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[sadenees]

Çocukların dansı ve koreografi bir harika bayıldım buna. Ayrıca laisla bonita çok yakışmış.

[zombyaru]

Bayardo and his dog 🐶🐾

[katsettee]

They sleep and are sleepy.

I like to pretend I’m not actively tearing my hair out thinking about their relationship

[huzurkosems-blog]

''Saklarım gözümde güzelliğini,

Her neye bakarsam sen varsın orda…''♥️

#AşıkVeysel

[lazy-b1rdy]

HOLY SHIT WHAAAATT

124 FOLLOWERS??!?

I haven't seen my follower count in some time with me being sick rn but holly smokes!!

didn't know so many people liked my silly tsp drawings and I'm so thankful for all of you!!!!

I thought that i should do something for this big milestone, and as unoriginal as it is with many people doing this, i want to draw your tsp characters!!!!

Everyone can submit!

It can be literally anyone!! And you can give me up to 2 characters to draw!

(I'll maybe do even 3 but only if i have the motivation)

(i also wanna do this bc i wanna do sum fanart for but I'm a nervous person lol)

So pls give me anything and I'll try to draw everyone ♥️♥️♥️

(it will take a bit of time bc as i mentioned i am pretty sick rn but I'll still try my best!!!)

[tarjapearce]

Sometimes I think about Miguel reacting to his Italian wife reader wearing this headscarf when they go out for a walk in summer

I'm--- I'm having thoughts!!

Those look so cute omg ♥️

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He'd stare at your face, the urge to cup your cheeks and kissing the air out of you seemed like an urge that became stronger every time you'd wear your headscarf, neatly tucked behind your ear, keeping your hair from framing your face.

Summer was hot, still you walked hand in hand, fingers entwined, your white floaty dress swaying with the soft breeze, felt like a dream. You'd stop for a wine and some food, but it was just a perfect excuse to nuzzle his head on your neck and pepper your cheeks with kisses.

" What are you doing, amore?"

Your bashful cheeks would only redden deeper when old couples passing stared your way with knowing and playful smiles.

He'd hold your cheek and made you look at him, stealing a kiss. One of his love languages was physical contact. Something that he ironically, wasn't used to. But when it came to you, the need to always be caressing and being around you simply exploded.

He'd pull you to his chest and kiss the top of your head, right on your headscarf. He loved when you wore them.

[devilicious-v]

“Your heart was always safe with me. It always will be. There is nothing I will protect more fiercely or with more devotion. Trust in that, in what you feel from me. In me.”

[a-sadclown]

draw me gamkar wench

yes sire, at your service

[freshqueenhideout]

[athenepromachos]

BTS....

Forearms & muscles & a firm grip oh my 🥵

[nephrosoupp]

Hello, I have been a fan of your art for some time, it really inspires me and I was wondering where you got the inspiration for the style you draw in? It's really interesting and I don't really know from where it can originate from. I hope you will have a good day :)

Aw geez thank you so much!🥰 I dunno really, I think it is a mix of styles, I like Lucian Freud a lot and post Impressionism and some artists I follow on Instagram I really love

Also oh oh John singer Sargent and William Blake

[ineffabeatlemindpalace]

What a time and space to be nonbinary.

[xanthouransong]

A gift for @yarpell of the bestest son

[aajjks]

“You have the most beautiful breasts he’s ever seen but he has never seen any, just yours but he’s sure they’re the most perfect ones out here.” I'm crying 😂❤️

tc!jungkook

You blink up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Oh... Right. You didn't really think this through but you find yourself nodding anyway. You're still in the hallway but he's broad enough to cover your frame, and your fingers wrap around his hand to bring it closer to your chest and place it on your breast, right above your thudding heart.

"Maybe if you save all that energy and anger instead of exploding at random people, I'll help you find ways to unwind."

You lift your thigh and sneak it in between his legs.

"I'm yours, right? You can take it out on me... As long as you can control your temper outside of bed."

What the fuck are you doing? He whimpers, because your breasts feel so soft under his touch and he can feel the tingling.

He’s going to get hard. Oh fuck he’s already hard.

“Y-Yn what if someone sees-..” he stutters, his eyes wide and heavy with lust. “I…I..” he squeezes your breasts, and that feels so good, he’s gentle of course but now he’s getting hungry.

“You’re mine- fuck yes.” He groans. You know what to say to get him going, “I-I don’t get angry when I’m with you baby…” he gets closer to your face, his hands finally leaving your breast as he pulls your face closer to his.

And before you can say anything else? He crashes lips onto yours.

[krispyy-lotol]

It’s all “Anthony Ramos is so cute!” amongst Hamilton fans as if THIS absolute cutie wasn’t there the whole show.

LOOOOK

[kastlequill]

❤️🎁💭📚 for the ask game <3

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

can’t commit myself to just one so:

When you were still active duty, there had been talk of an SAS operator who transformed walls and floors into canvases with splatters of blood-red ink, whose gruesome bodies of work spoke to his mastery of the medium, a craftsmanship that left quite the impression for such stories to travel all the way across the pond.

The familiarity, the predictability, the constancy—it soothed the stir-crazy soldier in you and pacified the persistent paranoia that plagued you outside of active combat.

Your sense of loneliness, however, was unique in that it never waned nor did it wax, faithfully sticking by you on both your most joyous days as well as your most despondent nights, neither receding nor expanding.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

from chapter three of that human, that demon:

You couldn’t shake the feeling that the soil here was abundant in the natural fertilizer of the dead, decomposing matter provided by your comrades and foes alike. Beneath the ground, the roots of local flora carried your spilled blood as well as the blood you had helped spill, feeding it to the vibrant red tulips that were currently in full bloom. Gusts of wind blew the stench of burning corpses and rotting flesh your way; logic told you it was practically impossible for smells to travel the miles of distance between the city and the air base. You also knew that the pungent odor of sin, of your sins, wasn’t so landlocked.

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

the hannibal tv series permanently rewired my brain, and i wish i was exaggerating, but alas i am not. i think hannigram is peak romance, and i’ve been on the metaphoric/literal cannibalism as symbolism in literature wave ever since

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

these are some of the writers i try to keep up with since im always interested to see what they’re cooking up or talking about:

@halcyone-of-the-sea @halfmoth-halfman @dotcie @alittleposhtoad @50cal-fullauto @parttimepr0phet @soapskneebrace @lunarvicar @moondirti