#aheem heem sob

[shakerofthebutt9000]

the urge to draw robot yuri (i can't draw transformers (i can't draw humans either))

[cinnymonroe]

this is me... this is me if u even care...

[parasocial-hermit]

Maggot crying core

[snobgoblin]

you know how sometimes in the comics Ace would just kinda go to sleep in alleys and on the floor. well imagine if in Gorillaz sometimes they'd be like where's Ace. and he's just somewhere random like

[drstarlight]

holy fuck i'm going to throw up and die. I just read Dream's End Come True for the first time. It's. I'm. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

Something clicked in my brain i don't know what it was. But. something clicked.

Here's the link. Ultrakill spoilers warning, obviously. This is going to kill me. Read it if you are literally at all into ultrakill. You probably have if you're into ultrakill im very late to the party

[i-need-lavernius-tucker]

Hello and welcome to my partner had a real good grimmons prompt so i wrote a whole fic for it

And here they were. Back in the middle of blood gulch, that god forsaken canyon. Grif took off first, headed towards red base and simmons followed... just them, them and the silence of the canyon. Simmons caught up to grif and took his hand so the pair could enter the base together. Sarges old booby trap cut outs of them somehow still stood tall clearly having taken the test of time, punched it in the gut and thrown it into infinity. Each one triggered as they walked by.

Simmons took a deep breath as they stepped into the base and looked around, grif headed straight to his old room without a word while simmons entered the dust covered kitchen- seriously the place was filthy, donut would have a heart attack. Would. Right... simmons shook his head of the memories and left the room to enter an equally filthy living room. He stood silently there as he lost track of time, the memories of bickering with his found family over every little thing all flooding back at once, bringing tears to his eyes which he blinked away. After a moment grif returned in some shirt for a band that simmons had never heard of and a pair of joggers that somehow still fit after all these years.

"Seriously? They haven't been washed in over 10 years." Simmons said as he watched grif shrug and slump down on the old sofa, a comically large plume of dust busting out from under him.

"Shut up and go get changed. No point wearing that stupid armour here." Grif huffed as he leaned his head in his hand and simmons left the room and headed to his own.

When the cyborg got to his room he looked around the familiar yet distant space. There was a time where he called this tiny room home- a safe space to shut himself off from the assholes he was forced to live with, but now this room was.. well... just that. Just a room he could no longer feel a connection to. Simmons located a filthy pair of glasses and wiped them clean before taking off his helmet and replacing it with them, his prescription had changed since he left the glasses here but they were better than wearing his helmet constantly. He then started taking off all of his armour and let it clatter on his bed, leaving him in just his undersuit.

As he took off the suit and grabbed a pair of old trousers from his drawer he heard a whistle from behind him making him turn round and face grif with a heavy blush. Grif grinned at his blush and looked him up and down suggestively, simmons scoffing and grabbing a grey UNSC shirt to pull over his body.

"Asshole." Simmons grumbled as he pushed past grif and down the hallway back towards the living room. Grif followed and sat back down on the sofa, brushing off to dust on the seat next to him and waving his arm over the area to display it as some sort of throne. Simmons scoffed again at perched on the very edge of the sofa.

They sat together there for a while just talking before grif turned to simmons with a sly grin.

"Wanna go explore blue base?" He asked and stood up, holding his hand out to simmons who took it and pulled himself up.

"Whats there to see? Itll be the same as ours just blue" he said and grif clicked his tongue

"Nah, i bet theres some fucked up shit in tuckers room"

"I dont even wanna know what..."

"Too bad. Cmon lets go" grif said and dragged simmons outside, across the sweltering canyon and into blue base.

The base had the exact same layout as red base which wasn't surprising, nor was the fact that the whole place was also covered in a thick layer of dust. Simmons walked around slowly and took in his surroundings, mould crept up walls and onto the ceiling creating a thick smell of damp. He and Grif walked deeper into the base, peering into the rooms of their late friends, Cabooses had been left open so the went in their first. Crayons were scattered about and the walls were covered in scrawled drawrings and the blue's rough hand writing, most of the drawings were of himself and church with things like 'best friends forever!!' Written next to them, others were of all of blue team and some even depicted the reds- Grif snickered and pointed to one of him and simmons bickering, pointing crudely drawn guns at each other.

They went into Church's room next which was surprisingly clean- Simmons imagined it would have bullet holes or a knife or two in the walls caused by the mans perpetual rage but Church's bed was neatly made and the rest of the room was tidy, if not a little boring- nothing adorned the walls and everything had been kept in pristine condition by time, except for the dust of course.

Finally Grif pushed open the door to Tucker's room and... oh jesus christ- Tucker's obnoxious behaviour alone could not prepare anyone for the state of this mans room. Porn mags littered the floor along with civies that hadn't been washed since what looked like before the soldier was stationed here, the walls were covered in teal writing that really gave you an insight into this mans thought process, things like 'when will a damn chick show up thats *not* a total bitch??' And various versions of 'bow chicka bow wow'.. did he plan his catchphrase out on his wall??

Grif left the room and grinned up at simmons who had refused to enter

"Hes fuckin nasty" he said as he walked past simmons toward the blue bases living room.

"You think i didnt know that already?" The maroon soldier asked as he followed his boyfriend, leaning in the doorway to the living room as Grif sat down in an arm chair "what now?" Simmons asked

"I dunno.."

"The suns about to set.. wanna go to the roof and watch it?"

"Who the fuck are you? Donut?"

Simmons laughed bitterly and shook his head before leaving the room and going up the ramp in the middle of the base to sit on the roof, expecting Grif to follow him and a few minutes later he died, carrying a few unopened beers he found in blue bases broken fridge.. theyd probably be fine...

Grif sat down next to Simmons and passed him a beer, cracking open his own and slurping it loudly as the sun started to set, simmons doing the same with his own.

"We could go back to chorus- im sure kimball would be happy to see us" simmons suggested

"I guess yeah... do you think shed let us retire from the damn military?" Grif asked, making simmons chuckle

"I hope so..."

As the sun lowered behind the canyon wall simmons turned to grif in the dim light that remained

"Hey dude" the cyborg opened

"Yeah?"

"I think i know why we're here"

A long pause.

"...Me too man. Me too"

[natjennie]

WEAAHAHHHHH havers in his silly little hat and coat that tiny smile and wave back at the captain's window immmm

[cornertheculprit]

man once i start thinking about iris and phoenix i literally can't stop. he loved her enough to eat poisoned glass for her (even though it wasn't actually her he THOUGHT it was her and it's the intention that counts). she loved him enough to admit that she would've killed dahlia for him or died trying if she'd known about dahlia's plan. they knew each other for less than a year and yet they would've died for each other if it came down to it. CMON

[muzzlemouths]

Muzzzz every piece of art I’ve seen from you is always so expressive, I love the mouth shapes and the way you draw the patterns on the characters’ clothes, and just the detail you put into their designs as well - it’s so nice to look at!

THANK YOU FABLE THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME

[hiendar]

[crescentmp3]

''I have no purpose.'' what if i CRIED!

[oyasuminto]

Don't let her lie to you, she's actually super cool. And I don't have to legally say this because all her friends agree with me <3

[dracwife]

I love your ship with Tim so much and it makes me wanna get back into NCIS or at least add the team to my platonic f/os (with the exception of Gibbs cause he’d be my dad). So if I start popping into your ask box or dms with NCIS nonsense just know I started binging it on Netflix and I blame you (affectionately) (via @me-myself-and-my-fos)

PLEASE GOD TALK TO ME AB NCIS PLEASE . honestly the whole team is like. my biggest ever comfort so i 100000% support you binging and or adding them to your list waaa

[cornertheculprit]

nothing will ever compare to the plvsaa turnabout sisters music box theme. every other theme wants to be the plvsaa turnabout sisters music box theme but they'll never be able to

[bucket-of-amethyst]

Grian when joining Jimmy stream: *ten years late to it* yea sorry I was flossing the teeth of all my collection of imported combs I use them to give haircuts to each blade of grass in my lawn,, which game we playing again? Wait that one? I have to download that still I don't have it

Grian when joining a phasmo stream: LET ME IN NOWE OR ILL CRY give me the code now send me the code HOW DARE you to play it with someone else when u guys didn't play for One Day I spent the entire time missing u guys and crying and sobbing and sending sad gifs in our group chat MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW LET ME IN LET ME IN AHEEM HEEM

[nabesthetics]

aheem heem

weh sniffle sob