#my og tags on this ->

[meightyone]

ok but have we thought about how touchy mark is (e.g. the belt buckle vid) and at the early stages of oscarmark oscar’s brain short circuits every time he touches him but obviously he can not react because, well, he’s oscar

nods nods. you bring up the belt buckle vid w dr3 (and i am also reminded of that time he randomly squeezed max's neck to see how tense it was or something) but i am obliged to bring up that one time he fixed oscar's face mask. mark's touchiness just seems so casual... i'm also quite fond of the idea of them both thinking the other is totally #nonchalant about all this while they're each Losing It in their own heads. oscar thinking well mark is just Like That he's doing it naturally and that's partially true but mark is also a little sick in the head and wants his hands on oscar. wanting any excuse to touch him + feeling guilty and disgusting for wanting to touch him in the first place = overall going a bit crazy. doesn't help mark that oscar's reactions seem to only consist of 😐... but as you say he's short circuiting a little. overthinking every touch. hoping that the pink flush on his cheeks passes off as sunburn or post-race exertion

[epiphainie]

media literacy would automatically go up 100% if people knew how to consume stories without self-inserting themselves into the characters' shoes. "if i were him..." you're NOT. you may relate to his story, his past, his traits, his quirks, his identity but the moment you start treating the story accepting what you feel/think as what the character feels/thinks, you're misunderstanding the story.

[shmooseee]

i can never tell if i want them to beat each other up or hug it out

[aesethewitch]

When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.

Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.

So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.

Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.

One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.

It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."

The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.

Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.

It missed my lilac by inches.

The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.

I think next year, I'll see flowers.

[shadow-queens-blog]

hey does this make sense? am i reaching?

[guiiay]

yeah... yeah

[z13lovebot]

I learned how to draw again!! I haven't posted since last month but BY9&10 >>>>>

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[sakrafka]

A bit late but happy Lesbian Visibility Week!

[melon-official]

this is gem and joel to me

[baba-is-blog]

Baba like dragons?

DRAGON IS FAVORITE

[jitterbugbear]

Brass ring of unimaginable swag, 2025 (reupload)

wip photos under the cut

I don't think anyone who reblogged the original post is going to see this but a couple of people asked how I made this so I just wanted to add these process shots here. I engraved the dragon with a micro drill/a rotary tool using a tiny ball burr!

[lunarlivs]

pov: you’re harry being born to a bunch of 21 year olds

their thoughts and doodles below the cut <3

[fishwikipedia]

wayneradiotv finfin stream (2022)

[valictini]

Got the urge to draw them comfortable and at peace for once

[mintaikkcorpse]

Pride month came early this year, and, instead of lasting a month, the game really said, "One month? Make that shit last FIVE"