#the first group and all

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[lazylittledragon]

they just got to have a sleepover and nothing bad ever happened at all

[somerandomcockroach]

SNOW BOTS ARE BACK BABE, IF IT WILL BE LIKE THAT EVERY YEAR I MIGHT DIE ONE DAY OF HAPPINESS WHEEEZE (I mean, drawing them like that is so much faster, plus colors, plus snow, plus they all are alive, COME ON IT'S A DREAM) Go smooch @keferon and everyone who makes "everyone is happy" content wheeeeeze

[claraoswalds]

This is a brand new science for me, and I love it. The language of luck. 'Cause what is a coincidence but a form of accident? Two things bumping together unexpectedly. Like you and me.

[soldrawss]

@goodlucktai mentioned awhile ago about Gio, even as the oldest, becomes the shortest of the turtles even as the boys grow older, but his little brothers will still crouch down to meet him at eye level anyway, because they still respect him and look up to him!!! He's still their big brother!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Congratulations to Dungeon Meshi on the first episode of the animation adaptation!

(June 2024 Redraw)

[introspectivememories]

im sorry but i choose to believe that tim drake is the most insufferable "my man, my man, my man" girl about bear. he does not shut up about him. steph is cooking smth in the kitchen? oh my man can do that. bear cooks really well. dick triaging some poor victim on an emergency site? oh my man is really good at that. mhmm, bear is on his way to becoming a paramedic. damian building something? oh my man is really good with power tools. have you ever seen him build ikea? it takes him less than an hour. for our anniversary, he built me a coffee table. mhmm isn't he amazing? yeah my man did that. yeah my man, mhmm that's my ma-

[jessmalia]

Mal's Teen Wolf rewatch: Pack Mentality (1x03)

[seiwas]

thinking of kind of first meet with atsumu but he’s had the biggest crush on you from being a friend of a friend and the first time he talks to you he’s fumbling and stuttering and he doesn’t know what to say because you’re smiling at him prettier than he could have ever even imagined, and you’re saying his name, and did it always sound this good? did his ma name him atsumu because she knew, just like she always does, that you’d be saying it like that?

[definitelynotshouting]

As promised here it is, Definitelynot-tober!! the beloved @isjasz requested some alternative inktober prompts, and these are the ones i came up with! This is free for anyone to do if they'd like, should be compatible for both art and writing, and a plaintext version of the prompts will be found underneath the cut!!

Massive and insane shoutout to my incredible friends @kunehokki and @corvidaearts for making the graphic and doing the typography for this prompts list respectively!! They both went SO HARD on this 😭😭😭😭 you guys are so insane for that thank you so so much for making it!!!

Be sure to tag your pieces as #definitelynottober and #definitelynottober2024 if you use these prompts so I can see them, and feel free to directly tag my blog as well!! Hope everyone enjoys, I had a lot of fun making this so I'll probably be doing it again next year :] (oh, and as a bonus, if you read these prompts all together, they form a poem!!)

DEFINITELYNOTTOBER2024 PROMPT LIST

REVEALING YOUR NATURE

ON THE EDGE OF A KNIFE

ONE EYE OPEN

TWO LIGHTS IN THE DARK

HEAVY IS THE HUNGER

BUBBLING UP

BETWEEN YOUR TEETH

A HAZY TEMPTATION

STEALING YOUR BREATH

LIKE SAND FROM THE HOURGLASS

HEART IN YOUR FIST

A MIDNIGHT CONFESSION

WARNING SIGNS

IN THE WEBS WE WEAVE

WEARING FAMILIAR MASKS

THE ANATOMY OF THE HOUSE

SETTLED IN STONE

CHALK LINES ON THE FLOOR

WALKING THE TIGHTROPE

AROUND THE FIRE

OLD BONES

SCATTERING THE SOIL

FOLLOWING

MAZES AND LABYRINTHS

BEYOND THE BRIGHTEST STAR

THE LIGHT THAT BLINDS

MIRRORED

SILKS AND SATINS

CARVING

THE SUNSET HARVEST

UNDER DYING LEAVES

[randomminty]

Caitlin…..

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

Try these out!

[heartorbit]

🩷💛💚💜

[royaltea000]

YO! Being a drawing, what’s there to be afraid of!

[neskastree]

@faislittlewhiteraven That's how I see Post-game Sif with Isabeau designer clothes. And longer hair, the same cloak, new eyepatch and hat with Isabeau's bonding earing on it and higher heeled boots. Bonnie is gradually growing closer...