#the squeaks. ough

[yippee-optimistically]

ii think i have . a crush. but u know i had to redraw tha panic attack scene 🗣️🗣️🗣️

+joy bc she is cute! and the og sketch for one of them bc shes so funny 2 me

inside out 2 was soo good i have a crush on maya hawke i thinkg

[cutiecorner]

I'm not gonna lie I have such a fondness for parents taking care of their regressed kids... I know that would be awkward and complicated in real life but in a fictional context it makes me so soft...

Question: do your parents know you regress? Do they interact at all/are they supportive?

[4listr]

CAN I JUST? TALK ABOUT MY HAMSTERS????

[incohorace]

THE PRETTIEST GIRL JUST SMILED AT ME 😭 im dying

[vivisect-six]

i need to be normal about the media i consume i need to be normal about the media i consume i need to be normal about the media i consume i need to be normal about the media i consume i ne-

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I refound voiceline clips of my F/Os it is far too early in the morning for me to be acting like this

[defiledtomb]

This is one of the best IFs I’ve read, and I’ve read A LOT. Probably more than is healthy lmao. Anywayyyys, your story and writing are unbelievably compelling. I cannot wait to read more as your story progresses, have you thought about a Patreon? Because I would throw all my money at it. Also Id has my emotions and heart in a stranglehold as well as my MCs throat. Good Luck and thanks for all your hard work!

Your words are like red bull because I swear they are giving me wings. I'll see myself out.

It truly is messages like this that made me believe in myself and taking the leap of faith to finally create a Patreon, and I cannot thank you enough for sending it through. 🩷

I finally do have a Patreon! :>

🌿I am answering some old asks, but if you have any new ones, please visit louroth instead, and send them through the inbox there!🌿

[sunnidear]

i need to watch the training arc immediately.

[extantformoflife]

one piece in the water 7 arc, introducing so many characters: haha look at these silly funny guys. look at them theyre so silly. do you love them?

me: of course i do. of course

one piece, revealing that all of these sillyfunny guys are actually so sad and tragic: what about now. do you still love them

me, crying: o-of cours e .. . . of course i d do ;-; ;-; ;-; ;-;

[kagedbird]

Continued from this *Aela and Farkas dash across the grasses, chasing after Allora as she speeds ahead with her smaller, more lithe frame, just managing to keep up the pace. They follow her along as she dashes towards the forests south west of Whiterun, towards Falkreath. But before she can manage to get there, Farkas is able to cut her off with Aela keeping behind.* Farkas: Allora, calm down. It's me, Farkas. Allora: Go away. *her left eye that used to be near completely over taken with gold is now mostly blue again, but with almost shard-like pieces of the gold covering the iris* I have to make him pay. Aela: Make who pay? Hircine? Allora: *snarls at the name, digging her claws into the dirt* Yes. Farkas: I know you didn't want this. What happened? Talk to me. I know it's hard but you know I'll listen. Allora: *whips her head around, bashing it into a tree trunk and growls louder and louder* Shut up, shut uP! Aela: Farkas, we need to restrain her until her transformation is over. Farkas: Nuh uh. You listen to me on this one Aela. Stand down. Allora, you still with me? Allora: Make it stop- please make it stop-! *grips her head tightly, curling up on the ground and shaking* Farkas: *slowly approaches her, knowing his time as a werewolf to safely manage her is dwindling, and tries to give a comforting rumble* Hey. It'll be okay. I'm with ya, all right? Just- Bren: Allora! Gods- where are you?! Allora: *stiffens and raises her hackles at the sound of his voice, bashing her fist into the tree trunk and through the other side* No! I won't do it! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! Aela: What is he telling you to do? Allora: Hunt. Prey. No! Hunt Bren! I won't hurt him! *Team Dragonborn + Bren arrive, having followed the harsh tracks left in the wake of the werewolves and the growling, each watching the scene warily* Aela: *growls in warning to the group, turning to face them, pointing away, knowing they won't understand her otherwise* Bren: I'm not leaving without her! Give me back my niece, you overgrown dogs! I've had enough of you! Allora: *sweeps out her unrestricted hand, bashing Aela aside as her will falters for a moment against Hircine's will for her to hunt* Aela: *rolls along the ground, grunting and snarling in rage* Knock it off! Control yourself! Allora: *eyes seeping into red for a brief moment before she shakes her head and whines, trying to tug free her stuck arm* No, no no...! Farkas: *hurries forward to blockade the others from trying to reach out to her, growling low* Allora. You don't want to do it. So you won't. Allora: I-I can't- Farkas: You won't. Bren: Move it! *slips past Farkas and reaches out to Allora* Kid-! Farkas: *reaches around to him to reach him in time* NO-! Allora: *her arm is freed in a freakish amount of strength coming to her as Bren's scent overwhelms her- his beating heart becoming in full focus as her senses zero in on him and him alone. As she turns to him, her eyes are no longer blue, but blood red.* *There is nothing but screams.*

[puppyparkmoving]

Gabriel rubbing the ice roller on my face and putting the kids to bed for me ;;;;

[cutiecorner]

This lil guy looks completely precious. I like his smile and lil kitty ears

[loverboy-clyde]

i loveee how young clyde just appears sometimes like it's so effective

[incohorace]

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds—and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

[vivisect-six]

ough... just rewatched little miss sunshine after not seeing it for a while..... did some shit to my brain i think

[hunsa-jars]

Local mouse mutual devastated by her sister being gone once again for 2 and a half months