#that creative block man

[milolunde]

been thinking………………… oh brother have I been thinking

[ohno-the-sun]

Doodles of sun from Luca au

He’s just a silly little guy

[clownsuu]

Sometimes I wonder what’s going on inside that lil head of his, just full of no thoughts,,, (just like me fr fr)

[spadeskitty]

A little something cause I can’t sleep. The loml toji, pure affection and admiration ♡

Thinking about toji and how drunk he is on his love for you. The blood pumping into his heart turns into an intoxicant, and he’s addicted. It spreads through his veins, filling every capillary and scar. He’s dizzy with the weight of it all.

He looks down at you pretty face resting on his chest. You’re so vulnerable like this. Your delicate inhales and warm exhales that create a warm spot right under his collarbone. He finds himself a little jealous of the oxygen you breathe, wants to become it so he can become one with you, as close as possible because holding you in his arms like this isn’t enough.

He feels that he should never sleep again to keep you safe from harm. To make sure you’re never alone.

His eyes trail over your face when you take in a sudden deep inhale, a tiny noise with your exhale. He takes in whatever he can from this angle, your soft lashes and perfect brows, the apples of your cheeks a little red from the combined body heat, the bridge of your nose and how it curves to create your perfect portrait. And your hair. He tilts his chin to your forehead to inhale the scent, eyes slowly shutting as he walks through the gardens of heavens itself. Your strands feel like clouds on tip of his nose. It’s not the products you use, it’s you. You’re beautiful—no, you are beauty itself. Everything you touch transforms and blooms, he experiences everything all over again with you.

He’ll pay whatever prices to stay like this forever and feel the warmth of your soft, supple flesh moulding against his fingertips, your legs wrapped into his own.

The drowsiness gets to him, he doses off wondering what you’re dreaming of. Maybe if he tries hard enough, he can join you in whatever realm you’re in. Perhaps in that realm it would be possible, just a little bit easier, for him to tell you how much he loves you. Cause god knows, he could learn every language ever spoken, still he wouldn’t be able to show you how much of you there is in his heart.

[demonfowl]

I've been reading the first Dark Tower book recently and it's been fun. Reminds me of Hyperion.

[shi-iro]

(gingerly taps mic) so like is there anyone out there who still likes voltron?

[skeleton-with-asweater]

me, bashing my head into my laptop: it's my first draft, it's allowed to be bad. it's my first draft, it's allowed to be bad. it's my first draft, it's allowed to be bad. it's my first draft, it's allowed to be bad. it's my first draft. it's allowed to be bad.

my laptop: fff.dvffdv.fjdnjzgnfddnjvggnn/zggndzv/zlnvgvgfvbgvbgzta't' bndFDC"fmcfb/jldzgftz/fd/d'gt

[ell1th3gh0st]

But I love my friends, they make me feel alive again [Laugh / Cry - Bears In Trees]

But I love my friends / They make me feel alive again / Or at least they remind me / That I'm not even dead [Reverberate - Bears In Trees]

inspiration in the tags, thank you bears in trees i love you <3

fun fact: i, like previously, sketched this on my phone very quickly, but this time I actually knew what I was doing!!

[fullbrave]

help garl, i drifted out to sea...... of stars.........

[prettyboy-like-you]

negative version of an artwork i made for a really beautiful little ficlet by @nogitsunbae that i don't think i ever posted alone...

og version and LINK TO THE STORY HERE

[krisseratops]

(KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK) Trick or treeeeeat!!!

Alright! Happy... uh...

*Checks calendar* *Starts sweating* *Chucks it into a document shredder*

Happy Whatever! 🎃🎄 Here's a fluffy treat for your long wait! Lord knows we could all do with something sweet right now...

Context: I started this before Venom War #4 came out, sooo... yeah. Also, reality is what I make it, and I'm making it gay. AF. Canon merely exists for inspiration and cherry picking 😌 So without further ado, here's what could have happened in that arena if Flash had arrived a little earlier and life was kinder. Enjoy!

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Flash crashes into the middle of the family brawl, decked out in full Anti-Venom, classic-style, because frankly the situation calls for it. And by "it", I mean "looking fly as fuck". It earns him about 1.5 seconds of stunned silence before he gets full-body tackled by Eddie who promptly proceeds to mash their mouths together in front of absolutely everyone. (A petulant "Daaad!" can be heard in the background. It is ignored in favor of sucking face.)

It takes a good while for Flash to remember that they’re kinda in a hurry. It takes even longer before he can get a word out.

F: Mmmh...Eddie, as... nnnh... happy as I am to see you again (in the, uh, flesh...?), we really don’t have time for this right now. There are these... things called zombiotes wreaking havoc all over-

*Flash gets tactical assault kissed by Eddie. Again*

E: Do not presume to speak to me about time, Thompson. You cannot even begin to fathom how long I've been waiting to do this.

F: Nnnnhh... fine. Five minutes, then we go save the city.

E: Ten.

F: *Sigh* Do I even have a say in the matter?

E: No💖

*Belligerent smooching resumes*

*Off to the side, Sympeter is staring at them longingly*

S: ...

P: ...

S: ...I want in on that.

P: I don’t.

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I am so normal about them I swear

[sunlitlemonade]

for @shinyshammie who gave me a bunch of prompts with damian, jason, talia & ra's. sorry i fixated on the "damian & jason getting pizza together" part & this came out.

Damian is upset. 

Jason is exhausted. 

Exhausted enough, in fact, that he has elected to forgo making his way through the city to one of his places downtown and has decided to settle for the Robbinsville safehouse for the night, which happens to be the nearest.  

He eyes the window he has climbed in through wondering if he should retrace his steps back to his patrol route. It would be easier to handle than this for sure. 

The half-broken, half-lit headboard of the ice cream parlour Dick had taken him to when he was fifteen blinks at him across the street. 

He hadn’t expected anyone here for obvious reasons, it being his safehouse and all, and especially not at this hour. 

But Damian is here and Damian is very clearly upset. 

He clenches his jaw, steps away from the window and takes his helmet off. Whatever. It won't be the first time he will face a situation he feels barely qualified for. 

Damian has his back to the windows but he watches Jason’s shadow move around the couch. Jason comes face to face with him and very vehemently tells himself to remain unaffected by the redness in his eyes. 

He leaves the lights off. If Damian thought that was any sort of blanket of comfort, so be it.

Instead, he goes about shedding his armour and weapons till he is left in nothing but a compression shirt, his pants and socks. Sighing, he plops down on the opposite end of the couch from Damian. The boy is jostled momentarily; the line of his mouth goes further annoyed and unimpressed. 

Jason suppresses the curve of his lips. 

A hazy slant of light from the streetlamp outside filters in through the windows, cutting an obtuse line in the middle of the couch, running to stretch across the coffee table Jason perches his feet on. It remains untouched by either of them, each sticking firmly to their side. 

And Jason has very deliberately, graciously even, let him stay seated near the open windows. He wasn't exactly sure if Damian would want to stick around. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your benign presence?”

“People are pathetic,” Damian answers, looking quite pathetic himself. 

Jason sympathises though because yeah, people were generally pretty pathetic. “True. Doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

Damian bristles, his hand coming to wipe his face in a quick back-and-forth movement to clear the tear tracks. It leaves him looking clammy and further flushed, puffing up like an angry kitten. “If you wanted me to leave you could have just said so.” He would have sounded curt if not for the choked lilt of his voice.

Jason lazily holds his hands up. “Hey, lay off the claws, little man. If I wanted you gone, I would make sure of it.”

He sees a tick on his jaw and the near missable clench of his fists. Damian narrows his eyes at him and intones, “I would have liked to see you try.”

Jason clicks his tongue with a raise of his brow. “I know Talia taught you better than to barge into someone else’s place and talk back to them like that.”

Damian looks chastised before he pulls up straight and lifts his chin in that forever challenging way of his. “Do not bring Mother into this. I will not be thrown out of places.”

“Tch, you miss my point entirely. I can bring Talia into this as often as I like and I don’t want you to leave or to force you out. Do you want pizza?”

The grit of his teeth thaws as Jason speaks and turns to confusion when he poses the question. 

What? He was hungry, okay?

“Well? If you’re worried about vegetarian options, don’t worry. This place has a lot of ‘em,” he assures him, wondering if he could offer him anything else to wear. His Robin suit seemed comfortable and efficient, sure, but it could feel better to be in something softer and more…. mundane. Or maybe he felt better with an armour on. 

Damian blinks at him once, twice, thrice before he blurts out, “I was angry at Father.”

“Mhmm.”

“I didn’t want to go to Bludhaven right now.”

Jason opens his phone and thumbs his screen to scroll through his contacts for the pizza place. “Yeahhhh.”

“So I came here.”

“Cool. Listen, I just want to know— yes or no? For the pizza. There's a really good one with mozzarella, mushrooms, olives and caramelised onions.”

“You’re remarkably bad at this.”

“If you wanted Dick, you should have gone to him. I’m not him.” 

“Evidently,” Jason wasn’t sure if that was an appraisal or insult, “Tell them to substitute the mushrooms with tomatoes and add some feta.” 

Now that was something Jason could work with.

[444-athena]

To Him.

warnings: pedophilia (if i missed any please tell me!)

I was gonna write this on paper, keep it on theme with all my other notes. but they were crushes that normally ended up with nothing happening. You're different, and it makes me feel sick.

You make me feel sick. How you could do all of that with me and then walk away like nothing happened. How you continued not only showing up at other sessions but MY SESSION and acting like nothing was wrong, like we didn't do anything in the front seats of your car.

That fucking car man. And how I cant see a black and red car, or a ford fiesta, without feeling cold all over, like I'm back there in that car where all of that happened. Where you did things that no twenty two year old should have done with a sixteen year old.

At least it only happened in the car once right? But it didn't did it? You weren't happy with once, or one place. No it happened four fucking times and once was at my fucking WORK. We stood in the back and after E--- walked in, i had to pretend like nothing had happened. As if a few minutes before you didnt ask me to get on my fucking knees as if no one could catch us. K----- was there that night. She's fucking 11. She could've walked in. But hey, makes it more fun right?

Fun. That's all it ever was to you. For me I actually thought you liked me back. How fucking pathetic that was to think. And how you made me believe it too. With all your fucking reassuring words and all of your texts, what seemed like your full attention. But you got bored of me. Fair enough, since theres probably girls your own age who would be better for you. I always noticed how your snap score would magically go up over 40 in a night even though not one of those were to me.

It fucking hurt. Knowing that all you ever wanted me for was a quick shag. And when i made it clear i didnt want that, you stopped the attention. And some fucked up part of me debated on giving you what you wanted, just for more of your attention. It fucking hurt so much i cried over it. I cried over you, and you probably never even gave me a second thought.

Do you though? When you see me, do you remember those times as much as i do? Do they fill you with a sense of dread and unease like they do for me? Probably not.

It seems like you dont give a shit if you hurt me or not, only if you got caught.

you tried getting me to lie to my fucking best friend for you. I couldn't do that though, of course E--- knew from the start. You're so stupid to think she didn't. You only told me not to because you like having the control and you cant have that if other people know. you dont have control of what they say and who they could tell.

You make me sick. Because when i look at you all I can think about is the words you told me in the car, your face so close the mine, the words you typed to me late at night, when I still thought you cared about what i had to say.

But I dont just think about that. because I know what you did to other girls. J---, I----, D----, H----. and theyre just the ones I know about. Who's to say theres not more? Fuck, they're the only underage ones i know about. and the 17 year old from when you were 21.

J---, 17 and you shagged her, then threatened her best friend to not tell anyone, saying she'd be fired from her only job.

I----, 16 and you found her facebook and followed her to her ice skating. Twice youve done that now. She's even sent a picture of you there to the group before.

D-----, 15 and you touched her in the tits "accidentally" 8 times since fucking JULY. 7 months.

H-----, 14 and you did the same a few times to her.

17, 16, 16, 15, 14. It goes up to an 8 year difference here. How fucking young are you willing to go? How sad is your fucking life that you resort to this?

How do you sleep at night, knowing what you've done is beyond me. When I got told the stories over text i thought i was about to throw up. I felt so bad for the girls. But I also feel bad for me now. because now I realise how bad that situation was.

So I just want to ask, when you see me, do you feel any guilt at all? Do you feel sorry for what you did? You know it was wrong, you told me you could go to prison for "those jokes" even though we both know they weren't jokes and you meant what you said to me. You said the same to D----, saying "sorry D--- i could go to prison for that" making jokes like that after touching up a 15 year old at 22. Just sickening.

Do you feel any guilt at all? Or are you just afraid that someday you might go too far, do this shit with a girl who will tell someone and that you'll finally get caught for the piece of shit you are?

I hope you do get caught one day. And I hope I'm there to see your life crumble. You think your so untouchable but really all it takes is for 5 teenage girls to tell someone who will believe them to completely fuck your life over.

Fuck you and your fucking ford fiesta. One day I hope I can see one without feeling sick.

Go and fuck yourself E------.

[a-design1]

so i am kinda in a creative slump and i thought it would be a cool idea to make posters with the phrases that co-star gives me everyday because i really don't know what else to do. and i will be posting them here because no one knows me here, so yeah. that's it.

this is the first one the first one that inspired this idea. :)

[claudiablogger]

every day I see Posts.

[wizardsix]

I'm not very good w words to begin w but now I'm truly at a loss . very few stories reach into my heart like kcd1/2 have and I am so so glad they exist