i’m forcing all of you guys to look at steel panther pictures. your dash is a fanther zone by the power of my determination. join us and when i say us i mean me and the withered corpses of whoever once was in this fandom. cheers.
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considering it's spring id be over dressed. 🤔
I'm literally too dumb and sleepy to put the pieces together of what this is in reference to I'm so sorry omg
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Last post of the "night," I promise.
It feels good to start writing again. As I've learned from 2021, people who I don't imagine would read this blog read it, and honestly, I miss having my original thoughts in a place where I could see how I've grown if that makes any sense.
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@witchofthemoss
Well. I have now. And let me tell you how these sudden feelings just kicked me in the chin and sent me rolling down the hill towards Emotions Town 🥺🥺🥺 Ilysm this made my NIGHT
(i listened to this on repeat while drawing, i think lyricstranslate has it in english if anyone's curious)
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"But whatever the case, Neuvillette really is devoid of selfish want. Indeed, he is a person most impartial."
Until it comes to you.
Until you invade his every thought; occupying his mind every second of every day. Until even that isn't enough, and he finds you in his dreams. At least there he can make you his.
At least in those moments, pressed between the breathing room before the next meeting or in the late evening hours when the Palais has long closed for the day, he can allow himself this selfishness.
Take himself in hand (would you touch him the same way?), murmur your name in the empty air of his office (would you say his just as reverently? As sweetly as you always do?); bask for a moment in his afterglow before that bitter tang of shame rises like bile at the sight of the mess on his hand.
You'd reject him, surely, if you knew just how much he desired you. He's convinced himself of this fact. And so he remains impartial on the surface. He wears the countenance of Chief Justice and performs his duties just the same as he always has.
But here, where he can indulge in the mere idea of having you, taking you in the most intimate of ways, claim you for his own...he gives in to that selfishness he's so devoid of.
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Don't try to come 'round here spreading sentiments of cheer
You told your last white lie, everything is not alright
You hope, you pray, you love the light of day
But there's no one up there listening tonight
So this is that female rage I keep hearing about, huh? Somebody better come get this bitch before she commits a war crime
literally slammed this shit out at midnight for @asleepyy instead of working on commissions
One of my classic "just a doodle" moments... I'm gonna go pass out -- the song is Blood of Angels by Brown Bird
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Just watched Jordan Peele's Nope.
Nope is about exploitation.
Nope is about how Hollywood chews up everyone involved in it.
Nope is about racism.
Nope is about UFOs.
Nope is not about UFOs.
Nope is about why you don't work with chimpanzee co-stars.
Nope is about being eaten alive figuratively, by your passions, by your history, by trying to reclaim lost glory, by an audience that only ever wants more and is never satisfied.
Nope is about being eaten alive literally, really slowly, and you're awake and screaming the whole time.
Nope is about how you can never really tame a wild animal.
Nope is about how you can absolutely tame a wild animal.
(No you can't) (But you sort of can)
Nope is about the world's most stupidly dramatic recitation of "Flying Purple People Eater," but you suddenly realize that it's scaring you.
Nope is about why you don't let your heavily autistic-coded brother do the public speaking.
Nope is about why you don't let your sister have the aux.
Nope is about being forcibly adopted by a young adult conspiracy theorist who just got out of a four-year relationship and really needs you guys right now, okay? He hacked your cameras, please don't be mad. Wanna play video games?
Most importantly, Nope is about scaring me so fucking bad that I didn't even realize until the movie was over that I had turned my popcorn bucket into this:
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a snippet of fic about henry's hair
Henry likes to sleep on his side. Sometimes on his stomach, depending how exhausted he is—a challenge Alex takes very seriously—but mostly on his side. Curled up with a hand under his pillow, sleeping like the dead as if to make up for all the sleepless nights that came before it, before them, and that is perhaps the thing Alex takes most seriously of all.
Anyway, as for Alex—Alex likes to sleep as close to Henry as he can possibly get.
It doesn’t always start out that way. Certainly not when they first moved in together, because David was used to that side of the bed, and there was an adjustment period in which Alex was thisclose to drawing up a shared custody agreement but ended up bribing David with a dog bed shaped like a Jaffa Cake instead.
(“He’s a dog, love,” said Henry to him, patiently. They both watched as David immediately plopped himself with a soft thwump onto the cushion, which looked less like a Jaffa Cake and more like someone’s idea of a Jaffa Cake now that Alex was seeing it in person.
“Yeah? And?”
“Oh, nothing,” said Henry wryly. “Only that, you know, you just tried to buy off a dog.”
“Not tried,” said Alex, mouth sliding sideways into something triumphant. “Succeeded.”
And if Henry rolled his eyes at him, Alex let it pass because they both knew Alex was the sore winner here. David had already ceded most graciously to him, having long gotten used to being kicked out of their bedroom even when they weren’t using it, strictly speaking, to sleep.)
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