#wtf am i supposed to tag this?

[starlight-n-shit]

I feel kinda weird doing this but i have no motivation and at this point shit is going downhill really super fast so

If this gets 1k notes by january 15 I'll start actually taking my education seriously (or maybe just actually do the shit i was assagined or something idk.)

[wtfforged]

i like to play and drawww

[crazymanicherelmao]

A drawing that have designs of Greek gods and goddesses that I will absolutely change later

[gyroidroves]

the jerma of splatoon

[autistic-katara]

ao3… ao3 babygirl please..

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I am exhausted, good heavens.

[malmagicstar]

before i go to sleep have my rtc ocs

meet st cassians creative writing club or something.

[wyrmologyart]

A wyrm inspired by this little fella

[joshbruh10x]

Watched the latest Helluva Boss episode a few days ago with a friend, and she was going OFNSKFKDK over that succubus guy. Honestly... Yea no sorry Stolitz fans I'd wanna make out with him too

[i-am-sleepyzz]

Kohaika redraws!! The bottom are the old ones and the top are the redraws

[palukoo]

this is SUCH an insane thing to say in a random blog post/obituary especially as the author is ostensibly not a lesbian. like truly hello??? that said. well… points we’re made!! there WAS something vaguely dykey about her.

[gingermintpepper]

I was going to answer an ask but tumblr ate my reply so now I'm just >:(

[jestersticks]

love persona 4s costumes.. drawn in mspaint bc i was too lazy to open csp

[kn1ght-l1ght]

Hey guess who's been writing a fic for months & finally caved into showing a sneak peak that isn't even in the main story

If

Bodoque finds himself tossing & turning in bed, when his eyes snap open, a cold sweat dew gathering along his brow. He sits himself up against the bed frame, quickly scanning the room he now finds himself in. 

The walls are covered in a pale green wallpaper, parts of it seemingly peeling away to reveal the cheap plaster underneath. A cork board is hanging on one side, covered in sticky notes & blurry polaroids. On the other is an open window, the shining sun outside indicating it was probably around noon. The final wall is plain, bearing a closed wooden door. The white paint is peeling off & bronze door knob polished only at the top from heavy use. Suddenly, there's a loud series of knocks at the door, startling the rabbit.

“Heyyyyy, Bodoqueeee! You overslept again! You're gonna be late to class, again!” booms out a familiar voice from the door. “I'm coming in, my book's inside & unlike you, I care about being on time to my classes!” cries out the voice before a tall figure bursts through the door. The figure then quickly covers their eyes with a large, 4 fingered hand. “GAH! Juan Carlos, put on some pants, geez!”

It was there that Bodoque realized he was only wearing underpants, the blanket having been tossed on the floor during his fitful slumber. He makes no attempt to cover up, instead choosing to cross his arms in discontent as he gets a good look at the taller man. His form is lankier than Bodoque remembers, but his shoulders are broad & strong. He's a sky blue shirt, buttoned all the way up to his neck. A set of black suspenders hold up a pair of dark gray slacks, a matching tie tops off his ensemble.

“God, has he always dressed like such a nerd…?” wonders the rabbit. 

“It's not like you gave me a chance to put any on before you almost broke my door down, Tulio. Besides, it's not like it's something you've never seen before, stupid.”

The sock monkey gasps in a scandalized manner, before holding his other hand in a shushing gesture.

“Woah, hey! Don't say it so loud! You know how nosy people are in these dorms, I don't want anyone spreading weird rumors about me!” replied Tulio, his voice a harsh whisper as he approached his friend. He picks up the blanket from the floor to cover up the rabbit's exposed body. As he places the blanket on him, Bodoque suddenly grabs onto his hand, paw holding it in an iron grip.

“Hey! Stop messing around, man! Let go of my ha-” is all Tulio is able to say before he's pulled into a messy kiss, Bodoque's free arm pulling him closer. At first, the taller man considers fighting the growing urges, but chooses to return the kiss, allowing himself to melt into the warmth of his best friend.

The kissing gradually becomes more heated, desperate, and Tulio notices that Bodoque seems to be whispering something in-between breathy kisses. They sound like, apologies? As Bodoque proceeds to unbutton Tulio's shirt, the monkey begins to feel a wetness on his cheek.

“Juan Carlos, are you crying?” he asks the shorter man, making him pause his efforts to undress the other. He doesn't respond, simply attempts to continue unbuttoning Tulio’s shirt. Tulio pulls away, then grabs hold of his paw. “Hey, look at me, man. Are you good? And what was up with the mumbling earlier?” Bodoque remains quiet, Tulio’s mouth morphs into a frown. He lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Look, if you like, don't feel good today, I'll let you borrow my notes later, ok? Class is gonna start soon & my clothes are a mess. I gotta go, I'll see you la-”

“Wait, don't go, stay with me, please” Bodoque manages to say. His free paw meets Tulio's grip, face still downcast & refusing to meet the other's gaze. Tulio looks at him, intently waiting for a response. He waits for any sign from Bodoque that would give him, at the very least, an inkling on what was going on in the mind of his long eared friend. When he still doesn't get anything else from the rabbit, Tulio decides to sit next to him, still holding his paw. They sit in silence for what feels like hours before either says another word, Bodoque finally breaking the silence. 

“Tulio, if you had the chance to change the past, would you do it?” he asks. Confused, Tulio thinks for a few seconds about the question.

“Well, I would probably change it so I'd be here a little earlier, to wake you up and have time for…stuff” he answers, a blush forming as he thought about the possibilities of being there earlier. Bodoque lets out a small, solemn chuckle, cuddling up to the taller man.

“I agree, it would be nice to be able to do things, earlier. To do things before it's too late, get a chance to do more with the ones you love.”

Tulio turns to look at his friend, who then finally looks up at him, eyes red & puffy with drying tears across his cheeks. He feels at a loss; he knew Bodoque had a bit of a “romantic” side with his occasionally flowery language & how often he'd spend the night with random classmates instead of studying. But to admit he felt love for someone, and that someone was him of all people, was honestly a shock to him.

They had messed around sometimes when they were younger, he reasoned it was the nature of long-term childhood friendships. And it wasn't like Tulio didn't like girls, but there was always something about Bodoque that brought him a sense of comfort. Maybe it was because Bodoque was a year older than him, but Tulio couldn't help but feel safer with him at his side.

“Juan Carlos…” he inched closer to Bodoque's face, gently holding it with one hand, his other moving up to wipe at the stray tears as they began to form.

“His hands are so soft…” Bodoque thinks. He brings his own paw up to grab hold of Tulio's striped hand. He closes his eyes, relishing in the warm, gentle hold of his closest friend.

And then he woke up.

[coquettejohnny]

drew me and my bestie bff forever ( @awweshuuks ) as that one scott/ramona picture

i'm ramona, she's scott :3

[fisheito]

SCREMS my snautsticic child he is trying ok!!!!!! one tiny snake human hybrid built from the cave-ground-up, , attempting to learn all the implicit rules of humanness?! as if it isn't already tough enough out here!!!!