#a little self indulgence as a treat

[peekychu]

Furry art created by queer people makes the world go round. Expressing urself and ur feelings through cartoon animals is so awesome and so cool. I love that fursuiting and furry conventions exist on this planet. Are u writing this down??

[suntails]

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this is a piece from my silver artbook, currently accepting preorders!! u can get a copy here!

non-UK: suntails.bigcartel.com

UK: etsy.com/shop/SuntailsArt

[serendippertyy]

HII GUYS I haven't been drawing as much because my phone is acting absolutely wack rn but I finally managed to get this done- thought it would be right to have a full well put together ref of my lil guy for myself AND for when I do trades! I love my lil silly dude even tho I tried coming up with a name that would fit in the mlp verse but they all sounded goofy so I've been affectionately calling him bernie lol

[soullessseraphim]

For our souls

[may8elle]

rainy mornings are meant to be spent in bed 😤

[succian]

soft moon time :]

[alasarys]

Lando Norris & Pato O'Ward Velocity Invitiational, Sonoma Raceway | 10-12 Nov 2023

[blazingflareon]

decided to do something fancy for my 200th attack so,,rejuv time

bit of a 'looked cooler in my head' situation but ive never done smthng like this before so proud i finished it at all tbh lol

@evicrystal7 | @kiroonsmoon | @meshumo | @terajuma | @percephilous

[rad-roche]

still enchanted with the idea of making a little mod that does nothing but add readables. that would be within my power i think. notes, newspapers, case files, letters and such. absolutely no gameplay benefit beyond forgetting you've installed it and finding the odd letter you're sure you've never encountered. i love making tiny Things.

[third-king-of-salmonids]

I HAVE BEEN INFORMED SOME OF YOU BELIEVE THE CREATURE WITH THUMBS THAT SOMETIMES HELPS ME IS IN FACT A HUMAN

YEAH NO THEYRE JUST A FUCKED UP SALMON THEY ATE SOME WEIRD UNDERGROUND CRYSTALS AS A KID APPARENTLY? SORRY ABOUT THAT WE KEEP THEM INDOORS MOST OF THE TIME NOT TO SCARE THE SMALLFRY

☆he/they for the thumbs creature btw☆

[afewproblems]

WIP Weekend! (Starting Early)

Is it even considered a Psych Fic if there is not an obligatory rewrite of Henry arresting Shawn? Here is a snippet from my newest WIP for the Psych fandom. We goin' for angst people! (How can I not, it's my bread and butter!)

"Shawn swallows hard as his dad steps up beside him and sighs, long and low.

“Do you understand what you did tonight?” Henry says slowly, “how serious it is?”

Shawn stops himself from rolling his eyes but it's a near thing, “is it still considered grand theft auto if we only went a mile?”

Henry laughs once, a sharp puff of air without humor, somehow it's worse than if he would just yell. His dad looks at Shawn for another beat before he finally seems to make a decision. Henry squares his broad shoulders and reaches out to grab Shawn roughly by the shirt once again, dragging him off of the bench and hauling him to his feet with a squawk.

“Shawn Spencer,” Henry says firmly, “you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be held against you in a court of law--”

“What?!” Shawn says as he nearly stumbles with the force that his dad is moving forward with, one hand on his shirt and the other tightly circled around Shawns upper arm.

“You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you,” Henry continues as if Shawn had said nothing. He doesn't look at Shawn as they make their way to the unmarked station wagon.

“Dad--”

Henry lets go of Shawns shirt, leaving the fabric stretched and nearly torn and opens the back car door. With the same free hand he presses firmly on Shawn's head, pushing him into the back seat.

“Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?” Henry says stiffly standing in front of the open car door.

“What no handcuffs,” Shawn bites out, his chest rises and falls quickly as anger and hurt swirl and thrum against his ribcage, “gee Dad I always knew you were a softy”.

Henry slams the car door without another word before making his way around to the driver's side. The vehicle sags as Henry slides into the driver's seat.

The radio comes to life, the first few notes of Every Breath You Take plays over the sound system only for Henry to slam his hand down on the volume knob before the true irony of the song can be appreciated.

The familiar drive to the station feels so much longer in the heavy silence that hangs in the car. Shawn looks into the rearview mirror every now and again, trying to catch his dads angry gaze but Henry keeps his eyes on the road, his expression stony.

When they finally pull into the station, Henry parks the car and sits for a moment, Shawn watches as his dad takes a deep breath before turning off the engine, he hasn't said a word since reading Shawn his rights, it's unnerving to say the least.

He expects his dad to rail against him the whole way down to the station, to tear another strip off him like he had back at Lookout Point but Henry merely leaves the driver's seat, walks around the vehicle to grab Shawn, and walks him through the double doors of the station.

Henry's hand is loose around Shawns arm, rather than the bruising grip from earlier when his dad hauled him off the car. For a wild moment, Shawn considers making a run for it.

“Listen,” Henry says after a beat, he stops their march to the desk sergeant and pulls Shawn aside into the hall, “if that boy put you up to this, I can get that squad car to turn around--”

“Tony didn't put me up to anything, don't--he's not--he's going to Princeton next year and he doesn't need m--” Shawn nearly stumbles trying to catch the words before they escape. He swallows hard against the lump in his throat and feels his eyes begin to sting, the threat of tears that has been building since red and blue lights lit up the night makes Shawn wish the floor of the station would open up and swallow him whole.

Henry stares at Shawn now with narrowed eyes, the longer he looks the more it feels like being dissected, assessed.

He realizes his mistake too late to backtrack, not taking the out from his dad he always wished for, the benefit of the doubt was a trap.

Then Henry's eyes land on Shawn's neck, where the collar of his shirt has been stretched, where the beginnings of a small red hickey have started forming.

Shit.

Shawn tries to lift his hand to cover the mark but he's not fast enough to stop his dad from smacking his arm away with one hand while the other opens his shirt collar even more.

Shawn watches a myriad of expressions move across his dads face, before settling on something resembling disappointment. He's not sure how long they stay like that before Henry slowly begins to shake his head.

“Jesus,” Henry breathes out weakly, “first the car and now,” he drops his hands away from Shawn and takes a step back, “as if we don't have enough to worry about, you're--you're carrying on with some boy like a, like a--”

“Like a what, dad, huh?” Shawn says hoarsely, he balls both hands into firsts to hide the way they shake.

While he hadn't been sure what to expect from his dad, despite Gus’ insistence that he should just tell Henry the truth, some small part of Shawn had hoped that his reaction wouldn't sting this much.

His dad says nothing, looking around as though his head is on a swivel, not that he needs to worry. The station is quiet save for a few night shift officers milling around, Shawn can vaguely hear the desk sergeant chatting on the phone about her weekend plans.

“This is going to kill your mother,” Henry says, wiping a heavy hand down his face and taking another step back.

Will be posting the full fic hopefully this weekend! Let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged in the full post! @adaed5 I know it's just a snippet but I remember you wanted me to tag you! 😊

[koszmarnybudyn]

Yeah I know that's not a tape recorder this is a doodle and i didnt google it before i drew it. Anyway.. dndads tma au because its plauging my mind again so have a little snippet that i wrote in class:

Uh...Willy, told me to do these logs now as a way of catalouging our "adventures" and archiving the older stuff. I heard before my times there were reports but it seems kinda hard to belive since i've worked here for ages and never seen any, literally none. Guess some unfortunete soul needs to get stuck with the paperwork and today it just happpens to be me.. great. For some fucking reason writing or recording this shit digitally doesn't work, so Norm decided we could use these..tapes? Or whatever, I'm not a nerd. So yeah I'm now stuck in this stuffy basment speaking into a beat up dictaphone like some wacky sci-fi scientist that's going crazy, I guess. *Sigh* Fuck I spend too much time with Norm i'm starting to sound like him.

So where to start..? *Pause as the voice gets slightly further and muffled supposedly reaching under the desk* I guess one of these is as good as any, I think its from... Well definitly before i started working here. Let's just get this over with...

[mamawasatesttube]

thought abt sotmverse kon & clark things too hard and put myself in the soup. im in the sauce. im floating face down

[ashenvanity]

eliciaffectis

[PT: eliciaffectis]

A form of nonhuman tertiary attraction (alteraffectis) that describes how an entity feels toward that which called it forth; how an entity feels towards its summoner, channeler, invoker, etc.

etymology: elicio, latin for "to draw out, pull forth, coax, conjure"

@radiomogai @alteraffectis

[retconomics]

loml <333

[alannah-corvaine]

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