#I’m just coping now

[mjncarp]

Have a random drawing of Keith with a little redesign of my own in it

I did this while binge watching Voltron(I’m aware I’m being queerbaited unfortunately) but yknow, I (hopefully) will live on in maybe peace.

And also apologies for the change of username (again)

Since I’m gonna be soon posting little things about my upcoming story, I had to change my name to something more easier (for mostly my sake but yall too)

Anyways enjoy this

[the-phantom-peach]

Meeting the Light Dragon ✨🐉

[tagged as spoilers!]

[kitamars]

oh no! more ginhiji

[giulzart]

But we just can’t keep away

When you know me like you do

It’s supernatural got me howling at the moon

[marragurl]

Not the first to say it, but damn can’t believe Galladay really went from toxic yaoi to doomed tragic yaoi.

Alright fellow Galladay trash, where’s the modern AU fix-it fics?

I need to see Gallagher single dad with Misha plus their dog/cat Sleepie falling for entertainment company CEO Sunday. Don’t ask me how they met, fuck it, throw in bodyguard AU Gallagher who works part-time at a bar, boom there that’s how they meet, idk I’m making this up on 3 hours of sleep.

You’ve heard of slow burns, now get ready for Galladay blaze it.

They’re speedrunning the relationship from hate -> annoyance -> mild disgruntlement -> weirdly vibing -> ok wow never knew I needed that in my life -> Sunday is way too ok with spoiling Misha -> ok so we got married -> alright we’re dismantling the government now -> Sunday went to jail for 5 minutes for attempting “peaceful” world domination, don’t worry we (Gallagher) forgave him -> Sunday’s stepping down as CEO to run a coffeeshop idk look someone get him some therapy -> Robin is president now while she still goes on tours -> Misha won an engineering competition while this was all going on

Bottom line: Robin is out living her best life while Sunday is in the back somehow having the most insane week of his life. I have no other notes for her here except that she is happy, and successful, and is Sunday’s last remaining brain cell. She and Misha are having some fun Aunt/Nephew bonding times while Galladay are accidentally-on-purpose committing multiple war crimes.

No, we don’t have time to unpack 2.2 and all its trauma, we cope with modern AU :)

[person25]

reasons i do NOT believe the ‘dg and Charles Choi are the same person’ theory:

i HATE Charles with my whole being and james is my pretty pink princess.

if that WAS Charles, why was he feeling up daniel in that one panel⁉️

again, if that WAS Charles, why was he giving daniel head pats⁉️ he does not have the Right‼️

Other than that it would be funny if it was and he had to play up the kpop idol role

imagine behind kpop idol dg doing aegyo it’s huge rich business man Charles Choi💀

[ender1821]

when in doubt, Murder Camel

[kiwisandpearls]

feels a little depressing how unwelcoming the selfshipping community has become to proshippers and profic people. Like, i don’t even wanna go into the selfship tag anymore because I know a good chunk of the selfship posts are gonna have a dni at the bottom insulting me and wishing death or harm on me in someway just because I’m profiction. And don’t get me wrong, I know the proselfship and proship selfship tags exist but still, it just kinda sucks the fun out of selfshipping for me.

[pistachi0art]

More Ben fam stuff I believe I have neglected to put here

[horseshoemybeloved]

Oatrick :(,,,.

[franken-loser]

Re draw of a scene from the 2004 Frankenstein tv miniseries🤭🤭🤭

(Shitty reference image under the cut)

[sableeira]

I know this mfer is just playing fyodor and us because no way in hell can he still talk and is not immediately dead after being shot point blank in the head.

[sashimiyas]

something metal clatters in the background and atsumu is quick to respond despite being mid bite. osamu hears the crisp rip of the fluffy bread, desensitized to the noise of a busy night market and watching his brother instead.

despite atsumu’s gift of focus on a volleyball court, he’s always been easily distracted. his left cheek puffs out, storing the mix of savory sweet goodness for now as he inspects whatever is happening in the distance.

just by the sound alone, osamu guesses it’s a chair. not quite raucous enough to be a tilting cart, and its clanging note a little too flat to be a fallen wok.

atsumu though, has never been fond of guesses. he likes certainty, thrives in it. osamu watches as his brother straightens his back. sharp collarbones peek from his shirt as his elbows dig into the table.

and actually, that meat bun he just bought is looking better than the pile of fried (more like dried) chicken he chose. osamu quickly swipes the second bun from his brother’s tray and stuffs it all in his mouth.

yes. wayyyy better. and free at that.

food has always tasted more delicious when it’s been stolen off of atsumu’s plate.

osamu is able to swallow without reprimand though atsumu’s finally calmed down enough to begin chewing through his initial bite.

how long will it take him to notice that he’s been pilfered?

he can’t help but egg on his victim just to see.

“i thought ya refused to come out to these…” when osamu knows he has his brother’s attention again, osamu tilts his head up in a mocking motion of thought, “…what’d ya call them again?”

touristy ass grabs. that’s what atsumu said earlier today after taking his suitcase and leading him to the futon he’d be sleeping in for the week.

“shut up.” the words are spoken with a beautiful view of ground meat and pressed bread between the blonde twin’s teeth.

“ya said ya didn’t want to go because,” osamu shakes his head once more, “what was it? remind me?”

the night market doesn’t fit his macros. osamu hasn’t forgotten but it makes his brother mad if he pretends that he has. so pretend he does.

“oh shut ya trap, will ya?” atsumu finally snaps. he throws his tray with the half eaten meat bun at him, “ya sound better with that in ya mouth instead.”

atsumu snatches the container of chicken from osamu’s hand. the blonde brother glares at his all too amused visitor. he pops a piece of chicken into his mouth before he speaks.

“ya know im a fucking sucker for ya, ya scrub,” atsumu begrudgingly admits. “if ya wanna go to the night market then—“

the admission shocks osamu. he looks down at the bun that is now in his possession.

he doesn’t have to finish the words because what he means is right in front of him.

[ndaths]

[ange-lica-3]

No matter how many times I rewatch atla, I always watch it with the hope that zutara is endgame and just end up being sad because it’s not

[honeypleasejustkillme]

i’m insane but in the sexy way