#there’s probably more that i’ve forgotten

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

aaahhhh thank you so much for the tags @greennoobartist @musical-chan @nell0-0 and @multifr0g!!!!

Hmm tagging @hero-of-the-wolf @nebulaestorm @raydrawsart @margindoodles2407 @mirensiart @adrift-in-thyme @isasan347 @skyward-floored @luke-shywalker @treasure-goblin @le-random-yeet-up @x-i-l-verify @esthelle-wanders @zeldathusiast @gryphonlover @cheriate @unclemoriarty @stqrmyskies @uniquevoidflowers @layraket @bb19383 @arecaceae175 @grenapple0547 @nancyheart11 @skyloftian-nutcase @turdofanerd @almost-an-arsonist @tidewing22 @sleepyy-27 @smilesrobotlover @bluevaractyl and honestly there are so many more of you I’ve probably forgotten!

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

@h0neysugarfree @blueberrylovv @bequiteanddriveeeeeee @cherri-bomb-bomb @eg0mechan1c @fatrexicisback

[hips-dont-lieculosis]

I’ve decided to try compile my top ten, post hiatus videos, don’t hate me these are just my options, some of them even I don’t understand, this will not include ongoing series so no Tik Tok vids or Phan twitter or poppys playtime because those would take up too much space, so without further ado, for your viewing pleasure, my top ten post hiatus Dan and Phil videos as of today:

#10, the power washing video, not only is it so calming and satisfying to watch but I love how real they are and the fact that Phil leaves to have a bath, he’s so me, I do love when they play a slower game and just have chats in-between game play.

#9 the don’t scream video, this one is so weirdly soothing for me, I think because I’ve seen it so many times that I know when the jump scares are so I just get to enjoy 17 minutes of dan and Phil whispering and holding each others hands, very nice very good

#8 need I say more, it’s fantastic, love seeing that in the absolutely wildest fantasy medieval scenarios they can think of they both include them being happy together and basically dying in each others arms, very cute, it would be higher if it wasn’t sponsored by that weird game but hey, the boys have to pay that phortgage

#7 DATE NIGHT??? Honestly the fact that they call each other their “partner” the entire time and dan calling out Phil for being like “no homo” it feels like they’re edging us with the hard launch, like we KNOW NOW KISS ALREADY, also the murder on the dance floor little jam sesh, yeah… love it

#6 I love them making observations about each other, the roasting is so clever and playful that it’s not super like “are they actually mad at each other? They’re so cute and it’s really feels like a married couple being like “love you but also I’m going to roast your ass”

#5 this one is a bit similar to #7 but I think it’s slightly higher because I think they both look absolutely GORGEOUS, the silk is doing something, and the content is just banging, it’s the origin of “lamp gate” plus dan just getting crunk on amaretto, good for him, I may have slight recency bias though because I just watched this video again

#4 again probs recency bias but this video is so good, lore bombs AND competition AND it’s a dan vs phil, plus they are so funny in this, dans… outburst, hardest I’ve laughed at a dan and phil video in a little bit

#3 the camera angle, hi dads, Dan helping Phil sort out his drink, chivalry, the background is gorg, they are gorg, honestly any of the dragon city sponsored videos are so good, they seem like they’re having fun, very very good video

#2 I LOVE this video, they compliment each other throughout, they’re reminiscing, they’re cringing, dan looks like a grippy sock, and even more lore bombs it’s probably my most watched video from after the hiatus

#1 the light of my life, she is so beautiful, so horny, so funny, the bits in this like the oven being kinky, love they’re so playful and the baking is successful??????? Honestly probably my all time favourite baking video

And that’s that, I know I’ve definitely forgotten a banger video and I’m going to want to change this instantly but for now, here she is, lmk if you agree, what are your top 10?

[youcouldmakealife]

Gabe/Stephen (Bryce/Jared); tell me about it, stud

Because I had to do ~something for Valentine's, and while there was plenty of romance in COTT if you looked (Holden Chase shutting up for twenty minutes is true romance), I figured it'd be a good day to feature the stars of the upcoming Kickstarter.

No Expectation of Returns doesn't really roll off the tongue, so I've dubbed them (and the Kickstarter project itself) The April Fools, because they were both born in April (April 25 and 27, 1991, for those curious). Stephen's lived two whole days without Gabe in his life. Gabe's happy with the tally of none.

Everybody knows Gabe's a sucker for Stephen. Very few realise just how mutual that is.

“Okay,” Gabe says, which is all Stephen needs to hear to give him his undivided attention.

Stephen had been rifling through the kitchen cupboards when Gabe called, trying to find himself a low-effort snack, though the food gathering operation gets abandoned as soon as Stephen’s finished asking Gabe how his day’s been.

It’s something about the way he says it, a thread of laughter in his voice, but incredulity too. It’s easy to make Gabe laugh, though Stephen acknowledges he’s saying that as someone with decades of practice, and also as the person who is, he thinks, the best at it. Dmitry probably spends more time with Gabe, with them on the road half the season, so he might win for volume, but frankly, his attempts are all crude, so Stephen thinks he still has the edge.

It’s easy, it turns out, to make someone laugh when you’ve known them their entire life. Extremely difficult to surprise them, however.

Though it’s hardly only Stephen who has a hard time surprising Gabe. He has this — vision, Stephen supposes, seems to see well past the horizon everyone else does, and everything he does see, he tends to take in stride. It is, frankly, one of his most infuriating qualities — possibly even the most infuriating, tied with that particular way he says ‘Steve’ that always makes Stephen want to bite him. But it’s also the reason Gabe’s so steady — not to mention the reason Gabe still puts up with him — so Stephen has grudging respect for it.

But Gabe sounds incredulous, so Stephen knows, without another word, that whatever it is Gabe has to say, it takes priority over balancing effort versus nutrition.

“One sec,” Stephen says, and goes straight to the nearest junk food stash — or, at least, the nearest one he recalls, sometimes Gabe finds hiding places Stephen had entirely forgotten about — and grabs a bag of Smart Food. He suspects it will be an appropriate snack.

“Okay,” Stephen says. “I’ve got the popcorn ready.”

“You mean that literally, don’t you,” Gabe says. It isn't a question.

“Yep,” Stephen says anyway, tucking the phone against his shoulder as he rips it open. "Lay it on me."

“Jared’s married to a Calgary Flame,” Gabe says, then, “Did you just drop the popcorn?”

“It’s literally everywhere now,” Stephen says. “And yes, I meant that literally too. Wait, which Flame?”

“Bryce Marcus,” Gabe says, and all Stephen will say is that it’s a damn good thing he’s holding his phone to his ear again, or he might have dropped it too.

*

Gabe only continues after Stephen’s substituted the popcorn with chips, opened a bottle of wine, and assured Gabe that he will not leave the popcorn all over the kitchen floor, but Gabe has to know he’s not allowed to just drop that bomb without following up by giving Stephen every single salacious detail he’s gathered.

Infuriating, like Stephen says. Do you know how difficult it is to outwait someone as patient as Gabriel Markson? Stephen doesn’t. He doesn’t think he’s ever succeeded, not once. And believe him, he he has tried.

Not tonight, though. Tonight he doesn’t bother. When Gabe’s asking how Stephen’s day was, sounding genuinely interested, because he’s always genuinely interested — that particular tendency of his is one Stephen likes more than he would ever admit out loud — Stephen says, “Jared. And Bryce Marcus. Are you sure you got the right Flame, Gabe, he’s kind of—“

“I mean, Jared introduced me to him,” Gabe says. “So I’m pretty sure.”

“Wait,” Stephen says. “You met him? When did you meet him?”

“At the dinner Jared had me come along for,” Gabe says, then, “Jared told me I could tell you all this, by the way. About Bryce, I mean. I wasn’t going to say anything if he wasn’t okay with it.”

“Gabe!” Stephen says.

Gabe’s — discretion, Stephen supposes the word would be, means there are likely plenty of things that Gabe doesn’t tell Stephen, simply because he thinks the other party would prefer he keep his mouth shut.

Meanwhile Stephen gives Gabe every single bit of gossip from wine nights — and there is a dizzying amount of gossip, a perpetual motion machine of gossip, most of the ones who aren’t working are bored as fuck —which he can trust never to reach anyone else’s ears because, again, Gabe would keep a secret to the grave. Which is probably the reason that Jared already trusts him enough to introduce him to his husband.

Obviously Stephen’s a little torn about this one.

Gabe doesn’t even say anything, just mutely waits Stephen out, like he always does when he knows he’s in the right, and he knows Stephen knows it too, or he will if he thinks about it for a minute. The worst part is he’s usually right. Like yes, obviously Stephen would prefer Gabe be reliable and trustworthy, but when someone's always that guy, every time you argue with him, it probably means you're being the unreasonable one.

“You don’t have to sound so smug about it,” Stephen says.

“I literally didn’t say a word,” Gabe says, and unfortunately the literality of that ‘literally’ doesn’t have to be confirmed, considering he didn’t.

“Dinner,” Stephen says. “Jared. Bryce Marcus.”

“And one of the other Flames,” Gabe says. “Jared’s buddy from Juniors. Bryce’s buddy too, I assume? I don’t know, we didn’t actually talk much, just kind of grimaced at each other as Jared and Bryce kept alternating between pretending they were just buddies and giving each other longing looks.”

“Wait, did they tell you or not?” Stephen asks. It wouldn’t surprise him at all if they hadn’t intended to let Gabe know, but he figured it out anyway. Even Stephen forgets sometimes just how quickly Gabe can take a few pieces of information and put together an entire essay.

“I think they were kind of testing me out?” Gabe asks. “Like, when I told Jared he should go home to his husband he got really embarrassed but he also seemed almost — relieved, maybe? Like he didn’t want to tell me but he wanted me to know. Or he wanted me to know, but only if I was okay with it, which I obviously was.”

“Wait,” Stephen says. “Was in front of Bryce, or—“

“Oh,” Gabe says. “Sorry, this was later, Bryce and Chaz left first and then I finished my beer while Jared stared at me like he was going to kill me if I took any longer, so I told him he should go home to his husband.”

This is all getting confused in Stephen’s head now, but he focuses on the most important part first. “You say there were longing looks?”

“I’d call them gazes,” Gabe says.

Never mind what Stephen said earlier: his favourite thing about Gabe is the way he plays along.

“There was also a little bit of eye fucking going on,” Gabe says, and Stephen chokes on his wine.

“Sorry,” Gabe says, as Stephen sputters.

“I got it up my nose, Gabriel,” Stephen says.

“Sorry,” Gabe says, but he sounds a little less repentant this time.

“Just tell me about the eye fucking,” Stephen says, then, “Wait, no, you’re skipping around too much, you need to establish the details. Where was dinner? A restaurant? Was this a planned dinner or was it more spontaneous? How exactly was this framed to you, did Jared say you were meeting his husband or that he was meeting some friends, or what? The buddy’s name is Chaz?”

“Do you want to know what I’m wearing too?” Gabe asks. "Help you set the scene better?"

“Right now I’m more curious about what everyone else was," Stephen says. "But we can have phone sex after if you want."

Stephen smiles into the sip of wine he takes then, safe in the knowledge Gabe can’t surprise him into a laugh when he’s the one laughing instead.

[kashimos-hajime]

—bargained | s.r.

summary: "does that mean you're in?"

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

a/n: set before the previous installment, just to give context on why y/n changed her mind :P part of the undateable series

masterlist

You’re staring at the manager form when Osamu somehow finds you.

Refilling your water bottle, reading the basic terms and conditions of such a position in the volleyball club, you clock his shadow before you realize he’s closer than you thought.

Folding the paper, you wave it with an arched brow, and he smiles in the way a Miya twin does. A smile that spells trouble in bold, dark lines, and one you know well enough to steer away from. However, Osamu’s been taller than you since fifth grade, which has pissed you off ever since, and you know he’ll catch up to you in no time if you try to run, so you steel yourself instead.

“If you volunteer me for something without telling me, you should have at least had the guts to tell me yourself after the fact.” Slipping the water bottle into the side pocket of your bag, you tuck the manager form your schoolbag, too. “I had to hear it from Suna?”

Osamu’s eyebrows knit together. “Not my fault he volunteered. Said it was more convenient since you guys shared homeroom.”

“Right. You probably forced him to. Either way,” you continue, leaning against the wall. “I’m not doing it. I’ve never ‘managed’ something before, and it seems like a lot of work.”

“It is,” he agrees, “but you’re so capable, you were just the first person I thought of.”

A group of girls are bypassing as you snap back sardonically: “I’m touched. Is that list of people long, per se, or…”

“C’mon, kuri-kuri. You know I wouldn’ta asked if it wasn’t important! We really need someone. We didn’t think Shiri-san would bow out in her last year.”

A frown pulls at your mouth at the slump of his shoulders, and you feel a little bad for rejecting him so hastily. Tugging at the bottom of your jacket, you withhold a sigh. “Yeah, I mean, I know but it’s just a lot of commitment, and I live really far.”

“I’ll make Atsumu pay for the late train ticket.”

“You should be the one paying,” you retort, stabbing a finger into his chest. His eyebrows rise as you continue on, “And you have to come see me on the weekends at work with lunch for my break.”

“All that way? What about our Sunday practices?”

“Good thing I work on Saturdays, right?” You grin sweetly. Osamu gulps nervously. He’d forgotten how damn convincing you could be without much work. That, and the posse of girls that had somehow slowed down to a crawl walking past them whispering amongst themselves makes his face heat up. 

You’re doing a good job at ignoring them, when suddenly, one of the girls says a little too loudly: “Since when was it Miya Osamu? I thought for sure it would be Tsumu-chan.”

And another replies, hushed—a warning. “Well, wasn’t there that other guy? One of the guys in the programming club. Maybe she likes nerdy types, too.” 

“I’m not dating him!” Your voice cracks the air, sharp as a whip and your gaze snaps to the girl who spoke last. They all squeak in shock, and when Osamu’s gaze passes over them, they shrink even more. Annoyance burning through your blood, you push your friend away and cross your arms, brow furrowing and lips twisting into a terrible scowl. “I’m the volleyball team manager, idiots, not looking for a date. Ugh, do any of you have anything else on your mind but me?”

Grabbing Osamu’s arm, you drag him away from the water fountain and down the hall, ignoring the pleased smile growing on his face the farther you pull him along. Heading for the entrance of the school, you find your locker and let go of Osamu’s arm, kicking off your indoor shoes.

A huff escapes as you yank the locker open, and pout at the scarce space inside before groaning. If only you could bash your head in, in a totally safe and undamaging way, of course.  "That's so annoying. Everything is so annoying."

“But you’re the team manager, huh?” Osamu asks slyly, leaning against the other lockers by your own. “Does that mean you’re in?”

“Nope. Buy me lunch tomorrow and I’ll think about it.”

“Ah, but that's expensive. What if I made you lunch?” he bargained. You withdraw your outdoor sneakers and laugh, irritation melting away. 

For a moment, you think there could be worse people to have rumours with, and you pat his head. “Is that you volunteering? I won’t complain.”

Osamu ducks away from your touch. "No, that's—stop pettin' my head like a dog!"

You shrug, pull on your runners, and close your locker, thinking aloud. “Hm… well, I thought three handmade onigiri would do just fine." His eyebrows scrunch together, and you chain back the laugh aching to burst out your throat. He looks utterly bewildered, and you barely hold back the urge to tell him to take notes. "I want two salmon mayo and one tuna mayo for filling, delivered to my desk right at the lunch bell.” Running a thumb underneath your schoolbag to readjust it on your shoulder, you grin and flick his forehead with before skipping down the steps and heading for the front doors. “See you tomorrow, Osamu, and thanks!”

“W-wait, but that’s not what I meant!” 

But, just as you did seven years ago when you made Osamu cry by pushing him off the swing after he kept yanking at your swing’s chain, you ignore him.

[ieatsporks11]

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

No pressure tags: @sombrathedragon @squidwof @axel-ambassador @abby-wolf @butnotyourfriends @maxspartnerincrime (I've probably forgotten some people; sorry)

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

[aambearr]

Mr. Forgetful ❦

Summary- Soldier Boy isn’t one for valentines. SoldierBoyxfem!reader

Warnings- none <3

Notes- first time writing something so please be mindful 🙈

Dividers @strangergraphics @chaeneuu @roseraris

You’d been off with him all day, quiet and seemingly mulling something over in your brain. At first he had brushed it off, in true Ben fashion, as you ‘being a hormonal woman’. His words not yours. Usually he’d leave it at that not wanting to be on the receiving end of your ‘nagging’, however, Ben couldn’t cease the idea that someone more was brewing.

As he sat, legs spread on the couch, a joint precariously resting between his fingers, he seemed to study you intently for any kind of giveaway.

“Alright, tell me what’s up. ‘Been ignoring it all day but I’ve missed that pretty smile of yours”Throwing in a bit of charm in hopes it would warm you up, but, to his avail a scoff is what he got.

“I’m fine, nothings wrong”

The response was curt and disinterested, instantly making his curious frown deepen into one of slight impatience and worry. Whilst he portrayed himself as some big Marlboro man, Ben did care. Ben wasn’t Soldier Boy as much as he liked to tell you that there was no matter of indifference.

“Don’t give me that crap, c’mon, what have I done?” His tone was a little agitated as he huffed out a plume of thin smoke, the stench of weed permeating the air. The only flaw he would ever admit to having was impatience.

This time however you dont say anything, instead your gaze is now deciding that, wow that rug you’d dragged in from the street is actually really nice.

And that evade of your eyes tells him that he’s clear-cut. He had done something. Though what was still a mystery.

A grunt left his lips at your choleric behaviour, but it worked in getting the man to start racking his brain for something.

Had he taken the trash out? Yes. Had he picked up his dirty laundry? Most likely answer would be no. Had he left dishes in the sink? Probably.

Though these were everyday Ben behaviours as he slowly adjusted to the fact that you, as a woman, weren’t in fact his personal maid. An eye roll was what you gave at most in those moments. So he files through other things any man would do to piss off their woman.

Birthday? No. Anniversary? Didn’t think so. Valentines Day? Oh fuck.

What did Ben think of Valentine’s Day? Well not much, in his opinion the so called ‘holiday’ was just a hallmark way to get couples spending more and more money, which to be fair to him, he wasn’t at all wrong. Then again, it was a tradition, and who wouldn’t want to be spoilt by their partner for a whole day?

You briefly raise your head to him when he states he’s going out and he’ll be back soon. You roll your eyes.

“Women” he grumbled, and when he turns away he too rolls his eyes. Then you roll your eyes again, at the fact, he most definitely was rolling his eyes now. It was one of those little things the two of you had, it was your thing. As much as you would irk each other, something as simple as eye rolling only made you both run deeper into that pit of yearning.

✫.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・✭

Bens eyes glimmer fondly when he returns home to see you splayed peacefully on the couch. And boy he was proud, he was convinced he’d outdone himself, no way you could still be sulking after this.

“Look, I got you something darlin’”

Curious to what he had, your head snaps round like a little owl. A smile embellishing your lips.

“What? Didn’t think I’d forget did you?” Voice a gentle scoff. Oh how rich of him to say.

“Well…. Maybe I did think you’d forgotten” your brow jerks up “did you buy these just now, on your ‘beer run’.”

“Fucking Christ you think nothing of m-“

“Ben… the tags still on them” a slight giggle escaping you. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, as much as you probably should, you couldn’t. He did care, just in his own, special way. When your friends would say he was bad for you, you’d shut them down *he was trying and that’s what mattered*.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever I still remember didn’t I? Or does that not matter nowadays?” to anyone else he might seem serious but you could tell his tone was one of banter.

With a grumble, he sat himself beside you after placing the floweret of roses down. Rough hands pulled out a black velvet box from his pocket. He wasn’t one for formalities, instead he opened it up for you. A dainty necklace lay resting on the soft pillow within. The delicate golden chain mirrored the light of the room. The colour was rich, like the ichor that pumped through the gods. It was simple, yet opulent, aristocratic even. It had that ‘old money’ feel as you so put it to him.

“Put it on for me?”

His tainted hands become so featherlight as he clasped it shut around your neck.

“What so I don’t even get a thanks these days? Just a demand? Christ on a cross, back in-“

You silenced him from a rant with a caress of your lips against his.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Forgetful, I love you”

A look of gratification etched into your face. And you swear you can see the vines of his grassy eyes lustre at your affection.

“Happy Valentines sweetheart”

Feel free to let me know that this was absolute ass but if you like it please feel free to interact <33

[neilperryismine]

im watching dps with audio commentary and its awful hearing all the decisions that were made and them explaining the characters and how they constructed the film to make everything unfold in the right way, it just breaks my heart.

one thing is that they consulted a psychologist to make sure neil’s suicide didn’t make anyone watching feel like that was their only option and they were told to make him look “weak” which is why he said “nothing”, and why there are camera shots looking down on him to make him look small.

and how the gesture of them standing on their desks at the end and keating saying “thank you boys” was him saying thank you for giving me a reason to carry on. peter said that otherwise he could’ve become very depressed and stopped teaching, so the gesture gave him and us hope.

another thing is that they didn’t include the scene to intercut with neil’s death because it “didn’t fit”, they needed to cut scenes, and because they didn’t want to make keating actually complicit in the meetings. they said that the sixties brought the end of strict institutions like welton, with student protests and rebellion, but keating wasn’t like that. he didn’t want them to rebel, he wanted them to live — “medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits, neccessary to sustain life. but beauty, poetry, romance, love. these are what we stay alive for.” — to know that outside of everything that society expects there is a life worth living. (i think the difference here is that keating knew the consequences — he told neil to explain how he felt to his father, and never encouraged him to go against him — “choking on the bone”)

i also wondered how they shot the scene in the snow, and they did it by shooting the scenes where they walk in the snow, and then set up the cameras for when todd’s comforted by the poets (they shot this three times and moved the camera forward into fresh snow each time). then they set the camera up so ethan could run through the fresh snow from there to the dock, without any tracks in the shot. they also mention that it was important for the camera operators to know the scenes and who was speaking and where so they could quickly cut between the boys (when neil suggests they reconvene the dead poets society as the sun was setting quickly, and when todd runs in the snow)

[heartless-aro]

Does anyone else find it sort of upsetting how widely popular House M.D. has seemingly become in online queer spaces with how violently acephobic and intersexist it is? Like, I don’t want to pretend that it’s only queerphobic towards aces and intersex people, because the show definitely engages in its fair share of early-2000s-typical casual transphobic and homophobic language, and I do think it’s pretty biphobic that, from what I remember of the show, they made 13 (the one canonically bisexual character) a promiscuous party girl tm.

But the show is extremely vitriolic towards intersex and asexual people, and I wish that the people who treat it like a haha funny toxic yaoi show would at least fucking acknowledge that. The show actively reinforces the ideas about intersex bodies which are used to justify the nonconsensual mutilation of intersex children. And the way the show treats asexuality is abysmal. I saw someone on here once say that it’s “funny” that House is canonically aphobic, as if it’s just a joke that the House episode about asexuality actively supports the idea that asexuals are all either liars or medically unwell and in need of “fixing”. Why is pro-conversion therapy rhetoric suddenly funny when it’s directed towards us?

I’m not saying that no one is allowed to enjoy the show at all. Hell, I used to really enjoy it too, at least before I got to the asexuality episode (shortly after finding out I’m ace and before I had ever seen even a single other representation of asexuality in mainstream media). But like. Can people at least stop outright ignoring the absolutely detrimental effects this show had on the ace community and the intersex community?

[chasingbutterfliesintoeternity]

I’ve gotten into EPIC: The Musical lately and an idea came to me that really wanted to draw. Problem is I haven’t drawn anything in years so I decided to do a sketch dump to gauge my skills/do character studies. Anyways I liked this so much I decided to post it in case the actual idea never gets drawn. Stay tuned for more (or not).

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

💌 hi everyone! i just wanted to apologise for the longer wait than usual for the next chapter of four walls. life’s thrown some pretty difficult stuff my way over the last few months, and i won’t pretend i haven’t been struggling. as always, writing has been a big solace for me, but it has been a bit of a slower process due to everything that’s been happening. that being said, chapter nine is very nearly ready now and i’m hoping to get it posted in a few days (it’s also somehow wound up being 15,000 words, so hopefully that’ll make up a little for the wait)! thank you so, so much to everyone who’s left comments/kudos/messages over the last couple of months, i truly can’t tell you how much it’s kept me going. i’m so excited to share the next chapter with you soon, things are about to get VERY interesting! 💌

[saihakkenden]

me watching anything: hm i wonder what would happen if the cast of saiki k was in this

[eeblouissant]

silly things, had some brainworms

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Guess who finally started watching Secret Life!!!!!!! In celebration, here are character designs I drew of the guys I’m watching this season :DD + some other doodles of ideas and my favorite group so far (I lovvvvvvee the Moles or whatever they’re called. They’re X Y and Z in my heart..)

(If anyone was interested in my thought process…… I might rb or add it somewhere(I’d love to talk about it))

[websitewizard2005]

raven in my 1st shaperaverse animatic vs. my new one! it’s crazy to me how he barely even looks like the same character lmao

[mothfrogshroom]

I’m so fucking sick of Netflix