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rabid-catboy · 11 hours
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Fellow autistics stop being weird about toshiro challenge
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lemoneste · 3 months
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Hey so I HATED the old design I had for Tommy with a burning passion so I’m trying again. tryin g
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see-arcane · 6 months
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Me, for the first chunk of today's @re-dracula entry: :)
Me, when This Shit Happens:
Mina, in hypno-mode, Dracula's consciousness and voice overlapping hers: "This is the way." Van Helsing: "How know you it?" I ask. Mina-Dracula, smug as hell: "Of course I know it," she answer, and with a pause, add: "Have not my Jonathan travelled it and wrote of his travel?"
:)
In all ways but physical, I am ripping Dracula out of his dirt box and washing his mouth out with a loaf of garlic bread
Whose? Fucking whose Jonathan??
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nebulousmedic · 6 months
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Scoot scoot scoot
He's too fun to draw
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wordsinhaled · 8 months
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the thing about crowley’s confession is… he must have thought about it in the bit of time he had before doing it. i mean... he went and sat outside marguerite’s with his wine, and thought. he thought very hard about how there was a threat—a sleeper—a ticking time bomb in aziraphale’s bookshop that could explode at any moment, take away all their hard-won peace, their safety, their comfort.
but most importantly, a threat to aziraphale. gabriel had tried once to destroy aziraphale already, and only hadn’t because they'd swapped bodies. and crowley's clearly terrified that this time, what they're doing feels reckless, feels like playing with something far too important at stake. it's like... already knowing someone is so important to you—and then having the possibility that it could really be something dangled in front of you—and then knowing there's an existential threat to that potential? awful. horrifying. no wonder he can't find the words.
we know crowley is a romantic. we know how much joy it brings him to see other people fall in love. and... honestly... i'm not sure it’s that nina needed to spell the nature of his feelings out for him, exactly. crowley's known where he stands towards aziraphale for a long time if we're to judge him by his acts (which are always acts of service, care, and attention, which always speak louder than his words). so i don't think it was that, as much as just—the experience of being perceived by someone else, sort of jostling something for him.
because crowley's watched the romance films, hasn't he, he knows the exact tropes he's working with, but the idea that they could apply to him—to him and aziraphale? i don't think he considered that until it was offered to him as an option. and once it was, there was crowley's mind far exceeding the speed limit trying to wrap itself around all of this.
and so he must have looked at it, and all signs, all signs, were pointing to aziraphale being receptive.
crowley probably thought about all the times aziraphale had touched him in the last day alone. all the little glances and looks aziraphale had been giving him, which crowley surely hadn’t missed because he’s always staring right back. he probably thought about how aziraphale thinks the bentley is their car and the bookshop is their shop, about how aziraphale told him that he thought they’d carved a peaceful existence out for themselves. and after the ball, he probably thought about how aziraphale asked him to dance, at this event that was meant to get other people to fall in love, but aziraphale had wanted to dance with him.
so crowley most likely looked at all of this and thought he’s finally ready. he’s finally caught up. when i ask this time, he’s going to say yes. and he watched aziraphale so warily, too, after the realization, because there's a way that it feels, to be holding on to a truth so direly important and so terribly exciting and so very requited, as far as crowley can tell. it's like, am i holding myself differently now? can he tell? has he always been able to tell? am i about to muck it up? i'm about to muck it up. i muck everything up, but not this. not this. he's the center of my universe so it's worth it. and it's alright, even if i muck it up, because he's going to say yes. dear god: i'd only ask if it was important.
and so he queued up their song in the bentley and he talked to muriel like they’re a them, like they’re going to be a couple, a couple who needs us time. he gave himself the luxury of imagining it, of planning it all out in his mind—how everyone was going to finally leave off pulling them toward some greater purpose and just let the two of them be together, and aziraphale was going to at last let crowley be to him what he’s always wanted to be—what he’s been being already, evidently, to the point where strangers on the street ask how long they’ve been together.
and then in the end, to be rejected like that. to be rejected even while the love is pouring off aziraphale in anguished waves—and if he loves me too, then why won't he say yes? to be rejected and to know this isn't how it's supposed to go, even though it's the way it's always gone. crowley always asks and aziraphale always says no. somehow, this time was supposed to be different. he'd dared to hope properly. and how had he misjudged it so terribly this time? how much of it had been wishful thinking? and he had to have felt aziraphale's hands grasping at his shoulders, had to have felt the start of a kiss returned, and thought that maybe there was a spark of hope yet.
but there wasn't.
because nothing lasts forever. apparently.
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d0not-disturb · 3 months
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I have the mlp infection but it’s Grumbot
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donnimos · 9 months
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Hey, don't listen to the moana soundtrack whilst drawing, it will do shit to u
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tobyunderscored · 5 months
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drew on the school computers a bit, the mouse is a bit wobbly to use so I had difficulty using it a little
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urhoneycombwitch · 19 days
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i think we've talked about this before (and by "we" I mean me word vomiting into your inbox sorry lu) but I'm thinking about teddy bear Eddie especially hard this fine evening
walking into his room where he's just lounging out doing Eddie Things and going "do you have any plans that require moving in the next hour... or three?" and he's like uh, no??? and you're like "good" before going full weighted blanket on top of him
wahhhhhhhh 😭😭😭😭😭
and his hands all big and warm and soft on ur back. and he kisses the side of your head. and he’s so soft and comfy to lie on. human space heater Eddie truther. and he can’t do much cuz you’re lying on him but he doesn’t mind, humming a little tune under his breath that vibrates against ur ear pressed to his chest. you’re lulled into sleep for a bit and when you wake up all drowsy and warm he’s like “hi baby have a good nap? 🥺 think you needed some extra sleep.”
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soymilkspiders · 3 months
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Eye love you
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naffeclipse · 3 months
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every time i draw him he's different hopefully this is the last design change :D
OH HE'S DARLING! I love his pose and his patterns and markings are *mwah*! His colors are still so gorgeous that I'm scooping him into my arms, ahhhh!
Thank you so much for sharing! ♥
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splatattackz · 6 months
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staring at the ceiling thinking about "i'm a fool. but ive got a big heart. so its okay." for the 193893829917th time since it was said.
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hazardsoflove · 10 months
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btw. if you even care
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highoncatfood · 6 months
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posting viv and going to sleep zzzZZ
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cringefail-clown · 21 days
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well thats just fucking criminal
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amporella · 1 year
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you guys remember that scene where kyle reached for stan's hand after a nightmare and cried because he wasn't there... bc I do
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