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[rayix]

HII

I drew your oc cuz they are so silly

NERF ARE YOU SERIOUS?? THIS IS SO CUTE!!! LOOK GUYS! LOOK AT THE LITTLE CHAOTIC BASTARD!

MY SILLY BOY! You made him so fluffy 😭 Everything in your style turns out so nice TY I LOVE IT SM I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH UGHRJRJGRGR

[remerg]

Can we

Can we talk about Jake just-

USING/WEARING BOOTS LIKE JSFBSKDJJD

NO BUT not just BOOTS, he WEARS: Heeled Boots

(I know they almost yell at you in the face when they're giving him his things back and the Spielberg character just says 'boots, black'. It's just the fact on how much heels those have HEJSSVBFHSJDJS)

[fuwibun]

THANK U FOR FIFTY(one) FOLLOWERS U GUYS ARE INSANE🫶🫶🥹

[ayippeei]

hi smelly

ONWBAGEGAJSBEJSNWNAJA

[kromazque]

dream rebrand, microwave society watches planet 51, AND I'm making new friends. what a day!

[sketchoco]

WHAAAATTT

THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY

TAKE A PICTURE

[transphobiafrog]

what the fuck

hey op

what the fuck

I saw Hadestown in my dream last night.

There were no seats and no stage. Instead the show was on the floor of a huge, old, abandoned warehouse. You either sat on the floor along the walls— nearly at the feet of the actors— or watched from high above on a scaffold higher than Hades’ balcony. The audience was either part of the set or completely separated from it. It was a huge warehouse. It felt tiny and intimate. It felt cold and colossal. It smelled like rust and smoke. 

During the intermission you could go get a drink from Persephone. 

There were these big metal pieces everywhere— industrial scrap I guess— that resonated with Orpheus and the Fates’ voices as they sang. Somehow the music reverberated through the warehouse as if it were empty. The rocks and stones echoing his song. The audience was allowed to sing the la la la las with them and it seemed like his voice had multiplied exponentially, coming from every angle and corner. It was transcendent.

Doubt Comes In especially. The Fates  sounded like wind and water and Orpheus sounds so small compared to them .

It was almost pitch-black in the warehouse when Orpheus opened a door. Out of the warehouse, out of the Underworld. A tiny rectangle of daylight and sky and birdsong as Eurydice sings about the darkest night. He was about to take a step outside, to leave, and maybe it would turn out this ti—

He turned around. Everyone was gutted.

In other productions of Hadestown I’ve seen, a few people have gasped, some have gotten teary. Here we were openly weeping, sobbing. I saw a few folks so overwhelmed they walked out.

The set was old and rough and falling apart. The music was the most amazing experience of my entire life.

I woke up.

[thatthirstyweirdo]

SOMEONE MADE AN EDIT OF MY WALLY DRAWING LOORD 😭😭😭😭😭

[puyochico]

Enough interpretations of Aya's true form being a beautiful twink. Make him a kaiju. Ya cowards.

[kingofanemptyworld]

is this anything

[indomephistopheles]

EWWW my aunt and uncle are trump supporters what the hell

[conidiophore]

My favorite activity to do with friends is to have a sleepover where there's only one bed (it's a trope for a reason) and the room is cold enough that huddling is necessary. There's a specific kind of excitement that takes over when two people have their faces inches apart and are trying not to make it obvious that the closeness is all they can think about, and the tension of trying to decide if making the first move is going to make it weird. When things reach the "you know, you can touch me anywhere..." or "would you rub my back for a little while" stage, things can get extremely hard to ignore... An especially enjoyable thing for me is extending this tense, touch-nervous period until the other person is struggling to keep their breathing even. Knowing I have control over the effect I have on someone else just from being close in a way that they might be into is something that Greatly Effects me.

Stray brushes to sensitive places (upper/inner thigh is my favorite, but the back, lower part of the ribs is usually ticklish enough to work well) or occasional kisses to the neck/collarbone are my gold standard tactic for leading people into deliriousness. Unfortunately for everyone I get much more turned on when nothing goes anywhere, especially when social expectations make it difficult/impossible for the person to sneak away and "take care" of themselves. I vaguely introduce this well beforehand by saying like. "I'm into some weird orgasm control stuff"/"leading people on is my turn on" but I'm not sure people i do this with fully understand what i mean by that. I had someone reply by saying "who said you'd be orgasming" one time, which clearly indicated that they had a very different kind of interpretation of those phrases than I did. Oh well.

[sunyandmony]

hands u my lil bby echo, i wuv him

... OMG HE IS SO CUTE OMG LET ME EAT HIM ALIVE AISBSJEJSB/POS

Freaking out

HE HAS NO RIGHT TO BE SO ADORABLE 😭😭AAAAAAAAA-

[did-i-mention-the-shirt]

i havent even SEEN good omens but holy hell op

I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so

You Fascinate Me So, Blossom Dearie

[napkapkin]

Jusr woke uo THANK U ALL FOR THE REBLOGDSSS PLSSSS WHATTTYYUHEHJS ????!?!!! finishing up rn hang on hang on hold ur horsies!!!!!!!!!

[angelfoodscake]

that one mutual: (doesnt like my new flavio art)

me: (wakes up in a cold sweat) somethings not right........