#thank you autumn!!

[perksofbeingpoet]

sometimes, when he's so tired his head swims and his vision blurs, todd forgets about what happened and can feel neil next to him.

a month after the play, todd almost faints because he's tried not to sleep for days.

“this isn't something that just happens.” todd is trying not to listen, trying to avoid knox' concerned eyes. the sky outside is a pale blue and less accusing. "this isn't something that just happens, todd." but todd shakes his head. “i just couldn't fall asleep.” "nightmares?” how easy it is to nod, as easy as

falling asleep

[camelliagwerm]

i ALSO choose 14!

14. Favourite book you read this year?

Ooh, okay so funnily enough, all of my favourites that I've read this year have all been horror! I've taken plenty of Ls this year from books, but the horror genre hasn't disappointed me.

I can't pick one, but depending on what sort of flavour you want:

The Hacienda by Isabel Canas - a gothic horror/romance featuring ghosts, family secrets, colonialism and intense romantic/sexual tension with a hot priest. A young woman marries a charming young patrón whose last wife died in some...suspicious circumstances. And there is something Wrong with the house.

House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson - a vampire-adjacent, sapphic gothic horror/romance A young woman decides to make a better life for herself by applying to become a blood maid, to feed the decadent aristocracy of the North, and becomes enraptured with the Countess of the House of Hunger.

Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica (thank you @snowthroat for reccing me this one) - this one severely Fucked Me Up and I read it in one sitting. More dystopian/bleak horror with a focus on 'what if humanity had to turn to cannibalism to survive?', from the perspective of someone works in the uh. special meat industry. Genuinely made me feel sick to my stomach in places. Please look at the content warnings before diving into this one because holy shit.

Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant (Seanan McGuire) (thank you to @rivensbane for reccing me this forever ago!) - a crew sets out to discover what happened to a ship that went missing previously in the Marianas Trench when they had gone to make a documentary on whether mermaids actually exist. It gives me very much monster b-movie vibes. A very entertaining time that made my grandmother a little too concerned when she caught me cackling at a death.

Pinging @nemobeatrice who asked for 14 too!

END OF THE YEAR ASKS

[evenlyevi]

Wandering, wondering

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[pitsazawr]

Jack Stauber — The End

"It's only just the end", Tim

[astearisms]

but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[kiratastic]

A real rarity, Kira has once again made an illustration and completely finished it 😁

Well, I would like to use this drawing to thank everyone who accompanie me on my journey and support me!

Thank you very much!!! 🥹❤️ I sometimes struggle to find the right words, but I think a thank you is worth a thousand words!

And I thought this drawing was more than worth finishing, even though it was originally created for my comic ��

Since my comic takes place in autumn in my imagination, there is now autumn flaire in summer 🤣

I hope you like it!

Much love from me! 💖

@goodomensafterdark

[bananasmores]

loud

[seiwas]

suguru looks at you and thinks he could tell you everything.

it's tempting—how you hold his gaze when others normally avoid it. anyone else and their eyes dart away immediately, blurring him into the background. not with you though; with you, he exists in central focus.

there's a strand of your hair that's fallen out of place, and he reaches to tuck it behind your ear, quickly. it's a trick, a sleight of hand that conceals the tremble of his fingertips.

(your breath hitches when he grazes your cheek.)

the noise in the cafe is a symphony of indistinct chatter and soft alternative folk music, with ceramics clinking as the constant underlying beat. none of it is supposed to go together, but it carries the ambiance in its harmony.

he leans in closer when you speak.

you continue your story, off on a tangent already; his head tilts to the side, a finger to his temple as he nods along, lips curling at the edges fondly. this same look has made others nervous, flustered, but you seem unfazed; meeting him eye-to-eye overtly.

which isn't normal.

and if he's being truly honest with himself, none of this—what he's doing, thinking, how he's feeling—is normal.

suguru believes in secrets, that some things are better kept to himself.

but, it's one look into your eyes, at the way you regard him so unlike everybody else that has him wondering how you'd react if he tells you you look pretty instead of nice today—how you are pretty much a frequent visitor to his thoughts lately.

(you talk and talk and talk because you can never tell what he's thinking—mysterious smile matched with an unnerving stare is a combination too deadly.)

he doesn't do 'brunches'—it's either a late breakfast or an early lunch, pick one—yet he finds himself seated in a cafe at 10:27 a.m., having one with you.

the lock to his chest has been tampered with; if he dusts it off, he'll find your fingerprints, left behind unknowingly. you are innocent until proven guilty, but his lips, usually shut tight, are now slowly unzipping; it's you, the root of all this.

if he tells you he likes looking at you—might always want to—would you consider having another brunch with him? to stay longer in that suspended in-between of breakfast and lunch time?

(you blink, suguru still leaned in, listening.)

(if you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, will his breath hitch just the same?)

for @rinniessance; a lil birthday gift for you angie bby! (i might be a lil early posting this... oop!) i've never written sugu but wanted to try for you 🥹 ily you beautiful soul!! (not a birthday fic itself but i hope i gave a decent characterisation of him! 🥺)

thank you notes: @mysugu @soumies for helping me try to figure this man out 😭

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[greatbananachaos]

Marvin 😔

I'm begging you please ingnore the white spots, I sketched this in a light color and accidentally merged all my layers so now I'm too lazy to fix it 😔

[bandsandwristbands]

One off my paired prompts for @catlawexchange !!

Luffy and Law on a cat cafe date 💛

[evenlyevi]

Memories

[justaz]

BIG fan of two sides of the same coin running incredibly hot and the other running incredibly cold.

people who brush hands with merlin wincing bc holy fuck that was like touching ice and merlin just smiles and wanders off. he’s like a cat, he likes to lounge in the sun and soak up the heat. he’s always been a huge fan of summer bc it was the time when the sun was out the most and there were rarely storms or clouds to block out the heat. he like farming with him mom bc of this bc he got to spend time with her while being in the sun. he never tanned tho. for some reason. he always remained as pale as the snow.

the knights are training during a hot summer day and merlin is cleaning a blade so he’s taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves so they don’t get dirty. gwaine wanders over to grab and drink and makes conversation with merlin and nudges his arm and pauses before placing his hands on his arm. he looks up at merlin who is staring at him in confusion. gwaine asks if he’s feeling alright and merlin’s like ?? yeah?? and gwaine just keeps touching him bc fuck its hot out today and merlin is freezing cold to the touch despite sotting in the sun and it’s offering him a bit of relief. arthur ofc barks and gwaine to get back to training and he forces himself to leave. he does make a note to cuddle up to merlin when it gets too hot bc merlin can definitely make him feel better.

no one really touches arthur as he’s the crown prince and all his servants did their best to not touch him directly and if they did it was really quick and professional. gaius always had a hard time figuring when arthur would get a fever bc he always ran hot so it always felt like he had a fever. arthur loved winter bc the snow and cool temperature. his nursemaids and servants would insist on bundling him up but often times arthur would just tear it off when he was outside, he never froze or got sick from it either.

when arthur takes the knights out on an expedition during winter and they’re all bundled up and shivering while arthur is just enjoying the cool air. merlin is shivering the most tho despite being wrapped in about fifty layers of fabric so arthur sheds his cape and hands it to merlin who wraps it around himself with a slight gasp and comment about how its so warm. the knights start a bidding war about who gets to sleep next to arthur when they stop to rest. it doesn’t matter who won. they all just piled on/around arthur and steal his warmth. merlin resides in the middle though bc he’s the coldest so arthur was willing to offer all his warmth to him while the rest stole it.

after they get married, merthur cuddle all night. merlin is freezing and arthur is burning so merlin cools arthur down while arthur warms merlin up. it’s an equal exchange. they’re also touching all the time no matter the temperature. if its summer and most people think its too hot to so much as be looked at? arthur has an arm up merlin’s tunic and wrapped around his waist cooling down while merlin is stealing him warmth. in winter, merlin is the koala and is stealing arthur’s warmth which he doesn’t mind bc merlin’s touch just reminds him of his favorite season.

[cozylittleartblog]

me omw to scare mormons out of a wendys!! 🍂🖤🍟

ootd from like 2 weeks ago and yes that really happened

[lornemalvo]

show me how much i mean to you, while i'm lying in these sheets undressed ♰