#god i dont know what to fucking tag this

[putridcowboy]

the most important step in the hero’s journey is the gay sex

#mine #i was. higher than i thought i was last night #nooo post dont go out of my immediate circle u r so sexy #someone just tagged this as naruto wrote this. no he didnt i did #update now sherlock rp blogs are commenting on this. girl it is 2022 what are you doing #leave im going to attack you with wasps #fr if another person comments on this post itself again and it isnt funny im sending the bees after u #never in my life have i felt that one post that is like some of yall are so annoying god bless #more than i do now #this isnt about anything but if it was it would just be about gilgamesh #the more yall add to this post the more obvious it is that some of yall straight up dont know what the heroes journey is #yall need to stop assuming the hero is the protagonist of the stories yall read/watch/consume or whatever the fuck

[heartorbit]

happy new year! 🍡🐇

#project sekai #pjsk #prsk #tsukasa tenma #an shiraishi #Is that enough tags to cover up my screaming. i think it is #okay well [SCREAMING ] [COVERED IN BLO OD] [EXPLODES] IHATEDRAWING RAAAAAAAAH #just kidding this was fun. If you put aside their fucking outfits. and the poses i freeballes. Please god dont ask whats happening. #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUG #If youre reading this can you pray that i pull colorfes nene on en btw #i have enough to spark but i know ill spark nene and then pull her and not get rui. #anyways. Happy new year!!!! love you!!!!!!! ^_^ bunny time!! #hatsune miku colorful stage #Do people actually search this long ass tag.

[rudeboimonster]

~help your local rat get stable housing~

edit post nov 2023: I GOT THE HELP I NEEDED THANK YOU SOSOOSO MUCH

dramatically sprawled out on the floor

so i gotta move for the third time in that many years. unfortunately between health problems and the General State of The Economy, I have been unable to find work to be able to save any money. i have no choice but to leave the entire state. i thankfully have somewhere to go, however I need help getting there. i've been trying to do the math to get what I need to its lowest amount possible, but even that is still at least $2.5k.

after this move, i should be able to get things more stable and I might even have a couple job prospects lined up in that area, but right now I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel funds wise and desperately need help.

if you're able to spare anything, i've set up a goal through kofi so i can track it publicly. i have trouble asking for help but i really need what help i can get. thank you, so so so much.

#mutual aid #fundraiser #help #god i dont know what to tag this im just kinda ripping off the bandage bc ive been anxious about posting about this since i got asked to #leave. head in hands. please help by spreading the word if you cant spare any cash i completely understand. #i dont know what i can offer. my ability to do art has been really really low and with my sleeping/living arrangements my wrists shoulders #back have been in fucking wretches states so its hard for me to do much #if youre wonder about the other fundraiser i did a few years ago #the person i replaced in a renting situation ended up fucking me over and got basically evicted into the 2nd week of college and i had 3 da #to leave that situation or more people wouldve gotten fucked over. and ive been basically couch surfing since trying to find work #anyways i havent slept in a bed for more than a weekend since october 2021 my back is turbo fucked please help

[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

#witch hat tag #orufrey #these kinda suck lol i feel like i cant draw right now *irritated sigh* BUT I FEEL EMOTIONS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #if you are gay go watch good omens season 2 right now. NO YOU DONT KNOW THO!!!!!!!!! #i know being this affected by good omens is probably cringe. I dont care any more. the last 1 minute of good omens season 2 was #some of the most affecting acting i've ever seen in my life. sometimes someone acts with the force as if their entire career led to that #like during the credits part the very end im not even talking about before that. holy god #aziraphale i know everything about you. i know what you are feeling right now. i can see everything on your face. we're going to make it #ER.... NOT THAT THIS HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS POST. IT'S NOT SPOILERS !!!!!!!!!!!!! #I JUST FEEL THOROUGHLY CHANGED !!!!!!!!!!! SHIT GETS REAL FROM NOW ON.. LIKE IN GENERAL! IN MY LIFE! #tormented gay love tormented gay love TORMENTED GAY LOVE TORMENTED GAY LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #btw the first 3 images were drawn earlier with an entirely different feeling and an entirely different mood. #Why do you keep pulling away from me? #It is because i love you that i do this #the lyrics from one of my japanese orufrey songs (A SONG THAT THE CREATOR LISTENS TO!!!!) led to feelings #“あなたが知らない私を残さず見ててほしいの” but i'm not translating it cause it just sounds weird. if with his eyes oru's asking “WHY don't you want #to let me in? to see all of you?“ those lyrics are like ”I actually want you to see every last bit of the parts of me you don't know“ #oru you have no idea how much i want to lay bare my whole soul for you #maybe it's an alternate version of chapter 40. to me #i need to draw something really fucking good or i'm not going to forgive myself. i will not rest in this life #until i have made the orufrey that fully satisfies me nor until i have seen what the manga is leading to #NO STORY MEANS ANYTHING WITHOUT TORMENTED GAY LOVE AT THE HEART OF IT. THATS THE HEART OF THIS WORLD!!!!! #........... so Hi im normal :) haha *goes and finally makes breakfast*

[woosansang]

a collection of incredible, life changing, discord dm spam worthy seonghwas ♡ happy birthday to one of my favourite people, fio @hwanswerland ♡

#ateez #ateezedit #seonghwa #park seonghwa #~ #fio 👑 #heyfio #only for u would i colour ten gifs from scratch <3 #i dont wanna get sappy here bc god fucking knows ive done it enough times and u know what i'd say anyway #so to keep it short and sweet: i am incredibly grateful to know you and i appreciate your friendship so much #have as good of a day as u possibly can in between all the stressful things happening rn <3 #message me when u can bc i miss talking to u every day and i want to celebrate ur bday with u as best i can <3 #tagging some hwatuals for funsies #cheytermelon #forbelleseyes #lucieblr #jennahui #yunhwalovebot #meganbyte

[disconnected-dragon]

yknow I really didn't think it was possible to make me angrier at JK Rowling but then I found out she wrote a book abt an autistic person being sucked into a cult (that's totally not an analogy for trans people what you talking abt) because they just can't possibly know what's good for them, they need their fathers to come and hire private investigators to get them out of a cult. And in the book autistic people are referred to by the r slur and called "a bit simple".

I didn't think it was possible for me to hate this paternalistic, honeyed head-patting, self-righteous, hate-driven HAG of a woman more than I did but fuck me here we are.

#terfs dont fucking touch #anti gender critical #anti radfem #not to toot my own horn or whatever but when midsommar came out i legit had a 'oh my god is anyone seeing this?' momen #because everyone was talking abt how it was a 'happy ending' for dani like she didnt just get inducted into a violent cult #but heyyyyyyy thats just me what do i know #its not like im the owner of this brain or anything #OBVIOUSLY a british terf that lives in a FUCKING CASTLE and has NEVER MET ME EVER IN HER LIFE knows me better then i know myself :))))))) #anti gc #trans rights #ableism tw #tw ableist language #i hate jk rowling i hate her i hate her i hate her so muchhhhhhh #anti jkr #fuck jkr #had to edit the tags because i realized 'jk rowling' attracted terfs and i dont fucking want that noise #im already fucking angry im not taking being talked down to because im autistic

[reallygoodguacamole]

hey. don't feel bad about writing submas angst. gamefreak did that to them. exploring that space and playing in it is entirely reasonable. it makes sense to want to look at the twins' separation, and the different ways things could go after PLA/what happened to separate the two of them. just tag it, like you would anything else, and move on your happy way.

it does not make you ableist to explore canon. and hey, as an autistic adult? ive written a power fantasy where emmet gets to be unhinged with an axe! i have 5k of nonhuman ingo human emmet written up and not posted because when i was a kid i always hoped i was some fae thing and not human! my power fantasies encompass those things and so much more.

none of this is inherently ableist. emmet did not go apeshit because he is autistic- he went apeshit because the world stole the most important person out of his life and he would not let that stand. in any of the many aus i have where one twin or the other is nonhuman, it's not because they're autistic, it's because they're copying the other twin, and there's other people in the world that are also like that! it's my personal power fantasy, and I'm going to write it! it's not inherently ableist!

finally, certainly none of this is comparable to an extended hate campaign intended to wipe autistic people out of existence. don't feel bad about writing these things. tag them, make sure you're not doing it Because they're autistic. and then don't espouse any autism $peaks bullshit and you will be fine.

if you try to argue that your experience is more authentic/important than mine i will block you. please learn about competing access needs, and move on

#submas #im just. fucking tired bro. #a whole event got eaten in some kind of ouroborus apparently #the angst is canonical. #pre hisui? those train men arent sad #during? god i do not know what characters you're talking about if you think ingo or emmet are happy while separated #i am not going to debate this! im just exhausted of writing what i an autistic adult want to write #and then going to dig in the tag and seeing a brand new wave of remember! dont be ableist! #im not. thank you. #i am experiencing autism power fantasy moments #the guacamole mutters

[blinkpen]

when your sleep paralysis demon is an artist, prone to Moods, (what are you afraid of? tell me what you're scared of)

#mog art #artists on tumblr #zoetrope #demon #monster boy #triclops #sleep paralysis #scopophobia cw #unsanitary cw #(don't know else what to tag giant imaginary germs as? let me know if there's something better for that) #bugs #when the character who is so tumblr husband coded has unironically cool/creative powers and shit #god zoetrope WOULD kin the fuck out of gonzo wouldn't he #gonzo you know the muppet #the one from space #maannn i saw that movie in theaters and there was pizza there? and it was SO BAD it was SOOO BAD my dad-guy at the time who was normally al #'i paid for this you eat it' was like about to yell but then he took a bite and was like '...okay you dont have to eat that' #'in fact DON'T eat that i'm throwing this away' like that was insane for him to do #what was i on about? oh yeah. muppets. #wait why w

[diathadevil]

Do you ever think about how Fakir, after him and Ahiru finally broke everything that kept the town of Goldkröne in the ghostly hands of its writer, after they finally have some air of peace over the town finally being able to live in its intended early 2000s environment, that Fakir still feels at times like it's not real and that for a while he fears that if he closes his eyes it'll be back in Drosselmeyer's control. Like it just doesn't feel real to him during that first year of calm, until he feels the dull pain on his recovering hand injury and Ahiru who follows him without a pendant anywhere to be found.

He doesn't feel it's real, the calm finality of this town, but he makes sure to feel the scar on his hand. And he makes sure to hold the little duck and realize that she is who she has always been. Him and the town are finally living peacefully.

#dia talks #princess tutu #He probably starts planning on writing Ahiru into the world mayyybe like 3-4 months into his recovery #he doesn't know what a cell phone is yet but he sure as hell can look at a bookstore and ask for a notebook and pens #i bet that first year in Goldenkröne must be hell because trading deals bring all sorts of new things into the town #Just Fakir going “what the fuck is a scooter?? Wait what's a CAR---” #he ends up having to read a bunch of newspaper articles about “Goldenkröne booming in German tourism!” #Actually does he even know his country's name... Did they all even know they lived in Germany and not JUST a city???? #Drosselmeyer would've really pulled one on them for only talking about the city and its outskirts and NOT the country it resided in #But let's assume they did know. Fakir would have to figure out so much has changed in 2002 Germany compared to whatever time they were in #My god just thinking about the thought of Fakir learning what a television is... or a radio for that matter has me howling internally #local amateur writer is put into a coma after hearing for the very first time german rapper Sido #alternatively: local amateur writer's brain explodes after hearing german Happycore artist Blümchen and dance pop group No Angels #ptutu spoiler #i know its a +20 old show but just in case people wanna watch it i love it enough to tag the post show headcanon #ptutu analysis #ptutu headcanon #ptutu post canon #Also sorry i keep jumbling between Goldkröne and Goldenkröne in the writing its 4 AM and the german part of my brain is a mess lmao #(its supposed to be Goldkröne but for some reason I keep making it into the attribute word Golden so dont mind the mistake) #(if you do i will sob please be gentle towards my polyglot self)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

heya, i have to wake up in three hours but! here's another lil human au snippet! ft. lightly implied Laughingstock! disclaimer i am so so tired so don't come at me for typos or strangely worded sentences or missing info <3

~

Before heading home, Eddie swings by a charming little store he’s been to once or twice before. He usually goes to the chain store by his house, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with the hustle and bustle and the endless aisles. This little store is quiet, nice, and strangely has everything anyone could need. 

The lot is mostly empty at this hour, so Eddie claims a spot right at the front. As with the other times, the windows are littered with displays and stickers - half off on this, sale on that. Eddie enters Howdy’s Place with the chime of the door’s shopkeeper’s bell. He’ll get what he needs and get out, quick and easy and peacefu-

Boisterous laughter slams into Eddie like a hammer, so sudden that he jumps in place. An employee stocking cans nearby glances weirdly at him. Eddie clears his throat and hurries into the nearest aisle as the laughter tapers off. The silence barely lasts a second before loud chatter starts up. It’s too fast and muffled for Eddie to understand, but he can pick out two distinct voices - one deep, one less so but still decidedly masculine. 

Eddie tries to tune it out as he gathers what he needs. Toothpaste, some paper towels, shampoo. For the hell of it, he nabs a box of classic bran muffins from the spacious food section. He lingers for a moment, enjoying how far-away the conversation seems at the other corner of the store. Unfortunately, theft is illegal, so Eddie is forced to move towards the noise.

A strange thing about the store - it’s a combination general store, antique shop, and diner, complete with a miniature gift shop separating the two. One long checkout counter stretches from the open store area, behind the gift shop, and into the diner, where the conversation is coming from. An interesting setup, but an understandable one. It allows anyone behind the counter to move fluidly between customers and sections.

As Eddie approaches, the conversation becomes slightly clearer. 

“-said, no wonder you didn’t get her number!” the deeper voice barks, and the two dissolve into that almost-too-loud laughter again. 

As it tapers off, the other voice says, “Sounds like a real charmer! But really, you oughta be careful, Barn. One of these days someone’s gonna throw a right hook at ya.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. A transatlantic accent? He hasn’t heard that anywhere outside of real old movies and a queen he once knew. It sounds natural too, like the man was born to sound like he belongs on a 1920s radio show. It nudges something in the back of Eddie’s mind. He’s started to get really sick of that nudge.

“Oh, this guy did.”

“No kidding? I don’t see a shiner.”

“Well, yeah. I went left.”

Both of them laugh again, and Eddie feels a tiny tug at the corner of his mouth. That wasn’t funny enough to garner an actual laugh in his opinion, but it wasn’t unfunny. 

Eddie steps up to the counter and quietly puts his acquired items on it, not wanting to interrupt. He chances a glance to the side - walking space in front of the counter’s length lets him see right down into the diner.

A large man with dyed-blue hair and an interesting fashion sense is at the bar, talking to an employee leaning against the other side. The employee doesn’t really catch Eddie’s gaze, but the other man… Eddie swears he’s seen him before. He studies him from the corner of his eye, not wanting to be rude but unable to mind his business. 

“Our bouncer didn’t even get a chance at the action - the idiot knocked himself out tryin’ a second swing!” The customer says. His deep voice, wavering with humor, only adds to the sense of familiarity. Metal glints in his right ear. Eddie knows this man from somewhere.

The employee shakes his head, tutting. His busy hands polish a vintage pitcher. “I swear, you get all the crazies.”

“Makes for a good story, though.” The customer takes a sip from his tall milkshake and scoffs. “Though if it wasn’t all well-ending, amusing bull, I doubt I’d be so tolerant.”

Minutes drag by as the two keep talking. Eddie goes from patiently waiting to awkwardly trying to get the employees attention. If only there was someone else behind the counter, but the only other staff member is elsewhere, likely still stocking shelves. 

The two men are too absorbed in their little world, even though both are facing Eddie’s way. The customer has both elbows on the counter, one of them bent to prop up his chin. The employee has his hip leaned against the edge as they chat. They’re obviously very familiar with each other, and clearly deeply enjoy each other's company. 

Still - and Eddie is sorry to say, but it’s bad customer service. He’s not in a rush, but he’d still like to be on his way home. He could be fishing out the complex keys right now. He checks his phone - he’s been here for nearly fifteen minutes. Picking out the items took less than five. 

Eddie sighs, staring at the various cigarette packs displayed behind the counter. He’s never seen the appeal in smoking, but as the laughter starts up again, he almost wishes he did. He’s going to treat himself to a very long shower once he gets home. 

The store’s other employee walks behind the counter, carrying a box. Eddie lights up. Finally - she pointedly clears her throat and heads into the back. 

The constant conversation stalls for the barest moment, and he looks over. The customer grins at him for a second - lord he’s handsome - before turning that grin towards his friend.

“You’re losin’ your touch, Howds,” he teases, bringing his shake straw to his lips.

“I resent that statement. You’re just distracting.”

“Lil’ me? Distracting? C’mon, you can just tell me I’m pretty to my face. I’ll take it like a champ, I swear!”

“Ha, good try.” The employee sets the pitcher down and starts to mosey in Eddie’s direction. “Your ego is big enough for the both of us as is. One more compliment and your head’ll pop like a balloon.”

“Well, given that most balloons don’t really pop, they just kinda deflate slowly-”

“Sorry for the wait!” the employee says loudly in a glaringly obvious customer service tone. He stops in front of Eddie with a cardboard smile. At the other end of the counter, the familiar man snickers and hides his grin behind his drink. “I trust you found everything you did - and didn’t! - need.”

Eddie just stares up at him for a moment. At six-one, Eddie hasn’t felt small in a very long time. He usually stands at least a full inch above other people. This employee - Howdy, his name tag states - has several more on him.

“Uh, y-yes, I uh, I did,” Eddie stammers, glancing at his items. 

“Wonderful! And again, my sincerest apologies for the delay. My friend makes a game out of keeping me from my job.” Howdy shoots his ‘friend’ a glare with enough heat in it to make an ice cube sweat. 

“No worries.”

Howdy scans the items at an almost frightening speed. Beep, into a paper bag. Beep, in. Beep, beep - “Oh, no.”

“What?” Eddie says, dread plucking at his ribs as Howdy holds the bran muffins and shakes his head. “Is there somethin’ wrong?”

“Indeed there is! You’re making a mistake with these. They’re absolutely horrible, I tell ya - and bad for you, too!” Howdy tuts and puts the box to the side. “No, no, you don’t want those.”

“I… don’t?”

“Not if you knew better! Lucky for you, I’m here to set you straight. What you need is-” he snaps his fingers, “Barnaby, be a pal and-”

“Already on it,” ‘Barnaby’ says, appearing next to Eddie.

If Eddie weren’t already paralyzed, he’d jump right out of his skin from how Barnaby towers over him. He has to be a scant inch or so shorter than Howdy, but he still makes Eddie feel tiny. Unfortunately, Barnaby is even more handsome up close. 

“Here ya go.” Barnaby hands a plastic container to Howdy and taps it, smiling lazily down at Eddie. “I’d take his advice on this one. Those bran-named muffins may sound fancy, but they’re pretty crumby! You want muffins of quality. Real breadwinners!

Eddie can’t help a soft laugh. “Breadwinners, heh, that’s a good one.”

“Are you selling these or am I?” Howdy says, raising a bushy eyebrow. 

“Hey, I’m just doin’ what you asked! I’m bein’ a pal.”

“And I - I’m sorry," Eddie interjects, "but you’re awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Eh, I’ve been around, but uh… you ever been to [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE]?”

Howdy clears his throat. “I’m trying to make a sale here, Barn. You can flirt on your own dime when you’re not costing me mine.”

“Didja know your nose gets redder when you’re jealous?”

Howdy rolls his eyes and shoves Barnaby in the diner’s direction. Barnaby goes with a hearty snicker. Despite the joke, Eddie thinks it has some merit as Howdy scans the final item and rings him up, considerably frostier than before.

Belatedly, Eddie realizes that he didn’t actually agree to the different muffins. Too late now. “Say, what kind of muffins are those?”

“Poppyseed-lemon.”

Eddie relaxes - that is a lot better than boring bran. “Y’know, my mother loved poppyseed-lemon muffins.”

“Did she now,” Howdy drawls.

“Like you wouldn’t believe! If baking was so much as mentioned, she’d jump right on houndin’ us to whip some up for her, or send us to go buy some. We’d never even get a taste! They’d be gone the moment they hit the air, I tell ya.” Eddie chuckles. “Took me a while to understand what all the fuss is about, but man was she right. They are good!”

“Uh-huh. Well, we have a fresh batch delivered every morning. They’re not the same type every time, mind you, but I can promise that they’re all of the highest quality.”

“Breadwinners, right?” Eddie jokes. Howdy doesn’t blink, but Barnaby snorts. He’ll take it. “I might have to come by more often, if that’s the case! Thank you kindly, sir.”

“Mhm, have a good day.” Howdy hands him the bag and strides away without a glance. The dismissal is clear as day. “Say, Barn, did you hear about the racket one of those cult crackpots stirred up at our dear friend’s tearoom?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the tail-end of the sentence as he hurries away, but he frowns. Cult? What cult? There’s a cult? He certainly didn’t hear of one before moving here, and none of his background checks had turned up anything of the sort. He hopes it was just a figure of speech. 

The door chimes again as Eddie leaves. It isn’t until he’s in his car that the embarrassment of that whole exchange catches up with him. If he had a nickel for every time he’d made a fool of himself in front of a gorgeous, strangely familiar man, he’d have three nickels. At the rate he’s going, he’ll either be rich, or he’ll have to move. 

Eddie subtly tries to peek around the store’s window displays from the safety of his car. He catches a scant glimpse of blue hair - come to think of it, it’s a similar shade to Wally’s. But where Wally’s had, to Eddie’s memory, been uniformly dyed right down to his eyebrows, Barnaby’s rich brown roots were obvious. His beard and eyebrows weren’t dyed, either. 

As Eddie relaxes back into his seat, he re-reads at the store’s name. The color drains from his face and he barely restrains himself from slamming his forehead against the steering wheel.

Oh, of course. Of course he made a fool of himself in front of the owner. Eddie can never come back here again. And it was such a nice store…

#wait wym this is almost 2k words what the Fuck! #ok! the writing gods blessed me tonight i guess! #anyway slight context - #in my mind there's a whole Plot and stuff for this au #where it starts off with eddie running into The Group™️ and meeting them mostly separately #before they all meet up and go 'hey yeah you guys ran into eddie from high school too? cool. he's ours now' #and forcibly drag eddie into their little Circle #wh modern human au #snippets from the bog #also sorry about the [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE] lmfao i cant come up with one atm #i want it to be wh-related and Clever #but i am not very clever on a good day and this has been a bad one! and again! im tired! #i. dont know how to tag this. whatever! if you see it you see it! #ok im going to sleep. for a whopping three hours before my alarm goes off. *less than three. Sigh. #i always do this! its like 'oh i have to wake up early tomorrow! lets not sleep at all! im feeling so creative!' #gonna go think about this au's laughingstock as i drift to sleep #FOR THREE. HOURS. #have i mentioned the three hours????

[puppygirldanhowell]

im actually gonna cry i want this hoodie so fucking bad (the one in the tweet has been sold already) if anyone knows where i could find this online i would love you forever😭😭😭😭😭

#i am DESPERATE #god what a gorgeous fucking hoodie #i dont even remember him dropping this merch this is so fucked #dnp #daniel howell #dan and phil #you will get through this night #ash is mentally ill #phan #phandon #dip and pip #danisnotonfire #sorry. tagging for the extrachanxe that someone that knows where to find this sees it

[spaciebabie]

You look back after a moment and give a slight smile, reaching your hand up to Springtrap’s face. There’s clicking within his body as his eyes snap to your approaching hand, searching it as he straightens in uncertainty. Your hand still reaches his chin, however, and his look suddenly softens. He peers away from you at the floor as, with a mechanical shift, his body relaxes a bit, his face pressing ever so slightly more into your hand.

The rims along the underside of the suit pieces were the most damaged with time. The hairs that were there were short, but the wear created a smoother grain, a more silken-suede feel than any bare spots on the rest of the suit. The rim of his chin gradually shifted from the normal synthetic furred texture at the edges of the jaw to this smoother feel at the the center, which made it nice to pass up and down.

You look up from where you had been tracing his face to see his eyes lightly close. Your movement slows for a few more brushes from the outside in until falling still at the point of his chin. You hold your hand there, your thumb shifting up to rub below his lip.

It remains until you give a weighted breath, and it begins to drop.

“Wait,” he quickly starts as his eyes click open, one hand suddenly moving up to your arm. It hovers there for a moment, seeming hesitant to grab your wrist, before steadily settling further down your arm, each finger lightly placed after the other. “Can you… leave it there?”

There’s a second of silence as your eyes meet his tired gaze. You look back at his chin as you slowly reach up to his face once again.

His heavy head moves to meet you this time, forcing your hand down a bit, his eyes closing tightly now and his ears making a light “clink” as they droop. You move your other arm up and cup his face in both palms. His one hand shifts up towards your wrist, the second gently wrapping around your other wrist. He gradually tilts his head down, pressing further. His eyes open to a slit for a moment before slowly closing again.

His comforted sigh rumbles through your hands.

-heartbeat anon I will remain anon :)c

SCREAMS YOUKK JHFIUFKFKETHER FUCKLDILFNKER UI KNOW WHO YOY ARE!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN SMELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU HYOUOUOUOYOUOYOUOYOYOYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

*coughs* @skeletoninthemelonland hey bro this is so cool check this out

#casually tags starbs #anyways #IM #spacie splains #I KNOW WHO YOU ARE FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 #OH OH MY FUCKING GOD. #MY HEART IS MELTING I DONT THINGKFD THATS HEALTHY #IM GONNA VOMIT BLOOD #SCREAMS #CLAWS AT THE FLOOR #RIPS MY SHEETS APART #BITES MY FUCKING KNUCKLES TILL THEY BLEED #HIOW THE FUCKING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #THE. THE TEXTURE. SENSORY. OHH IM WEAK FOR THE SENSORY #IM MAKING UNHOLY NOISES #GRUNTING LIKE A CAVEMAN #I #I HAFTA GET UP AND PACE #WHAT THE HELL #MY FACE IS. SO RED RN HOLY SHUT. HOYMSUHTINFUCING SHIT. #POINTS AT YOU #YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU #BLEEDS FROM MY EYES #GONNA BE THINKING ABT THIS ALL DAY #ALL THROUGHT THIS WEEK 2 #HES SO PRECIOUS.....*COUGHS UP BLOOD* SO BABYGIRL......... #THIS IS SICK. ITS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING SICK #IM. IM NOT WELL...............NO IM NOT WELL AT ALL...

[adelinamoteru]

the visceral negative reaction that runs through my body whenever I hear the words “batman cant kill bc then he becomes the batman who laughs” u know what. I really wish he would. and then I wish he would kill me next.

#dc #dcu #anti batman #anti bruce wayne #batman critical #bruce wayne critical #tagging so I don’t kill ur vibes #first of all. #that is entirely specific to one universe #second of all. #a so called hero vigilante who can’t stop himself from killing after he lets himself do it the first time #should not be out in the streets fighting crime at all #he should be in therapy is fucking what #‘oh man they dont know about the batman who laughs’ god I rlly fucking wish I didn’t #batman #bruce wayne #joker

[fulcrvm]

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @teejaystumbles ! A really nice surprise!! :D I am indeed contemplating writing two Dead Boy Detectives fic right now, but they're both in the very early 'being-outlined-in-my-head' stage, haha. They both revolve around post-s1 Edwin pining for Charles, one where Edwin takes matters into his own hands and one where he decides to have a chat with the Cat King about it. Not sure if they'll ever be written but they're intriguing!

But for the sake of the tag game, here's a lengthy bit from a Dreamling wip I've slowly been chipping away at for a few months!

A scene from Every Little Thing (Working Title)— In which Morpheus is a figure drawing professor who has just been fired from a film production based on his comics, and Hob does part-time figure modeling and is determined befriend the aforementioned professor.

Morpheus picks his class schedules wisely— he runs two first year general figure drawing classes, at 8 a.m. and at noon on Mondays and Thursdays. He helps the uni’s live figure workshop club on Wednesdays and Fridays at 6 p.m., and meets his sister for lunch on Wednesdays. All other free time was dedicated for his industry work. That wouldn’t be a concern anymore, would it. By the time Morpheus unlocks the door to the studio, sets his bag down by his desk, and starts fiddling with the ceiling studio lights pointed at the model stand, all of Morpheus’ thoughts have reduced to pure spite. Fine, maybe the big studios don’t want him. They don’t deserve him, then, their loss. His portfolio and repertoire are infamous in the industry, they’ll be crawling back to him in no time. Too bad, maybe he would have started his own production studio and he’ll end up with the next ground-breaking animated film. Maybe— Morpheus’ thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. He shakes himself out of it, calling, “Come in.” A glance at his watch tells him it’s only 7:48, perhaps it’s an overeager student here early. It’s only the second week of the semester, they grab every opportunity to prove themselves with a spirited step that Morpheus might be slightly envious of. “Hello, Morpheus Endeles?” Hearing his full name startles Morpheus, and he turns from the lighting settings to the door. “Yes?” The man who steps into view can only be described as radiant. He can’t be much older than Morpheus, not much taller either but wider in the shoulders. His hair is cropped just above his shoulders and he sports a neatly kept beard. Morpheus registers this all first simply because of his profession but— he gets caught on the man’s brilliant smile and deep brown eyes. There’s something there that knocks all thoughts clear out of Morpheus’ head. The stranger smiles warmly, smiles like he already cares. “I’m here to model for the morning and noon figure classes?” The man says. Morpheus clears his throat and steps forward, “Yes, this is the right studio.” He extends a hand, “Robert Gadling, I presume?” The man takes his hand— god, he’s so warm— and shakes it steadily, “Please, call me Hob! All my friends do.”

I'm a sucker for the 'Morpheus catalogues Hob's appearance during their first meeting' trope in most Dreamling human AU fics, I couldn't not do it too :]

Besides this, I've also got a Dreamling Velvet Goldmine-ish AU fic that I want to get done this summer. I'm a very slow and ruminative writer so let's see if I can commit to any of these fics now that I've posted about them lol!

No pressure tags! I have no idea who's been tagged recently so-- lol. @hardly-an-escape @valeriianz @moorishflower @amielot :)

#ive seen so many Artist Dream AUs but theyre always pretty vague with the specifics of his work so i was like #i need to write the specific ins-and-outs of what my ideal Artist Dream AU would be. and its this #that he's a really difficult collaborator with extreme creativity who starts out in animation #and branches out from there into art directing various things doing his own comics on the side (the corinthian is one of his comics) #(he DEFINITELY forays into themed environmental design) #which is half inspired by my actual professors' professional lives and a guest speaker that spoke to us recently #i want morpheus to be really good at teaching younger artists #and i want him to doubt weather his passion for storytelling is worth it #and i want hob to befriend him and ground him by reminding murphy about what he loves about making art #and of course i love figure drawing classes so much! theyre the essence of narrative art #and ofc hob and dream are gonna fuck at some point. i already have a mildly kinky sequel scene planned involving hob knowing how paint #anyway god this is so long #i just love the ideas in this fic theyre so personal to me. i really hope i finish this fic and get to share it with everyone :') #LONG POST AUGH ANYWAY BYE THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME TASH!!!!!! #i dont really get to talk about my fic anymore so this was really nice thank you :') ! #rex writes #rex speaks #tag game #last line tag game #long post #fic

[adellovesrowan]

can you even imagine falling like i did?

#no fucking way. me ? posting here again ??? hi #god imffuckigngkdnkff ROWANNNN loves u #shakes them puts them in a jar #im soo tired. i havent drawn for myself in so long and im an art student . this is a warm up before more assignments return ig #so i dont yk go insane . #rowan my angel theyr beautiful perfect spectacular blinding admiraeble wodnerufl magnificicent. kisses them my baby #they deserve all the goo d things #also peek their massive scar from y6ch18 :) it looks like tree roots growing from somewhere over their heart where the curse hit them #god what were the tags i used ummm #rowan khanna #rowan x mc #well no mc is specified here but we all know someones being a lesbian #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #fanart #mine #UPDATE mc specified its adel check the link out #adel young #rowan x adel

[liquidstar]

begone.

#context for ppl who dont know: its a spam ask that links you to a neonazi website with an edgy satanism hook #but the ask is framed in a way thats like ''oh they support abortion and gay pagan gods isnt it cool'' #its not immediately apparent what the site is and i think the goal is to get you to fall down a rabbithole #or for you to answer ''cool'' unknowingly and send your followers down a rabbithole #unless of course you literally just google search the name and see it in the first few seconds of their wikipedia page #fucking dumb #my guess is they found my blog bc i used religion as a tag on that last post :/