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gros-chat-fait · 4 months
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Just six normal teens hanging out in the woods. --
100th post and final drawing of the year. Happy holidays and new year, everyone <3!
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samglyph · 10 months
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I can’t be the only member of the unhealthily obsessed with gravity falls as a kid to unhealthily obsessed with malevolent as an adult pipeline
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raineandsky · 3 months
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#88
tw: home invasion, knife/stabbing
The superhero doesn’t get much warning that someone’s in their house. They glance into their bedroom, into the mirror propped up at the opposite end, and make eye contact with someone hiding in the shadows on the other side of the doorframe.
There’s a half-second where they both seem a little startled to see each other. Then the intruder leaps out of their hiding spot and makes a haphazard strike, their blown cover making their attack a blatant scramble.
The superhero steps back, just. A blade swings into the space they leave. They feel the waft of cold air breeze over their face, the quiet phew as it cuts the air in front of them.
“Fuck,” escapes the intruder’s lips in a breath, and the superhero has half the mind to glance at who on earth has the gall to break into their house.
A villain. No surprise there, really.
The villain makes another attempt at a stab, which the superhero deftly avoids. Thieving, maybe? The superhero ducks under a second swing, the blade sweeping over their head. But the villain wasn’t looking for anything. They were hiding. They were trying to catch the superhero unawares.
Fucking assassin.
The villain leaps for them again, finally finding their rhythm again after the surprise. The superhero dodges their blade and shoves them back. Their back bumps against the wall with a dull thump.
“Who sent you?” the superhero snaps. The villain replies with an animalistic snarl and another swipe of their knife. The superhero’s too close—the edge of the blade tears a deep crimson streak across their chest.
“None of your fuckin’ business,” the villain retorts coldly. “All you need to know is that I’m here to make sure you get what you deserve.”
Their chest burns. Their breathing is uneven. Shit. “Come on, [Villain],” the superhero says with forced nonchalance. “Humour a guy here. Who was it?”
“No one sent me,” the villain spits. “Your death is for my own gain.”
The villain leaps. The superhero’s mind is distant, thinking about the heat in their chest, and they notice entirely too late. The villain shoves them into the wall this time, the force of it bringing a bright flash of pain with it.
The superhero throws a punch. The villain sweeps out of the way like this is easy. “Your retirement will bring more joy than you could ever know,” the villain teases, already closing the space between them again. “To us, and to your own.”
Bullshit. The superhero heaves a breath that aches in their lungs. They throw a foot out in a vain kick that the villain barely even has to avoid. “You have brought that agency to its knees. The heroes won’t miss you.” A smile splits on their face, unnerving and cold in the low light. “[Hero] won’t miss you.”
The hero? The gash on the superhero’s chest is dribbling. Every breath is like lava is being poured into a crack in their heart. That doesn’t make sense. The hero loves them—everyone loves them, everyone, they do, they have to—
“Me and your little dog have gotten quite friendly recently,” the villain continues into the silence. “They tell me you’re quite the fuckin’ shitbag, [Supervillain].”
The hero. They wouldn’t. The hero, they– they love them. They wouldn’t.
“Liar,” the superhero spits like a curse.
“Yeah?” The villain brushes the knife against the superhero’s throat; a promise, a warning. “They didn’t send me, if that’s your concern. No, they asked me not to bother. I was sent by nothing but the love I feel for the person you’re destroying.”
Did the superhero not turn the heating on on their way in? It’s so cold. A hand sits numbly at their chest. One thought keeps sinking in their mind like tar —no, no, the hero loves them, of course they do, of course, they have to.
A whir of sirens pierces through the superhero like an arrow to the head. They grimace, and the villain turns to glance out the window at blurry reds and blues. 
“Shit,” they say shortly. “Shit, you fucker.” They jab their blade disturbingly close to the superhero’s face. “If you survive tonight, consider me a recurring problem. I will stab you as many times as it takes to watch your hold on [Hero] loosen.”
The superhero’s emergency call is in their hand. Did they get that out? Huh. Those sirens must be the police, then.
“I have a lot more people on my side,” the superhero rasps, but when they have the mind to look up, the villain’s already gone.
Their chest is white-hot by now. They have to sit down. Each breath is scorching, short with pain. Agony has crept into their muscles; everything aches with exhaustion.
Well, a promise for a promise. If the superhero survives this, both the hero and the villain are fucking dead.
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backroad-life · 5 months
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Credit: Donald Giannatti
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ciwywlover · 6 months
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the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming color
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lionfloss · 1 year
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Pacific Rim National Park
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8bithellscape · 6 months
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Check out what my roommate @bowbeforemegatron made for my birthday! They're layered wooden pins and I absolutely love them. Bill is especially lovely with his creepy follow eye trick.
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breakfastwithbeb · 10 months
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on    the            outskirts
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i just found the spn newsletter that ended only in 2022 and had been going on since 2006, and is still up as a centralized archive of fanworks. like every fourth link u click on is dead but the beautiful angel the wayback machine comes through. even found this fanvid with "i will always return" from the fucking spirit stallion of the cimarron soundtrack, uploaded when s1 was still airing, if not when it was just wrapping up [no timestamp available so i can't be sure].
i would love to upload what else i can find to a yt acct to make these more accessible but i'm already wrapped up with enough shit as it is. its only bc of an automatic data crawler that uploaded it's data to wayback in 2010 that even a crumb of 2006 spn mvs can even be found.
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The Stairs at my family’s cabin are definitely stairs that can kill you. And yes, the bottom DOES butt up against a kitchen counter. You kind of have to hop over it to get up the shallow, ladder like stairs. (Isn’t this great? A real house submission!) Thanks to undeadhousewife!
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leechs · 6 days
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Did you read t*lor s*ifts new album prologue? She wants to be a junkie scholar so bad……. And the blatant Lana ripoffs it’s all too much. Leech we need you and ur friends to start a new movement asap I can’t take it anymore , this kind of “art” can’t be what people think is real poetry I’m honestly stressed about it
i have no idea what that is and i only know the album title bc yall informed me… even going off this message alone i feel like reading it would inflict psychic damage onto my soul … but dont worry im trying to start the #junkie scholar cult
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lauramariescorner · 2 months
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It's the maple syrup time of year 🍁
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alteredstatesstuff · 5 months
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deep in the woods
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qosmiq · 21 days
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eulaliasims · 9 months
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Louise: Boooooored.
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Time to see what shenanigans are happening today! Henry is here with his sister, Mina. He really likes to talk about school, but that's fine. Louise is trying to be more scholarly. Really. (She earned a skill point and everything.)
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Louise: Wow, you're really smart.
Henry: Welllll~
Morgan: EXCUSE ME??
Mina: Oh, look, it's Wren. I'm gonna go over there, where Wren is, and away from this.
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Morgan: You're flirting with someone else?! I thought we were dating!
Louise: Uhhhh—
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lionfloss · 2 years
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Vincenzo Pagliuca
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