#queue that kid

[imaginationblur]

Edited and unified my Archie series, no more displacements and more notable edits (looking at you Clove and Cassia)

Here is the vertical ones ->>

[wishfulsketching]

I have finally finished season 2 of Arcane and can now enjoy your art without fear!!! They should be happy together 🥺

I take it "they" means zaundads because that is what I've been drawing the most BUT, lets be honest, applies to like 98% of the characters in the show.

They should've been a big happy familyyyy

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[artsymeeshee]

It’s a very important and special day for some very important and special boys :,) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STAN AND FORD!! 🥹🥹🥹

[baba-is-blog]

Baba like dragons?

DRAGON IS FAVORITE

[valnotso3xplicit]

Willow Park my beloved

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [119/?] ⤷ 6.19 — “The Unnatural”

Did you bring enough ice cream to share with the rest of the class?

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[fear-is-truth]

the heffleys are still coming to terms with the fact that you, rodrick’s cool girlfriend, are a real part of his life. greg, for one, can’t wrap his head around it—how did his brother manage to land someone like you? he even has a tiny crush on you, which he tries (and fails) to hide. during playdates, he and rowley keep sneaking wide-eyed glances at you, pretending to be fully focused on video games whenever you catch them staring.

susan, on the other hand, is thrilled to have you around. as a mom of three boys, she’s practically adopted you as her honorary daughter, showering you with warmth and enthusiasm every time you’re over. she’ll share every childhood story she can think of about rodrick—some endearing, most embarrassing—while he sits there mortified. she’ll even drag out the family photo albums when you’re around, cooing over old pictures of baby rodrick in onesies covered with embarrassing slogans.

then there’s mr. heffley, who’s suspiciously nice to you. he goes out of his way to make sure that sure the house is spotless when you come over, almost like he’s worried you’ll wise up to what a disaster rodrick can be and leave. every time rodrick says something dumb, mr. heffley’s shoulders tense, and he sneaks glances at you, hoping you don’t suddenly see you’re too good for his son.

and manny… well, you do your best to steer clear of that kid whenever you can.

it’s a typical dinner at the heffleys’. you’re seated next to rodrick, his hand resting on your knee under the table as he gives you a lopsided grin between bites. across from you, greg keeps sneaking glances at your chest. little perv.

once everyone’s settled with their plates, susan clears her throat, leaning forward with a bright, overly cheerful smile. “y/n,” she starts, clasping her hands like she’s about to impart some life-changing advice, “it’s just wonderful that you and rodrick are so… close.” she gives an small, knowing nod, and rodrick stiffens next to you.

“it’s very important,” she continues, picking up a carrot stick and an onion ring, “for young people in a… special relationship to be, you know…” she pauses, clearly hunting for the most embarrassing words possible, before adding, “prepared for close situations.” she looks at you and then at rodrick, before doing a little… mime with the carrot and onion ring. greg yelps, “MOM!” and pretends to gag, slapping both hands over his face like he’s been scarred for life. mr. heffley chokes on his mashed potatoes, reaching for his water with wide eyes.

“just remember,” she says, completely oblivious to the horror around her, “things can get… spicy, but a smart girl like you knows to have… protection.” she gives another exaggerated nod, waving her “lesson” props before setting them down, satisfied. rodrick’s hand tightens on your knee, and he mutters, “oh my god, kill me now,” through gritted teeth, trying to keep his cool despite the absolute humiliation.

mr. heffley takes a deep breath, giving you a look that says he really hopes you won’t dump rodrick over this—but he’d totally understand if you did.

[ophernelia]

★★★★★★!!

[asknillamilkfam]

First of all, congratulations!! Love this family lol. Now for my question, did Shadow Milk ever tell the beasts about his children or does he plan to?

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[necromycologist]

learning how to sew like even a little bit is so fatal for buying stuff i cant even begin to describe. “i could make this for sureeeee” <- statements of the UTTERLY DERANGED

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[imaginationblur]

Edited my Archie series, mostly getting rid of displacements and making certain details match up more with other drawings

Here is the other horizontal ones ->>

[wolfchans]

I'm gonna let you know I'm just gonna go And hold you so I'm never letting go ♪

[artsymeeshee]

Random idea I got this morning thinking about how small little things (mostly about missing important moments of the past) make the boys emotional and sorrowful.

[yangjeongin]

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[tomatoart]

i only want you 2 think im fantastic (҂ × ཀ ×)

[fear-is-truth]

based on this headcanon

RODRICK HEFFLEY stood in the doorway of the laundry room, clutching a bottle of cherry blossom-scented detergent. the pastel pink colours on the label felt too… feminine and girlish, and it wasn’t even a detail he usually cared about—whenever his mom asked him to run an errand, he’d always go for the most cost-effective option to keep the change. but this? this was different.

he glanced at the basket of clothes on the counter. his stuff was buried in there somewhere—the usual mess. he always smelled like sweat, deodorant, and… whatever snack food. and that was fine, usually. but his girlfriend—you, wore his shirts. you liked to wear his tees after you had sex, and when you did, you always smelled so good. your perfume lingered on him, and he wanted to do the same for you.

the thought of you leaning in, pressing your face against his clothes, of you pulling his shirts on—it made his stomach do a flip. rodrick didn’t want you to think he was a slob. or worse. you liked wearing his tees, and that made him feel all kinds of ways—proud, horny, a bit embarrassed. because what if you noticed the smell? what if it made you… not want to wear them anymore? rodrick squeezed his eyes shut, mentally shaking off the thought. he was scared. scared that you’d realise just how unkempt he could be, that you’d see the messy parts of him—the parts that weren’t fun or cool like his band was (or at least, like he liked to think it was). he didn’t want you to feel like you had to hold your breath when you got too close. you deserved someone who wasn’t a smelly disaster. but admitting that? no way. no one needed to know that he was concerned about it, especially not his mom. she’d probably make some joke about him finally becoming a man or something. he wasn’t even sure how to explain it if she asked.

he stepped into the laundry room, debating the best way to leave the detergent there without raising too many questions. just as he was about to place it on the counter and slip away unnoticed, he heard footsteps behind him. he froze, turning to see his mom standing there with another laundry basket balanced on her hip.

“rodrick?” she asked, her tone carrying that familiar note of innocent suspicion that always made his skin prickle. panic shot through him like a live wire. without thinking, he thrust the detergent into her hands, muttering something incomprehensible about “new stuff for the laundry.” before she could question him, he bolted. his sneakers squeaked against the tile as he disappeared down the hall, leaving susan holding the bottle with a baffled expression.