#Have a nice Friday

[xwilltruman]

today i am gonna be normal about john shen 😇😇

[fireyartccoon]

some more Nine drawings for y’all

My apologies if anything is blurry, my ability to take photos of my sketchbook drawings isn’t exactly the best

[worm-on-a-blog]

[pcerise]

MORE amethios

[c00kietin]

Happy Friday the 13th!!

Do not repost please! Thank you <3

[kuragesoda]

GOD I THINK IM GONNA CRY ?????????????

[monwillica]

jet lag s14e2 "things 👏 are 👏 - 👏👏👏👏👏 bad"

karaoke with adam

(the golden girls one is from nebula idk if he does the same bit in the yt ad read)

Plus: Sam realizes his plan might actually work, and the return of my favorite caption

“film this ben film this” “this is why we get nominated for awards”

[intheorangebedroom]

Happy Frankie Friday, Orange bedroom besties 🧡🧢🧡

Imagine waking up with him on a workday, an early Friday morning, perhaps, all grumpy from sleep and mussed hair, your cheek creased with the imprint of the pillow.

In silence, you shuffle over to the kitchen, start fixing coffee. He joins you, heavy-limbed and quiet, tousled curls, eyelids weighed down by half-dreamed dreams. He pops the bread in the toaster, he doesn't like you going to work with nothing but coffee on an empty stomach.

You move about together like sleep-walkers, rising sun, chirping birds, the bed's warmth clinging to his bare chest, grazing your naked arms, rising goosebumps. The scent of him. Everywhere. You almost resent the coffee, soon its smell will overtake his.

Next door, the neighbor's radio blasts news you don't care to hear.

The coffee pot's bubbling, and without warning, his hands wrap around your waist. A strong clutch, as he backs you into the Formica table, an easy lift, as he props you on top of it. He tugs up your night t-shirt --well, his, actually, the one that spells AIR FORCE in big black bold letters-- and he's kneeled between your legs, spreading them with the breadth of his frame, hooking your calves over his shoulders. Your head drops on the table with a light thud, rising sun, chirping birds, his skin so smooth, so warm, his touch almost gentle when he starts devouring your cunt, greedy, all of a sudden.

The radio fades, your hips buck, your chest expends. With love and light and lust, it swirls lazy and amber under your navel. Thick, a living-breathing thing he commands with the tip of his tongue, with the plush of his lips, sucking sharp and hungry.

Your fingers threading through his curls, languid, as his face pushes into your core and your hips spread wider. Your leaking pleasure, his groaning harvest, as his thick fingers dig into the plump of your thigh, as he bends an arm across your waist.

Sensations and sounds, deliciously muffled by lingering sleep, by the week's tiredness.

And when you're about to come, swaying and silent, still not fully awake, he reaches out and holds your hand.

The coffee's burning.

You haven't said Good morning yet.

[nightly-valkyrie]

Happy Falky Friday, or as I like to call it: Wednesday

[willosword]

angy

[ricky-mortis]

Working on a Wiggly design

[dejasenti99]

rocky, the arms dealer.

[hyydraworks]

Thanks everyone for snagging so many paleo friends in this past update!!! Everything that didn’t get shipped out this weekend will be out first thing Monday morning!

Sacabambaspis update: basically Etsy doesn’t allow mystery box type things (even though there are plenty of listings under that heading if you search for them and it took a frustrating process to hear that from maybe a human after some super generic unhelpful emails) so when I figure out a good place I can put them up I’ll post it everywhere (too enamored with my little blind boxes to dismantle them and conform to Etsy 🤭).

[copia]

not to get dramatic but one of copia’s dissociative translations in his troubled head was seeing sister imperator’s saucer of pills as a mug of tea and biscuits. he’s clearly an unreliable narrator who sees things we can’t trust to be true; going off of this, can we trust that the mug of tea he was handed before the encore was actually that? who’s got time to down a whole mug of hot tea when you’ve still got three songs to perform? isn’t it a strange beverage to give him out of all the other options? don't get me wrong i'm absolutely not being serious here (also not insinuating that copia is ill like seestor, i'm going down the psychological route) but what i'm saying is he could have been handed medication he didn't want to acknowledge

[whereismyhat5678]

I have a confession to make.

And you can bash me all you want about it. BUT I STAND FIRM ✊✊

*clears throat*

I’ve had a crush on all of these men.💀

Edit: HOLD YOUR HORSES- I forgot at least 2 ✌️ I fixed it now!

[bunnyboy-juice]

🏵️happy pride homos🏵️