#got in in the drafts

[whereisthesun]

I HATE MORAL OCD. well i shouldnt say hate thats a strong word. and i dont want to sound like i hate people WITH moral ocd because i dont of course. i just hate having it. but i shouldnt think that, i do like having morals, its just stressful to be thinking about them so constantly and scrutinizing every little thing i do or think. but really thats the least i could do so i should at least try, right? just because i suffer from— no, struggle with moral ocd doesn’t mean i should just stop thinking about things all together, thats not what im saying and i should make that clear, but i

[superhoeva]

you nudge soap one night, and he turns to you with sleepy eyes.

“s’wrong, bonnie?”

you tell him it’s nothing. you just wanted to see if he wanted a midnight snack. the man is perking up before you can explain what you meant, smiling brightly and ripping the blanket off the both of you. ignoring your sputters, soap is in between your legs in record time, only having enough patience to pull the cotton to the side before dipping his tongue straight against your clit.

“fu-johnny, i meant food. actual food…” you trail off with a gasp, hurrying to grab at his hair, the suckle of his lips force a shiver through your legs.

“fuck yer food,” he smacks, spitting on your hole, and diving back in. “got the perfect meal right here…”

(gaz's version here!)

[demi-pixellated]

Shadow's No Good, Very Bad Day

[atinydragon]

Some more rat manor memes lol

I realized that Fafnir has a Tom and Jerry type thing with the rat group. And especially with Sam! Actually yeah he and her are literally tom and jerry lol

Also drew Button getting caught (again) by someone who finds her adorable. As well as Willow and Flint going through the divorce arc

og images

[soapyakships]

fussy eaters behind the scenes....

[larissa-the-scribe]

guys I had this realization the other day that Redwall works really well for reading aloud, and kinda half-remembered something about the author reading to kids? So I looked it up to see if I had made a connection.

And it turns out, yes, actually, because he read aloud to kids at a school for the blind. But all the books they gave him to read were depressing. So he wrote Redwall, a story about heroism and courage and making it through struggles, and filled it with so many sensory, visual details so he could give them something better and I just-- that's so wholesome-- help

[mskermit]

Pure Heroine x TRC

I started this series in 2019 and meant to do every song on the album, but never finished. It feels weird posting these because there’s so many things I want to fix/touch up, but I know at this point I’ll never get to it. So... be free!

Below are the lyrics from the song that I associated with each drawing:

Tennis Court | Ronan

But my head's fillin' up fast with the wicked games, up in flames How can I fuck with the fun again when I'm known?

400 Lux | Bluesey

I love these roads where the houses don't change (And I like you) Where we can talk like there's something to say (And I like you) I'm glad that we stopped kissing the tar on the highway (And I like you) We move in the tree streets I'd like it if you stayed

Royals ⎮ Pynch

And we'll never be royals (Royals) It don't run in our blood That kind of luxe just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz

Buzzcut Season | Blue/Noah

And I'll never go home again (Place the call, feel it start) Favourite friend (And nothing's wrong when nothing's true) I live in a hologram with you

Team | Adam/Blue

So all the cups got broke Shards beneath our feet But it wasn't my fault And everyone's competing For a love they won't receive 'Cause what this palace wants is release

Glory and Gore | Blue

Delicate in every way but one (The swordplay) God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (The old ways) Chance is the only game I play with, baby We let our battles choose us

A World Alone | Pynch at St. Agnes

That slow burn wait while it gets dark Bruising the sun I feel grown up with you in your car I know it's dumb

Bravado | Gansey

'Cause I was raised up To be admired, to be noticed But when you're withdrawn, it's the closest thing To assault when all eyes are on you This will not do

[lotus-pear]

last post before i enter the medieval torture apparatus (ap exam week)

[tsururoach]

One way to survive in a ruined world.

+original drafts under the cut

[chongoblog]

Wherever these thoughts I've been having end up taking me, I want to make it abundantly clear that everyone who called me an egg, asked when I'm transitioning, and said I was transphobic for feeling uncomfortable about that wins the Illustrious Prize of Pipe Bomb In Mailbox.

[factual-fantasy]

I don't know where this quote is from, but when I read it as a prompt I instantly pictured Wheeljack and Ratchet XDD

[slavhew]

little luz and hunter i drew while my sibling was rewatching the show

[iamgonnagetyouback]

you can keep talking ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ●ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ spencer reid

spencer reid who speaks in statistics and spirals. who gets so excited when his mind begins to string facts and patterns together, he doesn’t even notice the hours slipping past. who gestures wildly with his hands while talking, voice bouncing softly as he explains a theory, a memory, a moment from his childhood—until he notices you’re quiet. too quiet.

spencer reid who finds you curled up beside him, asleep. and something in his chest tightens. not because he’s angry—he could never be—but because some wounded part of him thinks, of course. of course he bored you. of course he talked too much. he shuts his mouth instantly, lips pressed together in a quiet, familiar regret.

spencer reid who gently adjusts the blanket over your shoulders. who brushes a hand over your hair with the softest touch, the kind only someone who adores you would know how to give. he whispers “goodnight” even though he wasn’t finished. he never really is. the silence that follows is a lullaby he’s learned to live with.

you who wakes up with guilt curling in your stomach like smoke. because you remember the way his eyes dim when he thinks he's too much. you remember how he once told you he learned to count the seconds people stay interested before they drift. and now you’ve gone and confirmed it—you fell asleep.

you who cups his face in your hands and whispers you’re sorry, so sorry. and spencer who looks up at you like he doesn’t understand why you're crying. he says it's okay, really, but the way he avoids your gaze tells you it still stings. so you make him sit back down. you ask him to tell you everything from the beginning.

spencer reid who blinks in surprise, then slowly starts again. who watches your eyes this time, tentative and cautious, until your hand finds his and stays. and when you repeat back what you remember, ask questions, lean forward with that soft look only meant for him—he realizes you’re listening. you always were. you just needed rest.

spencer reid who talks slower now, but with the same love. and you who never interrupts, who makes mental notes of every reference, every name, every thread of thought that lights him up. because to love spencer is to listen. and he’s never been so quiet in his heart before.

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[sweetmapple]

Least traumatizing performance review

[mothcpu]

thermal anomaly

[clumsypuppy]

this place is so fruity