#did ya miss me

[h4mmiee]

#hi im back from japan #did ya miss me #suna rintarō #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #inarizaki #my art

[star2stop]

whats up fuckers im BACK

#did ya miss me

[honestlydarkprincess]

I'M OUT OF TUMBLR JAIL!!

#jess rambles #did ya miss me

[drowningincaffiene]

MOON SIFUTOPH AS I LIVE AND BREATHE (said in a dandy-lil-hat-owning-Guy voice)

BELOVED <333333

PENG OTTERPENGUINY HOW I NISSED U SO

#i remember thinking do my moots miss me #DID YA MISS ME #beloved moots imma have to give yall new tags now #peng 🐧tag

[morpheus-ravenna]

Hi y’all. Realized I’ve been forgetting to check in/update here for a few months. Gonna try to be here more, at least this site isn’t owned by an evil shitlord billionaire wannabe emperor. I’ll make a proper update soon. Lots going on, new book out soon, got some new art in progress.

#oh hey there tumblr #did ya miss me

[loser-user-noaccuser]

*jennifer coolidge voice* Hi 🧍🏻‍♀️

#did ya miss me

[iamamemewhoami]

it’s-a me, jonna

#did ya miss me #stream be here soon #iamamiwhoami

[thxnks4themrms]

YA GIRLS BACK 😝😝😝

#did ya miss me #😋

[misssmeat]

she’s a fire sign and I don’t even know what that means 🔥

#me #did ya miss me? #say yes

[clowningaroundmars]

page full o' hobies 🎸

top pose inspired by @spectra-bear

process pics under da cut ↓

#mine #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #well YEEHAW im finally finished with this #after 3 trips to the craft and dollar store to buy stuff i needed #this page is FINALLY done good lord #its been... 3 weeks? since i 1st started this? #needless to say im sick of looking at this thing #im simultaneously kinda scared to post this bc im not 100% happy with it #but at the same time im like… so ready to just post this thang and be DONE with it #never lookin at this again jfc im sick of it #i love hobie dont get me wrong and i love drawing his face #but geeze louise #me doodling this while crying: hobie hates consistency hobie hates consistency hobie hates consistency hobie hATES CONSISTENCY 😭😭😭 #thats my excuse for not really uhhh getting his face down 100% #also god yeah i didnt get his skin nearly as dark as i wanted cuz uhhhh #ya boi was workin with shitty dollar store crayons #im ngl i kinda.... miss my alcohol markers :/ but whatever ig i did what i could lol

[sweetestofchaos]

I’m coming home today!! Can’t wait to get back to my laptop and work on these requests. I will be closing them up for a short while since I have 12 (3 of which are damn near full length stories ideas) to work on.

Thank you again for your patience with me and showing me nothing but love while I was away.

#soc talks #i’m back baby #did ya miss me #i missed y’all

[fairly-tragic]

we sleep on a bed of broken glass, a place to rest but it still cuts through your skin 🥀

#personal #me #mine #did ya miss me? #baby girl #angel baby #self #selfie #cute #girl #braids #curvy and cute

[ohworm-writes]

▬ LOVERS ROCK PT. 1 ▬

Pairing: Jschlatt x Gn!Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Minimal cursing

Synopsis: Fall is in full swing in you and your boyfriend’s shared home. So, that means some baking is in order, yes?

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: Miss me? Here’s a little something to give you a taste. I’m back.

“So, do I do it like… this?”

You take a glance at your boyfriend from your peripheral, watching as he carefully presses his palms against the butter, shortening, flour and salt mixture in the bowl. None of the ingredients are combined as yet, mind you, not even the flour and salt, but you don’t have the heart to tell him his mistake as he gives you the softest, most concerned voice you’ve ever heard on him.

Schlatt looks over in your direction, hands stilling as he continues to wait for your response. He’s met with wide eyes and a quick nod, which is enough of an incentive as any to continue his ministrations. He gently, yet effectively, works his hands into the bowl, gripping and grabbing on to the dry ingredients and turning them over in his palms, mixing them all together as best he can. 

A smile graces your lips as you watch him work at it, the beige ingredients forming a coarse meal like texture. For now, this is exactly the step you need to be at. You wouldn’t want him to overwork the ingredients, now, would you? Placing a hand on Schlatt’s forearm, he immediately stills and, once again meeting your gaze, swipes his hands against one another to rid himself of it. 

“Okay, so now it says we need to add our water. But don’t add it all at once! It says we should go in one tablespoon at a time and mix until it’s all incorporated smoothly. It also says we need to add ice to the water which is… strange, but we still only need that half a cup. Does that make sense?”

“Nope”

“Perfect.”

Wiping your hands with a clean rag, you open the cupboard, taking out a measuring cup as you do so and adding half a cup of water, along with a few ice cubes. Schlatt takes it upon himself to walk over to the sink and clean his hands off, scrubbing extra carefully in spots where he can still feel the butter coating his hands. 

You, on the other hand, are much too preoccupied with your tasks of mixing the ice cubes around in the water to focus on what your boyfriend is doing (he’s pulling up his phone to play some music for you guys to bake to, just so you know). Glancing over at the recipe, you pour out any excess water or ice cubes that go over the one half mark and begin, very slowly, incorporating your wet ingredients with your dry. It’s not all that entertaining of a process, but you still keep full attention on what you’re doing. 

The mixture is already almost at the consistency you want it when you pour the last of the water in, save for half a teaspoon (if that) you decided you didn’t need. You transfer the blend from its previous home of a ceramic bowl to a nice, floured cutting board. The surface did need to be floured, right?

“Jay?”

“What’s up?”

“Can you read this back to me? These instructions don’t make sense.”

He’d been leaning against the sink, only a few feet away from you, when you asked for his help. He’d never say nor show it, but he really does like it when he can be of help to you. That’s only half the reason he proposed you bake something as the fall season makes itself comfortable in your home. The pumpkins and candles he so adamantly shoved into your shopping cart a few weeks back, the multitude of cooking ingredients he came home with the other day and— just the promise of being overly domestic, much like he is now, is one he’d been looking forward to.

Like now, when he presses a hand against the small of your back as he reaches over you to grab your phone. He knows the way the feeling of his icy hands make a shiver run up your spine and the way a small smile graces your stunning face with it. He knows the ins and outs of you, he does, and that’s exactly the reason he cherishes moments like these so much.

“Uhm—okay, yeah. You got flour on your hands?” A nod. “Good. Alright, so it says to fold the dough in on itself until it becomes, well—dough. ‘Til it's incorporated, at least. If it’s too dry, a lil’ more water and if it’s too sticky, a lil’ more flour. Make sense?”

You nod once more, doing what he says as the dough gets to the consistency you want it. 

“Now, ‘says you need to roll it up into a ball and half it—did we make more than we needed?”

“Maybe…? ‘Dunno, I followed the recipe to a tee, so maybe that’s just what it was goin’ for.”

“Whatever. Flatten it a ‘lil more ‘till it’s about… wait. Yeah, perfect. ‘Says we should wrap it in plastic and let it sit in the fridge for two hours at least. We can work it out afterwards.”

It doesn’t even take you five minutes to follow his directions, wrapping up the dough and playing it on an empty shelf in the fridge. Washing your hands under warm water, you let your body slump down a bit. You’ve been at this for nearly an hour already, having already finished making the filling (thank the gods).

You shake your hands dry, turning to find Schlatt, who's chosen to scroll through his own phone now instead of yours, and making your way over to him. He’s laying down on the couch in the living room, which is conveniently right next to the open kitchen you’ve become accustomed to these past few hours. He looks so comfortable as you look at him, your pace slowing in order to appreciate the sight in front of you.

In all honesty, you rarely see him like this— much less get moments like these. One of his hands is at the back of his neck, holding his head up enough so he can see the screen of his phone but also in a position where he’s comfortable and can lay back as far as he is. His entire body is placed so lazily over the cushions of the sofa with one of his legs on the couch whilst the other begins to slowly fall off the side of it. He looks ethereal. 

As you approach, he looks up from his phone up at you, and you watch as his body and posture shift slightly. Not enough, mind you, to not be in a comfortable state, but just enough so you can slot yourself against his body in a position that simply belongs. It’s akin to two puzzle pieces matching with one another, you note, as you move to lie against him.

You let your hands move to his chest, placing one under your head and the other further up, reaching toward his collarbones and neck, you note. The rest of your body falls onto his sternum and the area of the couch he moved his legs so you could lie down. He brings up a hand of his, the one that was previously behind his head, to rest on your shoulder, swiping his thumb across it every so often as you shift into a more comfortable position.

Once you find that position, your body positively melts. He’s so warm, and the couch is so comfy and the entire house smells sweet. All of it—it’s intoxicating. 

Letting out a slow, shallow breath, you breathe in deeply and allow your eyes to close, smiling.

…

“You know, since we have a whole two hours to wait before we can even play with the dough, so why don’t we..”

He quickly shoves his hands, which are ice cold mind you (you don’t even know how his hands got to being that cold), but with the way you jump three feet out of your skin, you can tell they are fucking cold.

God dammit. 

You’re so in love with him.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x you #chuckle sandwich x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfic #chuckle sandwich fanfic #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt fanfic #You guys miss me? #Please tell me you did. #Love ya <3

[at-this-point-who-really-knows]

Something about Tamaki and Kyoya is that Kyoya’s shell was literally broken down just by Tamaki existing near him. He was so careful to never let anyone see him for who he is, but as the weeks wore on after they first met, he couldn’t help but falter. In realizing that Tamaki makes him feel safe enough to let his guard down, Kyoya prioritizes keeping Tamaki in his life, showing he cares in the little things that others might not pay enough attention to, but of course Tamaki notices. He knows he’s loved when he’s with Kyoya

#hey ouran fandom did ya miss me? #i’ve been thinking about them #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #tamakyo #kyotama #ouran high school host club #says who #who likes ouran

[plutoandpolaris]

Ok so, I wanna talk about Anti’s neck wound for a second.

Turquoise Magpie said this on the discord:

And that is VERY interesting for many reasons.

One, it means that Say Goodbye is still canon. Two, it means that the body healed.

Up to this point I along with many other people have been operating under the assumption that Anti has been puppeting around Jack’s rotting corpse. But the fact that his neck wound HEALED means that the body is still alive.

Is c!Jack still in there somewhere? If he IS, that really changes the whole coma narrative. It also brings up some questions as to Anti’s power set, because he seems to be able to manifest himself through technology despite having a physical body.

I have SO MANY QUESTIONS and I’m SO EXCITED.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye iris #antisepticeye #iris project #Pluto’s rambles #also hi guys I’m back did ya miss me #it feels SO GOOD to make posts here again

[m1zukam3dian]

Some goukaze art that was rotting in a WIP state that I now finish

#Ya miss me drawing those goofs well I did too except I was already done with line art when I moved on to something else #inazuma eleven #gouenji shuuya #kazemaru ichirouta #goukaze #my art