#they look like butter lol

[thebibliosphere]

Hey guys so I followed that Minecraft recipe like you said and you’re right!

You can make stackable soup blocks!

[nevesceramics]

After months without a studio it feels REAL good to sculpt again. Black bear with an oak leaf, ~ 2.5 hours in

Should I finish this one?

[eirianerisdar]

Ethereal. Majestic. "Who is that old man," Jenson Button says.

[sysig]

For Requestober No.2

What about Handplates Gaster and Papyrus trying hard to have a bonding activity and Sans just chilling behind them eating popcorns...?

👉🏻👈🏻

Day 14 - He's supervising

[larissa-the-scribe]

Presents? Finished and wrapped

Brigadeiros? Made and plated

Dog? Washed

Laundry? Done

I am now ready for Christmas to begin

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

What's it like to be captain of the boxing team? You don't seem like the type to want that kind of responsibility.

Minato shrugs and nods. Sanada is probably the one he knows the least about when it comes to his club activities. He has the Student Council with Mitsuru and art club with Fuuka, and Yukari tells him about archery practice all the time. Junpei and Aigis don’t have anything to tell.

But Sanada almost never talks about the boxing team. All Minato really knows is that he chose boxing because he wanted to learn how to fight with his bare hands, and that he made hotpot for his teammates once.

Before Minato can question his life choices or lament the grave mistake he’s made in getting them started with their whole– whatever this is– any further, there’s a brisk, professional knock at the door. His senpais’ patter routine grinds to a screeching halt as everyone turns to look at the new guest. 

Well, not really a guest. It’s Aragaki’s doctor, looking just as serious as ever. 

“Pardon me,” he says. “I apologize for the interruption, but I have some things to discuss with Aragaki-kun and Kirijo-san.” Neither his expression nor his tone of voice give any indication about whether ‘some things’ are going to be positive or negative.

He turns his gaze to Minato and Sanada. “For the sake of patient confidentiality, I have to ask you both to leave the room.”

“I don’t mind ‘em being here,” Aragaki says. “They’ll hear it all from either me or Kirijo anyway, might as well cut out the extra step.”

“It's a hospital-wide policy, I’m afraid. Kirijo-san may be present because the Kirijo Group is acting as your de facto next of kin, but otherwise, anyone who isn’t a direct relative isn’t permitted to be in the room when discussing private medical information.

“As you said, however– you are allowed to relay as much as you like to whomever you like after the fact.”

“How long will it be?” Sanada asks.

“There’s quite a bit to go over. I don’t think we’ll be finished before visiting hours are over for the day.”

Sanada’s expression is crestfallen in a way that gives the distinct impression that he’s trying very hard not to look crestfallen. He nods and doesn’t argue with the doctor. He and Minato exchange their goodbyes with Aragaki and Mitsuru, and Mitsuru promises to pass along any and all relevant news as soon as she can.

And then there’s nothing left for Minato and Sanada to do but return to the dorms in lockstep, pretending very hard not to be anxious.

[hekateinhell]

Armand/Daniel "Oh, hey now, don't start crying on me"

New York City, 1979

"Oh, hey now, don't start crying on me," Daniel swallowed, the gin and tonic Armand had so lovingly prepared minutes earlier churning restlessly in his stomach as the hand that wasn't still holding the empty glass came to pet Armand's curls on his lap.

Not the first time Daniel had seen Armand cry, but that didn't make it any fucking easier. His father's voice rang through his head, overlapping with the intro to Saturday Night Live: "Now don't cry like a little bitch, son. Makes you look weak. A goddamn punching bag. And that's no son of mine, so you better man the fuck up or I'll give you something to cry about!"

Daniel blinked hard, willing himself to focus. Willed the alcohol to clear his system immediately, as if that would make this any easier. As if that would give him the answers to all the questions he's ever asked.

One of the two ice cubes in the glass had fully melted, and the other wasn't far behind.

"Hey, hey, it's okay."

It's not okay.

Shit people say when they want it to be okay and it's not gonna be. Never gonna be. But they can't stand being powerless and so they lie to themselves and everyone around them to maintain the grand illusion.

He never knows what to do when Armand's crying. It's so... fucking human.

So fucking human it hurts.

A different shade of vulnerability on Armand than his laughter endows him. When Armand laughed—a genuine, full-body laugh—Daniel could see him as the witty, sweet-natured youth with a sharp tongue he must have been once upon a time. Strange to think that anyone who's ever seen that has been dead for half a thousand years, huh, Danny boy? He could almost imagine what Armand would've looked like with the sunlight kissing his skin, igniting the reddish highlights in his dark auburn hair, a constellation of freckles over the bridge of his nose and across his cheekbones. Stranger still to think of seeing his mouth open and no fangs in sight. And would you have loved him just the same? Daniel shuddered at the thought.

Yes, laughter was one thing, but crying? Tears?

The way Armand cried—silent and unblinking, unbreathing—made Daniel think of a child in some distinctly horrifying way. Made his heart wrench in two, his skin crawl, and the edges of his vision blur.

Because it's not the way some children cry when they scrap their knees on the pavement or wake up from a nightmare. Loud and visceral and sure to make Mom come running down the hall.

No, Armand cried like a child who had learned long ago there was no point in crying out loud. And staring into the quarter inch of water now in his glass, Daniel knew why.

He knew that cry; he'd cried that cry.

Hiding his closet, biting into his ratty teddy bear so that his father wouldn't hear and beat him for having the audacity to feel emotion the old man didn't know what to do with. And what had been the lesson? No wonder he didn't know how to comfort this creature he so loved. Dear God, you might as well be as emotionally stunned as that cankerous, old- 

Armand squirmed over Daniel's thighs then, snuggling into him as his eyes finally closed and his body gave. His smaller hand reaching for the one Daniel still had on his head.

A lingering kiss to his fingertips, a soft nudge against Daniel's brain: Thank you, lover. You are such a comfort to me.

It's okay.

Everything's okay.

[vvanini]

mmmm wanted to draw them so have an annoyed kyle, a scheming butters, mysterion & toolshed, tweek and a creature

[creekfiend]

How did you/your family choose the dogs' names? And decide which kinds of dogs to get? I love all of them, please wish Moishe a happy birthday!

oh well it is different for each dog. Ella is from a private foster, Blue is from a breeder, Glimmer is from a breeder, Maisy is from a shelter/rescue, and Moses wound up on our property at ~7 weeks old after walking all the way across a huge cow pasture and fording a creek because he heard my mom and Lambchop in our pasture making noises. he's also from a breeder technically lol

[fuumiku]

Mickbell Tomas it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

I headcanon his nose scrunches up and he bites his tongue sometimes when he’s reallyyy laughing… And he’ll snort sometimes of course. Free serotonin. Yk I connected the dots recently that since my twst 2nd top fave is Ruggie it was truly only a matter of time before the Mickbell brainrot got to me. Little "shhh-shh-shhh" laughs please and thank you

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

‘Butter’ Jacket Shoot Sketch Day One - V

Bonus:

[gracieblood]

shout out to stan for being accidentally written as the only decent human being in the entire fic

[spittyfishy]

Well it took ages but I finally finished the main game of Pokémon Scarlet!! It was super fun and as always I wanted to draw my team to mark the occasion! So I’d like y’all to meet Daffy the Quaquaval, Cham-p the Pawmot, Barbie the Tinkaton, Olie the Coalossal, Black Ice the Cetitan, and Girlboss the Salazzle!! They were all great and I’m super excited to dive in to the DLC next!

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

hobbies

[publicdomainbooksdevotee]

[melaninpov]

I might have to do some photography on the side cause the how the hell do y’all keep finding Jonathan? I don’t know who took this picture but thank you. The peek at his chest makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside lol