#I was finally in the mood to finish this

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[i-like-to-look-at-your-back]

Sleeping off

[pngheavy]

[sentientstump]

Really glad to hear you have some free time for yourself, could I request team canada as teeny tiny cats? The cute kind that you can hold in your hands.

Love you and your art. <3

34. i hope these are holdable enough :D

from this post

[kyo-hiki]

babies are asleep, shhhh

[lunarharp]

hehe. almost christmas!

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Beautiful Nightmare 🖤

[tomaturtles]

More tiger Asukas 🐯 (second one inspired by this pic)

[haeroniel-doliet]

It's done! The final piece of my Dinluke big bang collab with the most inspiring @coriesocks! The whole wonderful and heart warming fic is up already so go go read I know places (where we can hide)! (This piece is for chapter 7!)

Great big shoutout to my author for being so kind, patient and supportive throughout this whole journey. I could not have hoped for a better partner!

Thank you all for your support and I hope you've all enjoyed all the fantastic work (compiled here!) that's come from artists and writers alike in this event, as much as I have <3

[volivolition]

don't talk to me or my son ever again

[moviemandy]

Not Strong Enough

Summary: How could anyone win a fight of will, when their opponent was Angela? Amanda sure as hell couldn’t, and she didn’t want to. Amanda enjoyed allowing herself to be enveloped in the solace of Angela, and reveled in the way her touches would burn her skin so beautifully. She wanted to be cared for and doted on, and Angela would never turn a blind eye to a friend in need, especially if that person is Amanda.

[tervaneula]

It's WIP Wednesday and since I don't have anything new (and only a few people seem to be online so I just might get away with this) I'm sharing a really short bit from this exciting little fic because I've already shared all the (allegedly) tame parts from it LMAO

[airenyah]

[buckera]

Moodboard Monday/Tidbit Tuesday ☔️

I finally managed to make a mood board for the mudslide fic that I actually kinda like, so here, have this and a tiny snippet.

Buck was still trying to wrap his head around what had happened, it was all so quick; the rain, the debris, the mudslide and then the moment of radio silence before the chaotic explosion of noise. “We’re not giving up on him.” Bobby had said at the time, but after four days, it has become abundantly clear that instead of a search and rescue, most people have already started to treat this as a recovery mission; except they still haven’t recovered the person who mattered the most. Buck buried his face into his palms, trying to breathe without choking on his own tears, cursing at Eddie in his head for leaving him here, disappearing without a trace. He took a few deep breaths and pushed himself off of the couch — Eddie’s couch, where he was sleeping the past four days, unwilling to go into the bedroom. He wanted to be close to the door in case someone else had found Eddie while Buck was wasting his time with sleep, so he could welcome Eddie home and let him take his rightful place in his own bed. It was almost childish how much Buck was clinging to this fantasy, but it was the only thing keeping him on his feet; and he knew Christopher needed him standing, now more than ever.

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[bookshelfdreams]

anyway pls look at this very silly pirate shirt i made

(printed cotton, all hand sewn. ids in alt text)

[maskedchip]

just some painting doodles that have the vibes ykno