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[intothedysphoria]

This is me booping you 😽

You brighten my day every day and I can never overstate how grateful I am to have you in my life!

I hope your Halloween is as incredible as Harringrove’s 40th anniversary!

On anon because the anonymous positivity was the shit so I’m bringing it back for this special day!!!

Ok I definitely think I know who this is 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Thank you so much, you’re so so kind and I really appreciate having you in my life too ❤️❤️❤️

[wildfairies]

13 💛 for DA world state

13. their thoughts on the Grey Warden order?

nalori tabris: mixed feelings. thinks their cause is noble and likes the fact that it gives people with no future an opportunity to start over. resents being drafted and the corruption that occurs after the Fifth Blight.

rosamond hawke: no thoughts. glad those guys stopped the Blight. seem kind of intense.

sabine trevelyan: meh. thought of them kind of like myths, larger than life and heroic, but probably overhyped. after Here Lies the Abyss, basically thinks they’re wallowing, flagellating, useless losers obsessed with their own nobility.

[rigb0ner]

Strawberrylovely still talks about shance and so do I! I’ve been making art for shance for a while now :D I even made a little animation!

Although I’ve read your fanfic before I don’t know what type of headcanons I’d come up with for illicit love but If it’s alright with you I’ll be glad to make fanart for it :D!

OOOHH AN ANIMATION??? I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT!!!! AND ABSOLUTELY I WOULD APPRECIATE THIS SO MUCH!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[aris-ink]

I found your page recently. But I love reading your work. You are an amazing author.

🐣

you're amazing and I love you 💖

[tsuu-ki]

all your art is so pretty 🥺 !!!

Aaaaaa thank you so much!! 🥹❤️

[haggz-is-here]

other variations of the “Tell me, Godly one, do you crave more?” drawing thing 💥💥💥

(while drawing it, many things were added but then taken away in the whole process of things. so here are the cooler ones that still deserve a spot 💕)

[aurorangen]

The following day, Bryce decided to go boxing at the gym with Robbie and release all the pent up frustration at his former company. He didn't expect to meet his good old friend Leif Pollock there!

[usachxxn]

Hellooo i saw on your jay burger post that u have rq open and wanted to ask if u could do a samurai or pixal doodle😸 no pressure ofc!!! Im just interested in seeing ur interpretation of them :d

ALSO i love ur style sm THE COLORS BRO!! YOUR LINEART!!! IT ROCKSS!!!

I will never say no to a samurai rq 💪

[deerspherestudios]

Day 2 Spoilers

[intothedysphoria]

Send to 10 other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep this going to make someone smile. 🤍

Thank you!!!!!!!!

I genuinely appreciate it dm

[oceanwithouthermoon]

What’s the best friendship ship in your opinion?

if you asked me this a year ago, i probably wouldve said toritsuka and saiki, and i still think theyre in at least the top five-

their development is very sweet, it takes toritsuka really fucking long to realize saiki isnt just some asshole stuck-up goody-two-shoes and actually cares about people and HIM on a personal level, but its really sweet when he finally does and it even allows him to start changing as a person.

-but after reading the manga twice and aggressively overanalyzing it, nendo and saiki are number one by far 😚

nendos sixth sense when it comes to saiki, the fact that nendo is the first person that broke down his walls and he warmed up to, the fact that saiki literally jumps up in shock/fear when people sneak up on him when he cant read their minds but he doesnt do that when nendo comes up to him, etc... theyre adorable. i know people tend to chalk nendo down to just the comically ugly and stupid guy with no character depth but hes more than that, trust me... i think hes a huge part of what started giving saiki hope in humanity itself, considering his pure shock when he realizes he can actually trust this guy even without reading his mind 😭

for honorable mentions i would probably say yumehara and teruhashi, we dont get directly shown a lot of depth from them but i think more than enough is implied, considering all of teruhashis resignations about being friends with girls and how a good chunk of that got pretty much thrown out after she and yumehara got close 😙 oh also aiura and saiki, they work really well together and ive talked a little bit before about how she probably helped give saiki a lot of faith in humanity since shes the first time he sees someone with power who isnt corrupt by it and is still a kind person (edit: neglected to mention akechi and saiki OR mera and saiki OR kuboyasu and kaido, im a failure/j)

[poetwix]

I'm not quite sure when you all got here tbh..

But hey 😊👋 how's it going?

Since there's over a thousand of you I just wanna say thank you to all of you, I struggle with myself daily but some of you are so sweet and it really helps sometimes 🥰

[coff33andb00ks]

Congrats on 1k!!!

📝 + Lewis and reader and the silverstone win, their reactions, their celebrations, stuff like that 🥰

Thank you so much!!

Join me at the 1k bonfire!

Ohhhh this would have been beyond special for both of them. Lewis's last home race with Mercedes, surrounded by the people who've rooted for him since he was a kid?? (I still get choked up just thinking about the radio immediately after ugggghhhh)

You knew he would win of course. You always say that even when you don't think it - and you'll never tell him that sometimes you don't think he'll win. Because you know he can. He's fucking Lewis Hamilton. You're crying before he gets past the checkered flag, and when you hear his voice in your ears, his emotions boiling over, you're sobbing.

Two and a half years since he's won a race. As the time has grown longer you've of course seen his worry, heard his fears. "I'm getting old now darling, maybe..."

He's never finished that thought aloud - maybe I'll never win another - and now you're glad he hasn't. Because he's done it - here, at home.

It's tears and laughter. Hugs among his family and the Mercedes team that could crack a rib. And then there's him.

Lewis.

Forehead to helmet, teary eyes staring into teary eyes. His cheeks are wet and the hands gripping your shoulder are trembling, just as his voice. "We did it darling."

"You did it."

"Couldn't have without you."

More tears and more laughter. Champagne flows for hours it seems but it's really for the cameras. For the team. Then it's just you and him and Roscoe, piled up on the bed. Lewis loves to groan that he can't hang with the "kids" and party like he used to, like the world expects him to. The celebration is lowkey and filled with love, like everything Lewis does.

A quiet talk while his head rests in your lap, Roscoe snoring next to you. Hands linked, and you can hear the childish wonder in his voice as he talks about what Silverstone means to him. There's dinner with his family soon, but for the time just him and you. And later, when the two of you crawl into bed again his lovemaking is sweet, befitting the emotions of the day.

[candyje11yfish]

friendly fire on Josh-S26! 🍎🍐

[fwoggiekeromoto]

WHEN DID I HIT 700 WHAT

I’m so sorry that I’m rarely active on tumblr, but I’m extremely grateful for you all 😭❤️ tysm for 700+ followers I rlly appreciate it

Cat :>

[wroteclassicaly]

Love me some thotty blurbs. How about...heat?

xoxo @munson-blurbs

Warnings: Language, tension, sweaty Eddie, NSFW, and smut!

A/N: This was more than two paragraphs — oops? 🤭

~*~

Heat.

Many different meanings; textbook, temperature, animalistic, expressions, and scientific. But it’s the one word you’ve highlighted in your mental and verbal vocabularies upon becoming involved with Eddie Munson. The way he speaks with such passion during a campaign, how his mouth caresses the microphone, the depth of his voice echoing through when he’s on stage, chocolate eyes smoldering until they practically melt into engaged, blown pupils, jutted knee propped to help rest his enchanting instrument, his hands wrapped around the stand, fingers tapping to the beat. The heat of his elements.

As for your own? Watching him, working him over like he’s your dinner, your prey. How he bends into the hood of your shitty car in a cutoff top, hair pulled up by your claw clip, sweat soaking the pits and entire back of his shirt, tight ripped jeans shorts and bare feet, chain clinging to the front when he turns around, inked forearm swiping as his slick face. Uncaring, uninhibited. He slides his camels and zippo combo from his back pocket, nosing the cellophane, pinching a filter beneath his teeth, pulling it out, tossing the pack onto a nearby lawn chair he’d been nursing a beer in during breaks in this smolder summer heat, and he cups his precious nicotine, lighting it a blaze.

It’s when he blows it out, that narrowing his between his teeth, a twitch of his jaw, that you’re demanding, increasing your steps down the gravel drive.

“Put it out. Now. I need you.”

He nearly coughs on the smoke, before recovering with a smirk. But he’s catching on, quick. And even through that slight body odor emanating, he’s following your collar twisting lead around the side of his Uncle’s trailer. Because heat is helping Eddie cage you in, one hand above you on the cheap siding of his home, heat is tangling your limbs together in slippery, sliding, slopes, heat is helping him work his shorts, his boxers, your own pants and panties down — and heat is letting him fuck his entire day’s work stress deep into you, all while looking at each other with smirks of delicious bravado.