#some sort of calmness

[justfriendsbestthings]

So how is everyone doing on a scale from 1 to AAAHHHH? Just curious

[buttercupshands]

I think I only shared this one on discord

Redraw of the first Loop (and not first Siffrin) I drew sometime in September

The page feat. Sasasa:ap Frin making a crane sketch

And some silly things

I had a normal Loop version if this sketch, but was feeling silly so I combined them

And first sketch version

[demonstars]

patron saint of MINECRAFT, GAY BITCHES and MISSING CATS

[aecholapis]

October 18th - Prime and Protector

Tarn / Optimus Prime

For the @tfrarepairing fest 2024

[muffinlance]

druk gets into zukos coffee supply

"Uncle."

Uncle raised his tea cup to his lips.

"Uncle, how did he get in."

Uncle took the most delicate of sips.

"Uncle I am not turning another storeroom into tea storage."

"How unfortunate to waste the space," said Uncle. "After all, it is quite hard to keep a dragon out once they have acquired the taste!"

"Uncle."

[canisalbus]

I've had Ludovicas girlfriend on the brain for months and finally sketched her out. I see her as the opposite to machete in that she has dark colours and softer shapes. Her ears and facefur kinda blend together and she gets big soft browneyes..

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[teddyeddiediaz]

Bobby always had the best advice when it came to grief. Having lived through so much himself, he was someone who truly understood what it was like to lose his loved ones.

But who was Eddie supposed to go to when Bobby was the one he was grieving?

He couldn’t go to Buck, not when he was grieving the father he should have had. The man he never directly told just how much he meant to him.

The rest of the team was grieving just as hard. He didn’t know what to do.

He won’t fall back into fighting, that’s not a thought that’s even crossed his mind. But it was Bobby who had spoken to him back then. Mad him realise the anger he still had towards Shannon for leaving despite her not having a choice.

He’s angry at Bobby now, for leaving like this. He’d already had a close call the last year, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t something they thought would actually happen.

This wasn’t 14 minutes, this was permanent.

How dare he leave so suddenly. When Eddie’s already struggling with so much change in Texas. How dare he leave them all like this. Suddenly, painfully. How dare he not say goodbye.

He didn’t have time. He didn’t know. But it doesn’t matter. Eddie is angry. Angry at Bobby, angry at the world, angry that all his closest friends, his support are hurt just as badly. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to deal with this.

He leaves the funeral quickly, sits in his rental car and realises he doesn’t have a place go. He doesn’t have a house here. He could go to a hotel but his mind feels so foggy right now he doesn’t want to have to deal with that.

The door to his car opens and Buck sits in the passenger seat without warning. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there with him.

It’s cloudy but it’s not raining. For some reason that makes Eddie mad too. It’s like the sky is holding itself back, he just wants there to be a release.

Buck starts tapping out a nonsense tune on the dashboard, never quite able to keep his hands still. Eddie finds the noise comforting and familiar and he slumps against his seat, clenching his eyes shut. He rubs at his face, surprised when his hand comes back wet with tears. He’s not sure when he started crying. Maybe he never stopped.

“Y-you wanna sleep—sleep on my couch?” Buck asks suddenly.

Eddie swallows, nodding a few times. “Yeah, okay.”

He’s not sure how they’re supposed to deal with it. Not sure if they can. But he’s not alone. He’s never alone. Not when Buck’s got his back.

[iwonderwh0]

In one of the nightmares I had years ago as a kid I answered a phone, and on the other end a crying female voice said "I got hit by a car!" and as I asked who the caller is, they hung up. A few minutes ago I got this call in real life. It came from unknown number from a different country. I asked who's calling, and they hung up. This is the trippiest thing that has ever happened to me.

[doccywhomst]

i’ve never felt so desperate for anything in my life

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[planetarythorns]

oh I know its bad if I'm pulling out the hbomberguy plagiarism video i've watched it like 100 times already

Pre-show curse strikes again...

[bruqh]

after ep 11 and the marriage contract reveal and seeing a lot of speculation that they are a god of anarchy (already v connected to figs character) i rewatched the scene between her and porter and zara talking about where she gets her powers from fig says about kristen (and cass) “she’s doubt, im rebellion, they go hand in hand” and brennan lays it on thickkk about fig pledging herself to rebellion would also make kristen (and cass) stronger !!!

[natjennie]

girl over a year into a hyperfixation voice. I have GOT to learn morse code.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

I’m sick and have no desire to do my homework so maybe I should write that kind of fucked up braxmana fic I’ve been rotating for a while

[the-way-astray]

Since you seem to be most familiar with the side of tumblr that isn’t afraid to express their opinions about characters they don’t like, I was wondering if you know any accounts on tumblr that talk about Fitz in a similar fashion? Or just anything “anti-Fitz” for that matter. I can’t find any. Thank you!

okay i'm not familiar with any "side" of keepblr that doesn't post in the main tag . . . and since there's never much fitz hate in the main tag, if at all, i don't know any fitz hater blogs whatsoever. i'm not like this because i'm on some general hater "side" of keepblr, i'm like this because i hate keefe and i want to shout into the void about it, regardless of whether people agree or not

having said that you asked nicely so i tried my best to find blogs that frequently post in anti fitz tags (like #anti fitz vacker, #anti fitz, #fitz hate, etc.). and i found four . . . i did a bit of scrolling to make sure they weren't like terfs or some shit. one of them did raise some red flags for me personally, so i won't add that blog here in the interest of not making a callout post (long story short. red flags to do with the stripper fintan instagram war situation. if you know you know) so i'm leaving that one off (if you really want that one, dm me). here are the others: @carcinized @cottoncandytrafficcones @turquoise-skyyyy . . . these three seem to have intense negative opinions of fitz

a fitz (and general character) hater green flag for me personally is when they can be friends with fitz (and general character) lovers and when they make jokes about being a hater and don't take it too seriously, and one of these blogs (carcinized) is friends with summer and also makes jokes in a similar vein to the way i joke about my keefe hatred. so that's a good sign i think. i wouldn't say either of them hate fitz in a similar fashion to me because for the life of me i cannot find a single post from either of them that explains why they dislike fitz, and i'm very vocal about the reason i dislike keefe. no paragraphs-long rants to be found on any of their blogs . . . i'm sorry anon i tried. and i'm also like 90% sure that none of them are frequent kotlc posters anymore. so that's also a thing . . . yeah i tried my best but i genuinely think that active fitz haters are just unicorns on tumblr

[horridwizardthing]

guess whose laptop got fixed. (im finally able to draw with my drawing tablet YIPPEE I need to relearn this all over again)