#um... thats ok

[heavenlyantennas]

freak fish

[gravitysoda]

Death she is cunning and clever as hell, and she’ll eat you alive.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

girls i have loved

[eggsploded]

i never posted this lol

[potatobugz]

dugon my friend my buddy my pal

[possuminnit]

friendshup is magic .guys did u know guys Guys

click 4 better quality + other vers in undercut

no bg vers + flats as a treat

[titsoutfortntduo]

crawling forward and ratting my little tin can. would anyone be interested in 10-15 dollar colored sketch commissions? I non urgently need some money for food (I have enough for the rest of the month I would just like to eat smth other than soup and mac n cheese orz) but Im also busy as FUCK and cannot do fully rendered art atm. so if anyone has extra money or is looking for art pls hmu !! Im also happy to negotiate prices if 10-15 dollars is too much

examples of what id do ^^ pls dm if interesteddd

[belladonicbloodsucker]

dunno how to articulate this but the way 'we are lady parts' directly addresses the complications of 'media representation' while embodying as best as they can their idea of, not what representation should be, but what they as the real-life lady parts should be doing with themselves. was very cool and smart. and the writers know theyre doing this because "glass ceiling feeling" is the in-universe version of the show like. authentic to their particular experiences, critical of the industry, *just* vague enough to be slip by white execs who just wanna capitalize off their image but want to sand down their politics. slayed

[justablah56]

pov davion just said some shit about the beastlands

[emeryxyz]

so i did a bit of art

u dont know me . but hi anyways this is my first ever finished digital drawing hip hip hooray i made this like a good long while ago but. its here now this is aVERY OLD OK VERY OLD

boba and omega except for I HATE BABIES I HATE THEM I HATE SUTPID BALD BABIES DIE OMEGA LOOKS SO STUPID STUPID BALD BABY also THE SHADING ON BOBAS LEG LOOKS LIKE INTENSE LEG HAIR THAT ISNT REALLY A BAD THING BUT HES LIKE. 9?? and the hair good god dont ask me what i was doing with the hair OR omegas shirt i was in a time crunch BUT ANYWAYS HERES MY REFEREMCE :D

[qwl-in-a-cage]

"C'mon, Bitch! You know I don't disappoint..."

[ Please click each to see the details

Based on this human blitz design by not-kat Screenshots below the cut ]

(I'm sorry am i interrupting something ?!?! aheheh euhm)

[noiseemaster]

what if starlo was named freaklo and he was freaky

lineless

[1111-sunset-circle]

i love f/os and s/is with a big size difference. are they smaller than you or bigger? please tell me more about this dynamic in the tags

[littleplantfreak]

'When', not 'if'

("I'm not a romantic" I cry and scream before dropping the most sickening thing i've written to date. Blame @stunie because i did tell her i would write the most ume thing ever and maybe this is it. The title in my docs for it is 'Fucking disgusting' but i figured i better not title it that here because I'd be seeing it in my notifs lmaoo)

SFW/no cw unless you hate fluff

When you wake up from your nap, one of your slippers is gone, and there's a blanket on you that wasn't there prior. Looking at the clock, it's been about an hour since everyone had left your apartment once your birthday party ended. The day as a whole had been chaotic, your boyfriend shoving you out the door with a note to go see Kotoha.

The note took you farther than that, though, as it seemed Umemiya created a whole scavenger hunt for your birthday that had you running into all of your friends, having dessert at your favorite cafe, and eventually ending up at your shared apartment to find that all that time spent around town was a distraction so that he could set up the space for your party. After it had ended, you were banished to the couch because princesses aren't allowed to help clean up their own birthday parties, which had you huffing and falling face down into the chicken shaped pillow affectionately called Mr.Clucky.

It was a product of your boyfriend's endless cycle of hobbies when he took up sewing. A little lopsided and overfilled with stuffing, you complained to and into Mr.Clucky with your face pressed into him. Apparently, he was soft enough to fall asleep on because before you knew it, you had been drooling on him the entire hour. Prying yourself off the couch took more effort than was almost worth it before your eyes fell on the reason you were so tired to begin with.

Hajime smiles and hums looking at your bleary eyes. "Good morning sunshine, I was just about to take you to bed," he says, folding a dish towel over a chair. You toss off the blanket and grab on the slipper that fell under the living room table before padding up to him. Dipping your hands under both of his arms to lock them together behind him, now your face is in his chest instead of the chicken, which is entirely preferred.

"Don't wanna go to bed just yet," you muffle, sinking even deeper into him when both of his arms wrap around you in support. He smells like dish soap and birthday cake, and you turn your head to hear the heartbeat in his chest.

"What do you wanna do lovey? You know I'd give you the world if you asked," you can hear the rumble of his voice in his chest with your pressed ear. He's cheesy, but half asleep, you feel just as much, if not cheesier.

"I have the world if I have you, they're one in the same. So just you is more than fine." Your eyes are closed, but you feel him shiver a little. "I wanna dance with you, though," you say, voice still soft and kinda raspy from sleep.

"Dunno if I can top what you just said even when I propose," he chokes out a laugh, or at least you think it's one. He shifts his hold a bit and starts leading you both in a lazy sway that starts near the toaster and ends next to the potted plant at the back door before starting over.

"When? Not if?" You tease him, a hand going to scratch the nape of his neck lightly.

"I'll never meet another you, so I'm pretty set on When."

"I'll say yes." Because you will. You can't imagine a life where you wouldn't.

"And I'll still cry when you do." You can tell he's crying now because it comes out shaky and his hold tightens a bit, before you lean back, stopping your impromptu waltz. Both of your hands come up to cup his face and look at his teary grey eyes before cooing at him.

"You big baby! Save those tears for When please. You'll be congested and sniffley all night if you don't stop." You start cleaning off his face with your sleeve, but he stops one of your hands and starts peppering your palm and wrist with small kisses. "I think I'm ready for bed now. Princess's orders," you say, dragging him towards your bedroom. You'll have to figure out tomorrow just how soon When is going to be, but for now you can hear the slow thumps of Hajime's steps as he follows behind you, squeezing your connected hand. It's not pressing in the least, you think, because it feels like there will be plenty of tomorrows too.

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When you wake up in the morning, it takes you an hour to realize Hajime had put the ring on your finger while you were asleep.

It takes you five minutes to run through town in your pajamas, barefoot to find and full on tackle him in front of the place he was about to get your breakfast in.

And it takes about two minutes of unintelligible blubbering on both your parts before anyone understands what is going on.

No one timed it, but if they did, it would've taken less than ten minutes for the whole town to find out via texts, calls, and yells down the streets and through windows that you're engaged.

[marcygoo]

hey chat is this anything

[dustbar]

ohh i kinda figured, thats so cool :0 keep up the good work man!!!!

also can i get uuuuuhhhh cocktail. surprise me flavoured :p

hell yeah thanks !! but also sorry because u kinda caught us at a time where killers the bartender-