#sit in the grass with me

[grifpaw]

well i hear valhalla is quite lovely this time of year...

#red vs blue #rvb #dexter grif #dick simmons #grimmons #sit in the grass with me #my art

[lazylittledragon]

i'm sorry but "He likes digging holes" had me ROLLING that's so funny

he's OVERSTIMULATED

#bg3 #ramble #what's that one lacakdaisy comic that's like 'I HAVE TO DIG' #i think their relationship is a lot of 'you're overwhelmed. go and sit in the grass to recharge' #and 'do you want me to put a rug down so you can lounge on it' #dorian has had more pets than boyfriends he's doing his best #edit: i think tumblr shat itself and posted this twice

[riaki]

moneyload | satoru gojo x reader (implied fem)

this is for @satoruoo + everyone who’s tired of my angst | 1k wc

satoru likes spoiling you.

no— like would be the world's greatest understatement. satoru feels about spoiling you the way he feels about you— he doesn’t just like you, he‘s utterly enamored with you. if you asked, he'd move mountains for you. or give up a portion of his candy; both are equitable in his bright eyes. he loves you so much that he'd skip a basketball session with suguru or leave in the middle of the fight to throw the leftover scraps of a cursed spirit to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at the time; you're more important. you've always been.

yeah, that’s gotta be it. a perfect way to paint his feelings for you on a pure canvas brightened by your smile, light as a feather and lively as the sun. and you're completely deserving, he thinks— you, who's always been so patient and kind with him.

as such, he thinks it’s a crime to waste such a beautiful figure on things less than lavish dress and delicate jewelry; but to be honest, he thinks you could don a potato sack and still make it look exquisite. nevertheless, each time you protest when he drapes another dainty necklace glittering with gems cut from a million-dollar wallet and 58 facets (all the reasons he loves you— that's what he calls them.), he shushes you promptly with a swift, sweet kiss; you get a noseful of his expensive cologne every time he sidles up to you and gets comfortable. which, for the record, is quite often.

out of everything he gets you; bouquets of beautiful speckled flowers that look as if a painter dumped their entire palette of pastels and pretties onto the petals, sweet chocolates dark with the tiniest amount of cherry liquor in the center ("i don't need them— i already get drunk off of you, sweetheart!"), fragrant perfume or the latest comfortable clothing that catches his eye (this one's less common. he likes it better when you're only in his clothes.), jewelry is the one he always finds his way back to the most often.

why? well, if you ask him— there's nothing better than being sprawled on your couch with his head in your lap, nuzzling into your warm hand as he catches a whiff of the perfume he gifted you last week paired with the reddest rose he could find on your wrist. your hands card through his hair, and he uses the opportunity to catch your arm before you can move any further, giving you a smug grin as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

(it's a little embarrassing the amount of times you've thought he was going to propose from that alone.)

you'll open it, and it'll be a pretty silver necklace that matches the one around his neck, or a gold ring with ornate details that he slips onto your fingers after taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a smile and a laugh. sometimes it's a bracelet adorned with rich jewels the color of your eyes; maybe something rose quartz to represent the flush on his cheeks you always seem to elicit or a marigold yellow to show the pure joy he gets from being around you. if you ask him about it, he'll just say, "i wasn't kidding when i said i get drunk off of you, baby." with a boyish giggle that's far too charming to not have been used in his younger years to get his way and a sweet little wink of an afterthought that has your heart racing.

on the occasions when the gift is far less... appropriate, you'll always sigh and chastise him with a shake of your head because you both know the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of a few minutes. he does it anyway, though. he's always been a little bit of a brat in that sense.

whatever it ends up as, satoru absolutely adores seeing your reactions; the cute flush on your cheeks when you accept it with a little thanks and a kiss to his cheek, leaning forward on the tips of your toes because he's too tall for his own good. maybe even to hook a finger around the bridge of his sunglasses for lips to lips, if he's lucky. of course, he knows he doesn't have to buy your affection— you've made that abundantly clear in moments he doesn't like to think about as anything more than vulnerability when he's worn out, but there's just something about you that makes him want to pile it on. he's always had more money than he knows what to do with, anyway.

and maybe, just maybe— one day he'll dare to hope for a future past school hallways, flattering dresses and skirts or sneaky kisses when he's a little sweaty and his jacket is in your arms and you're on the bleachers, hijacking shoko's pack of cigarettes while the squeak of shoes on the gym floor and the sound of a basketball rattling in the hoop fills your ears. past nights when you're curled up in his arms and he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of your neck, tucked away where it always should be (and always will be).

he'll hope for days when he gets to wake up to you by his side, a silver band with so much more meaning than the fifth one he's given you that week on your ring finger and a matching one on his own, because satoru loves you so much that he'd empty out the vaults of a bank just to make you smile at him. not in the hollow way his father always had at home, or in the obligatory resolute smiles of the servants on his estate, but in a genuine way; a way no one else (except his mom) had ever come close to because if he sold everything he ever had for you, his world would still be right in front of him, holding his hands and kissing his face in spontaneous bursts of love, like shooting stars dancing across his cheeks as a way of thanks.

...so, maybe satoru likes spoiling you so much because you always seem to return tenfold.

if u looked at my search history you'd see 'how many cuts does a diamond have' and 'what are the chocolates with alcohol in them called' my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

#i caved (again!!!!) #this has been sitting in my notes app for like a month oopsies #breathe the fresh air. be blinded by the sun and smell the grass (me @ this drabble) #have more gojo fluff!!!! i have plenty to give #now i scuttle away to work on my christmas special #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #billet-doux #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk scenarios #i tbink this is the most i’ve edited for a banner yet oops #- rs !

[tapakah0]

Hey, how are you? You haven't had any updates on the comic for a long time. Hope you are having a good rest

I'm very good Comic is on a freeze, I don't feel like making plots, want to animate and make doodles only, following the river And I bet ya that's not even a "long time", when it will be 5 years theeen I'll accept it as a "long time"

#Please don't sit in here if you expect any stories from me #I never was a person of plots and comics #There are a lot of rottmnt artists making their stories - better go support them politely #I'm a little snail leaving a little trace behind me #I eat grass and sit in the ink circle #I'm not leaving this circle for the near time please unfollow me wheeeeeeeze

[femmespoiled]

you know, love mellows you out, it does, in a way that feels like taking a breath after feeling suffocated, coming home after a long day, opening your arms and settling into a hug, a long and warm one. In a way that allows you to feel settled and safe in your identity, you no longer have to keep moving it around in your hands. It mellows you out when you no longer have to fight to be seen.

#i keep thinking of how much I've grown and how I've settled into my identity. my beliefs. how much calmer i am about my journey #I'm more opinionated but I also undoubtedly know more #I've mellowed out over the years but in a way I'm quite proud of #it feels like the beginning of a little space for peace #undoubtedly they've changed me. in how they see me. the things we discuss. in how we come together to be this pair #the set of arms i fall into. allowed me to see the horizon and take a breath. sit on the metaphorical grass for a bit #🖤💗 #btexts

[its-your-mind]

the stakes are realer now than ever

and this loss cannot be in vain.

c3e91

#critical role #c3e91 #finally sitting down to Absorb this episode pray for me #bells hells #fcg #fresh cut grass #cr3 spoilers #c3 spoilers

[gaytedlasso]

Meanwhile ~

Jamie: Ahh.. Coach? We gonna start trainin’ soon.....?

Roy: Oh for fuck’s sake. WHISTLE!!

#upon drawing them on grass I just was hit with the hilarious image of the team just awkwardly standing nearby #yes Ted is blushing #and yes he has an earring #you can only see Trent’s torso cuz he’s like #still sitting down #not even California getting hit with a tropical storm is enough to keep me from posting gay fanart ✌️ #I’m fine btw it’s just raining #sketch.art #tedtrent #tedependent #ted lasso fanart #ted lasso #trent crimm

[st4rch1ld404]

self indulgent piece of gale and my tav, kuori.

#my art #oc #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #when when hes says ur very special to him and share ur first kiss :'(((((( #and and like askjsdf he makes a whole starry sky for u and u hold hands as u sit together on the grass #LET ME LOVE YOU GALE OMG

[rotten-vision]

i have been craving dandelions on a spiritual level

#it is a third sunny day in a row today yay #i guess spring is getting to me anyway #arcane viktor #my art #viktor arcane #viktor #if you can't handle him as a manic machine man you don't deserve him sitting all pretty in the grass

[foamloam]

I don’t care for the AOS movies, but young Spock truly has affected me.

#spock #Star Trek #aos star trek #star trek aos #young spock #baby spock #spock my winkle bop #aos spock #he’s so meeee #lil guy he’s so cute #I too want to hit people❤️ I don’t blame him #do you guys think he’d be the kid sitting alone ripping out the grass alone or nah!!? I do!? #he is so special to me.. #loamsart

[kangals]

some of it is definitely just Cope but I am, begrudgingly, grateful that Stellina and I have ended up having so much time together on our own. going from 2 dogs down to 1 (and the reverse) is a bigger shift in dynamic than I think a lot of people would expect.

obviously i love Stellina and we’ve always had some sort of bond, but my suspicion - which I now think was correct - was that she always was more attached to Boone than she was to me. it was very stark in the first few months after his passing what a big hit her confidence took. a lot of her more silly behaviors - the honking at the cat, wriggling around on the ground, sleeping belly-up, demand barking - immediately vanished. and it wasn’t that she wasn’t still an overall happy and content dog, but that she was just… less loudly so. she started choosing to sleep in her upstairs crate that was far out of the way of activity. she got exceptionally nervous around the cat and started getting fearful of doorways. just small behaviors like that that were easy to disregard in the moment but now looking back seem like a much more obvious picture.

it’s on me, too. while i took her on plenty of solo outings, we’ve definitely always had a more shallow bond than I had with Boone. and there’s lots of reasons (I had him much longer, he was an anxious one-person dog, he liked physical touch more). and it always kind of felt like while I “spoke” fluently with Boone, Stellina was more of a “well it gets the point across” proficiency instead. it’s really only in the last month or so that it seems like things have finally fallen into place. that she’s back to being wiggly and mischievous and loudly so. and that I’m starting to look at her and call her and feel that same bone-deep fondness as I used to have with a very different dog. a little echo of love from another time.

It took me years to get to this point with Boone too - I always used to say that I liked him better every year. and I know at some point down the road I’ll be repeating this again, with a different loss and a different bond. but it’s just been a nice realization to see that both of us will come out the other side and be better for it.

#long post sorry #sitting on my patio on a warm November day realizing 6 months have almost passed #staring at the spot where i saw him last #listening to the happy little grunts of a dog rolling around and kicking up grass behind me #something something grief and love are intertwined something something

[brainworms-all-night-long]

A lone statue stood in the middle of a desolate field. Wails of the hollow wind, and although now faint, but still present smell of death occupied its surroundings for the past five hundred years. Its only company since an unprecedented tragedy took place, washing the sky blood red and the clouds letting not but a sliver of sunlight pass through.

Up until now.

Now the young guardian, frozen still in time, with his last memories played on a twisted and seemingly never-ending loop, felt something warm hit the freezing stone's surface of his face frozen in permanent terror.

All it took was five centuries of being held in purgatory, for the guardian to be allowed to finally take another breath it seemed. But that was alright. He'd accept any punishment given as the consequence of his inaction when it counted. Now that it was finally over, he let himself savor the first gulps of air he had for the longest time.

It all but hit him with his failure however, as the dust and decay filled air entered his lungs. Its particles nesting now forever inside of him as a cruel reminder, no matter how much he coughed to get them out.

At last he collapsed, shaken, onto the ground as the eternal wait didn't stop there. It would be unfair to expect of him to adjust so quickly after standing still and hearing nothing but the cries of the helpless and innocent being slaughtered or driven mad, no? What's a few more minutes of taking in the desolate sight of what was once a lush valley with children playing and birds singing, now reduced to nothing but a forgotten graveyard and a destroyed home.

After adjusting to the reality he could now move through, he went and searched for any sign of life amidst the rubble, anything that moved independently of the rushing wind.

Yet the guardian found nothing.

Not even bugs or mice repopulating the ruins. Not even vines or grass dared to reclaim the buildings. They were exactly as destroyed as if they had collapsed yesterday.

Losing hope in finding life, something else caught his eye. Something that stood out against the rot and red, something almost completely out of place, a flicker of gold. And one that he recognized almost instantly.

He rushed to it with the only thing letting him know how fast his legs were moving being the sickening crunch of dust beneath the soles of his shoes, and what was left of his brother's cape getting closer.

Falling back to his knees not a second later to reaching his destination, he carefully picked up the tattered cloth. As if it was the only thing affected by the passage of time, it was still brilliant yellow, yet ripped and fragile with holes chewed at the edges of its torn fabric.

Every emotion suddenly rushed back to him as he held the cape in his hands and their weight got just a bit too much to bear.

He heard a muffled scream and hoped that whoever it was, they could wait just a bit longer for him to let him process some of his grief first.

#sonic the hedgehog #dreamtale #jumpscares you #happy sunday :) #brother angst exept I doubled and merged it because I have the power #yes I did draw and shade every single blade of grass by hand the brushes were not cutting it for me #when I tell you I had this done in two days #i am so proud of this anyways #i might just print and frame it lmao #anyway #dreamtale and sonic tomfoolery #mah art #me does arts #actually finished doodl #me when I finish writing #blood tw #yes thats a bloody gash on his back it was given no time to actually heal despite sitting there for half a century #also ignore I forgor to draw his back quills uuhhh he doesnt have them in this AU!!!!

[beeduoo]

will he burn down the kitchen

#SORRY THIS ISNT FULLT SHADED Guys it is so late this daily post grind is serious #cranboo #cranboo fanart #went to the park today lots of fun....CRAZY WIND THOUGH Omfg i wouldn't mind if it didn't RUIN MY HAIRRR #it gets so flat i have really loose curls so literally anything disturbs them and ougghh its like i just spent an hour finger waving(? ever #strand Whyyyy whatever i tried to not let that get to me i enjoyed the sun.... #i tried to braid a blade of grass it Kind of worked idk i posyed a pic on twitter oohhh it was so nice out today i was just Sat on the gras #enjoying the sun #i got this skirt at altard state the other day ACTUSLLY KTS A SHORT but like its Layered so it looks like a skirt kind of hold on #altard state raleigh layered lace shorts OUGGHH so cute so COMFROTABLE omg i wore the #m to school on friday everyone lovveddd them i lovr high school everyone is so nice to me #Tomorrow it will be 77 degrees im so excited imma take the train to school there is no way imma b sitting on that bus.... #drawing for tommroow ummmm maube Omg based off the poll imma do a follow up that sounds fun yesssss #Ok i love u guys good night

[deancaskiss]

waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise;

inevitable,

and yet standing on that hill,

watching the moon slip behind the clouds

as the warmth peeks out to replace the silver glow,

I feel like i’m waiting alone.

#poetry #poem #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel poetry #destiel poem #personal poem #just me rambling thinking about destiel and weaving it through my own consciousness #I rarely post poetry like this because I always spend ages tweaking and formatting #but today is a raw poetry kinda day #anyway love yall #not sure I’m gonna tag anyone in this because it probably isn’t any good alsjlsks #I can picture dean sitting in the cold grass of a hill watching the sun start to crest over the horizon as he waits for cas #because cas is nature #and if dean sits here and waits. cas will come back. like the sun always rises again. #except this time cas doesn’t come back. the sun rises and sets. and cas doesn’t come back.

[napping-sapphic]

Anyway who wants to sit on a porch swing with me and hold hands

#wlw #wlw mood #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #my current 5 month long mental break down is so bad that i keep sitting outside for no reason #i hate being outside #mental snaps bring out the most unexpected parts of you i swear #anyway my outside life contemplation sessions be kinda lonely ngl #join me so i can make you a ring out of grass and hold your hand and admire your hair in the sunshine? #im gay and i like sleeping

[lunarharp]

black-and-white grass for day 6, random whatevers, & howl's moving castle au for day 4

#witch hat tag #orufrey #orufreyweek2023 #sorry to deal damage with sad art yesterday :') what happens is what happens... #i really like my previous post tho so im glad ppl liked it and like my drawings in general. thank you #i already drew howl au before.. oru is a falling star & sophie combined figure in it #i made the black-and-white grass border for a more detailed thing recently but it didnt work right so now it's with a scribble. #sitting down with your pal in the foliage which looks like you and represents you (to me)