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Pages 5858/5859 for the @hsprzine !! download link below the cut

[deathricedrawn]

Gem Doodle!!!!!

[sorblr]

happy secco sunday :D

trying out a new sketch pen i kinda like it

[jujumighty]

Rgb falls over and dies (loud)

[userbuddie]

sentences sunday!

no one's tagged me yet so i'm gonna start it and tag some friends!! @saryasy @hotshotsxyz @henswilsons @roy-kents @thatbuddie @team-118

from cupid wip! it's at almost 10k yay going so well!!

He’s desperate for things to change. For a life that’s real and good. Honest. One where he isn’t hiding, where he doesn’t have to leave every five years. 

Once, he tried to stay. 

People tortured him. Figured out who he was, what he could do. Tried to steal his arrows, his darts, his magic. The energy that thrums through him, courses through his veins, makes his arrows and darts do what they do. 

Buck doesn’t stick around anymore. 

It’s painful. Adds to that sinking pit that grows and carves deep, deep, deep into him. He hates leaving. Buck’s a clinger. Buck was meant to stick around in LA forever. Work at the 118 until he’s too old and they have to tear him away from a fire red engine. 

That’s not possible, though. He’s got three more years here, maybe four if he can swing it before he has to leave. 

And he’s never wanted to leave less. 

There have been cities that were easy to leave behind. Some were harder, some had people he grew to love. 

Still, none of them — none of them — were Los Angeles. 

None of them had Eddie.

mind you buck thinks he's incapable of falling in love meanwhile he's already halfway in love with eddie lol i'm having so much fun with this wip u guys have no idea

[real-odark]

shoutout to my parents for supporting the mentally ill. they didn't donate to charity or anything but they let me sing the entire book of mormon soundtrack to them. the whole thing.

[bitter-goodbyes]

Martin the MVP!!!!!!

[garlicrrow]

real

BTW I FORGOT TO ADD OMG inspo for the 2nd img was @/barbiedreamghoul !!!!!!!!!

[sailordaimp]

posting it here. mormi as those cute aliens. original under cut

[red-velvet-0w0]

ITS RAINING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[optimus-rhyme]

I’m nromal

[bored-boring-and-tired]

i came out to five people yesterday 😋

[hoomanexploded]

[margaritaville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Additional Tags: Sick Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting, Dreams, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

Ed wakes up face down in his pillow, hair in his mouth. His side of the bed is clammy with sweat. He kicks the blankets down, bare ass exposed to the air conditioned room. “Urrghh,” he groans, just to get it out there, to make himself known. “Stede?” he calls.

“Yes, darling?” comes from behind him immediately, like Stede was standing there watching Ed wake up. Ed can’t be bothered to turn his head to look at him. Feels like he might break his neck trying, his bones and muscles and skin so weak and fragile.

“I think I have a cold,” Ed moans, voice a little nasal, flexing his toes.

(ooh wah-ah-ah-ah) ED SICK FIC POOOSTEDDDDD!~!!!~~!~!!!! :3c

[fishinsp4ce]

Happy birthday guys

Happy Homestuck day everyone!!!