]

a few years ago I had some severe mental health shit going on and one of the things I noticed was I’d stopped dreaming. cut to now where I’m feeling good most days thanks to meds but having lots of weird-ass, vivid dreams.

[void-sky]

i could really use some mood stability right now

[excalirebagel]

okay I know I say this a lot but dungeon meshi truly did something to my brain. I held my poor boyfriend hostage talking about how much I love episodic character driven comics. My beloved you cannot sleep now. We must discuss the relationship between plot structure and characterization.

[lesausageperson]

most epicest battle ever (real)

colouring sheet + sketch

[babybearnini]

My aniexty if so bad lately I have nightmares constantly my stomach is almost always in knots and I feel myself getting breathless and my chest getting tight frequently

[dilemmaed]

"oops there I go again breaking things" IS THIS FUCKING PLAY ABOUT US???

[hierba-picante]

NSR NSR NSR I MISS NSR AAAAUGHHH I'M SOBBING

mayday & zuke + mayday and zuke and a HINT of ellie

good lord some of these have been marinating for like 3+ months

the first artwork is probably the longest i've spent on something yet (like a week of on-and-off attention? and then another few days of tweaking and polishing things) mostly because i am so not used to doing painting & perspective like that and i have learned two valuable lessons:

1. gmod and blender are GODSENDS when it comes to D.I.Y-ing my own reference material

2. it is O.K to not be totally satisfied with the result . (however i do still think it's really good for something so far out of my comfort zone🔥🔥)

also ... zukebob image is an inside joke between me And my bestie ...

[bloodrvvvsh]

having the sudden motivation and ideas for my newest fic but its. 4am.

[stargirlrchive]

simon’s work wife

one — two — three — four

the transition in your relationship—if you could call it that—with simon was easier than you anticipated. he practically herded you into his apartment.

helping you pack, doing all the heavy lifting, and grunting softly when you’d ask if some of your decor would clash with his. “wh’tver you want in our house will go, doll.”

our house. our.

shivers ran down your spine when you’d hear him refer to your things as our. you didn’t mind it—albeit it did confuse you a bit because just two weeks ago you were single, and now you were living with your lieutenant, and sleeping in his bed, and he’d cook for you—even knew how you liked your coffee in the morning.

the only weird thing was that he didn’t touch you.

well he did, like placing a heavy hand on your lower back to guide you, or pressing up against you to grab a cup from the shelves because you couldn’t reach it, or letting his thumb trail down your throat as you spoke to him.

but he didn’t touch you.

that plagued your thoughts all day, even as you slipped into bed with him. letting out a small huff as he turned to face you in the dim light of the room.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing.”

you could tell his brows pinched together but you didn’t mention it. picking at your cuticles to stop yourself from looking at him.

you were still so confused; he clearly wanted you if his actions meant anything. and you couldn’t deny that anytime he’d refer to you as his ‘missus’ that warmth curled in your belly and left you a mess.

a needy, horny mess. it was his fault really.

he grunted, thick fingers wrapping around your soft thigh to pull you closer to him, “we ain’t supposed to go to sleep mad at each other.”

your nose scrunched up at him as you somehow found yourself under him, “and who sets these rules?”

he stared at you for a second before that same hand that was curled around your thigh now moved to curl around your throat gently, his eyes glued to your lips.

“me.”

you huff again, but make no move to move from under him—a move simon doesn’t miss. “what’s go ya’ so worked up, sweetheart?”

the gravel in his voice had your skin heating up, nipples pebbling as you met his gaze, “you.”

“me?”

“mhm.”

the amusement was clear in his eyes, staring down at you as he let his weight sink into you and you had to bite back the moan that threatened to leave your lips.

god, you felt pathetic. just the feeling of his cock on your belly, the scent of him, had you reeling.

“tell me what you need.”

one of his hands trailed lower, thumb barely ghosting over your nipple and a breathless whine left your mouth. “well—i-i need you to perform your duties-”

a rumbly laugh left his mouth as his nose dipped down to your throat, licking up your neck and nipping softly, “my duties?”

heat coiled in your belly, arousal pulling between your thighs as you tried to control your breathing. “and what duties have i been falling short on?”

your mind went hazy as he cupped your breast, lowering his hips to press his cock against your cunt, heavy and thick and just there. teasing you further by not moving.

“have i been neglecting my missus?”

that pulled a moan straight from your parted lips, hips bucking upwards to grind against his cock as he grunted lowly. “y-yes, been neglecting me.”

he nipped at your neck, thick fingers easily snapping away that lacy fabric that sat on your hips as he growled out softly, “m’sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you.”