#tea burn work

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Yue Qingyuan and Tianlang Jun having tea together ☕

[Commission for @absolmon!]

[izzystizzys]

it’s canon to me that anakin skywalker and marshall commander fox are archnemeses of a shakespearean nature to eachother

why? well, fox’ life is a tragedy of galactic proportions. he’s a slave at best and straight up non-sentient property at worst, caught at the crossroads of being the face of the republic’s most corrupt establishment to his brothers who resent him for being forced to bear an authority he has no actual control over, and being the closest and easiest target for that very authority’s ire. made to enforce the rigged and deeply unjust laws against his own oppressed peoples, and no one understands better than fox how much coruscant truly despises them. the chancellor at the heart of it all, and anakin, the favored pupil - taken in by the flattery and empty promises like all the rest of them, the jedi most intimately connected to the senate who yet cares so little to know the clones who shed their blood in it every day that he never sees beyond his own very nose. no one asks the guard what they think, and fox despises them all for it, but the jedi who play at caring more than anything. it’s an impersonal, distanced dislike for the most part, but with skywalker it burns all the brighter for how often fox sees him walk the halls of the senate and never think to ask.

also fox cut anakin off in traffic once and he never forgave him for it

[the-call-of-cthuwu]

relativity falls mabel has a different muumuu for every day the way kid mabel had her sweaters

[distance-does-not-matter]

Gracie just reminded me of when I was in Scotland, I was walking in the very pretty cemetery and petting some dogs I’d just met and talking to their owners, and one asked me what I was studying, and when I told her “gothic lit”, she said “oh, that explains why you’re hanging around here then”

like. MA’AM sldjsbdbdb. and she’s not WRONG I do love a cemetery

[yanderespamton78]

the current state of the arg

sorry guys the art isnt arting D:

(btw if youre confused on why i drew turnip like that i was referencing the picrew he did ages ago bc idk it looked fun to draw anddd i dont like taking reference off real life images)

[yellowistheraddest]

i love headaches

i love migraines

i love headaches

i love migraines

i love headaches

i love migraines

i love headaches

i love migraines

[mochinon-yah]

I have proven once again that i am indeed a very good matchmaker hehe

Harmony (@.harmonysanreads):

And you know who i matcher her with? Well, in short: sampo, aventurine, topaz (platonic?), and blade >:D

Context: this reblog of mine!

[persephoneflouwers]

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[convexicalcrow]

Pain jarred through Cub’s shins as he landed on the platform that marked the beginning of the burning dark. Unlike the mines above from where he’d jumped, this place felt wholly alien. This was not a place for players but for Wardens.

It had indeed been a while since the dungeon felt- unfamiliar. Hostile. Not meant for him. Some place he really ought not to be. And yet-

Perhaps it was the lingering skulk in his system but he was certain he could hear whispering. Something- he wasn’t sure he could make out the words, but he had a feeling he knew where this was heading.

His heart was already hammering in his chest, so loudly he was sure the Wardens could hear him as he snuck around the maze. He had already lost his bearing several times and the pressure plates were obstacles he was not yet able to avoid.

He placed a hand on a wall to steady himself. Breathe, he told himself. Breathe and focus. Check the compass.

Something cold shivered up his spine instead as he felt the all too familiar feeling of possession overcome him. He felt- hungry. Like he wanted to roar and consume and feast on the Hermits that would come down here. Feral, too. He tasted blood on his lips as he travelled around on all fours, waiting, hiding, watching.

Tango’s cackling voice boomed in his mind. Tango’s? Or the dungeon’s? Was there even a difference? All he knew was that he called a Warden over and laughed so hard it hurt as the Warden ran over and struck him dead.

That- wasn’t what he remembered when he respawned, of course. He didn’t remember anything at all. But he could see bits of skulk on his hands, under his fingernails, staining his skin, and in the back of his mind spoke Tango, a lackey you are and a lackey you will be.

“Yes, master.”

Cub shivered; the dungeon laughed, and Cub laughed along with it. His heart beat softly in time to the dungeon and time stood still.

[kojiarakiartworks]

June 2011 KTM　Kathmandu  Nepal

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

[creativebrainrot]

'self shipping is cringe 11!!!!!!'

all of mental health care and experiences is the dumbest fuckoff thing in the world, i do not draw the line at imagining Hot Fictional Man giving me a littel kith making me want to kill myself less. my entire life has been 'well i want to see my cat tomorrow' 'i dont want to make my dad sad' 'i want to make friends one day' 'who knows maybe just maybe if i keep going a real guy will appear and do the things fictional man in my head does that i think about' if u have a slightly incorrect brain makeup u just cant feel HappyTM the experience of being in a randomly generated genetic vessel of flesh chemicals and bone is extremely stupid keep living for whatever makes you happy and if that is the thought of fictional character loving you then godspeed my friend

[tempestuousserenity]

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[peapod20001]

I’m the type that can and will cry if think too hard <3

[tedhead]

those bomberguy fans are unhinged