#but hmm...

[mediaheart]

I'm going to a sleepover at a friend's house and he suggested that we should do a power point presentation night on our hyperfixiations and I am so excited to talk about alnst but i can't pick a singular theme from it

[winterslibrary]

and what if i make a crk side blog . because i have the urge to yap and my oc blog so far is the only blog im comfortable on HAHA and i dont wanna yap here... hm...

[ladyshinga]

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.

[circumpolarvampire]

"*X country* should colonize the US! Please nuke the US!"

You all will do anything to not give us our land back huh

[assassinregrets]

what if i just rest my eyes for a second

[madeleinefjall]

Knitted a moth sweater ✨ bought the pattern for it here!

[nipuni]

Aziraphale and Crowley in Hades style! 😊

A speedpaint video of these will be available at my Patreon on june 1st along with the 10th doctor one!

[phosphorus-noodles]

making some kind of connection here

[kaogens]

no longer on hiatus im baaaaack yayyyy ^_^

[perplexingly]

remember when you drew incest?

I'm glad that it was good enough for you to remember

[barghest-land]

working on early horses, i wanted to do a quick sketch to show how small Eohippus was compared to an extant horse (this one is about 150cm tall). as you can see, it wasn't big at all. a perfect little lap horse :)

[chamm0y]

in da clurb we all fam

aughhh i tried to fix the quality but,,, hmmm

anyways yay caravan palace!!

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ plug!gojo doesn't give a damn about drugs. not even a little. but he does give a damn about the prettiest girl in the world, so there he is, being financially irresponsible and buying up every stash he can get his hands on.

it all starts when he overhears you're looking for a new connection, his expert stalking skills finally paying off for something other than knowing your favorite brand of tampons.

apparently, your old dealer was getting greedy with those prices. for the most part, though, gojo just needs a pathetic excuse to get you in his orbit.

lovesick as fuck and utterly hopeless with money, gojo only deals to you. why would he sell to anyone else when he's blowing his cash for you in the first place?

you roll up to his messy dorm once a week, needing your fix. and every time, he insists you stay longer, for a smoke sesh. "just one blunt," he purrs, that predatory gleam in his baby blues. "it's on me, sugar. 's good shit."

gojo's always been a man of his word — it really is always the good shit. besides, who are you to say no to free pot?

so, you sprawl on his tangled sheets, a flimsy blanket barely covering your bodies, pillows shoved haphazardly behind your backs. you watch him expertly roll the joint, and for a guy who supposedly doesn't partake, he sure handles it better than you ever could.

gojo flicks his lighter, the tip glowing orange as he torches the end, letting the first sweet scent of cannabis fill the air. he always lets you take the first hit. it is for you, after all.

your eyes glaze over, a low, satisfied moan escaping your lips. oh, and another thing?

these smoking sessions have a nasty habit of devolving into raw, sweaty fucking. if blowing his entire paycheck to get you high is the price of admission to that sweet, tight pussy, then so be it. gojo is a willing fool.

gojo's never had sex with you sober, but even high, it feels amazing, like he's in heaven. his hips roll languidly against yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, with every thrust.

your eyes, red from the high, squeeze shut, back arching. no matter how many times he has forced his length into your snug cunt, you're still suffocating him, clenching by all means.

he presses a sloppy kiss to your calf, legs thrown over his shoulders. you're bent in a cruel mating press, but it's not as if you have the energy to protest.

he places the blunt between your swollen, from kissing, lips. "inhale," gojo commands, eyes trained on you, as you attempt to take a drag, but your breath hitches, too fucked-out.

he snorts, tapping it twice against your mouth. "sugar, try again."

he can't let all this go to waste, right?

[motteteto]

𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖇 ⛓️🥀

[lavellaned]

in my heart of hearts the mythal in the crossroads is 6 feet tall, horned, decked out in armor fitting a self-appointed goddess borne from primordial war and a giant fuck-you dramatic feathered cape. it hurts to look at her directly. out of the corner of your eye you swear the shadow she casts is in the shape of a dragon. she's been stewing in resentment for so long the air just always smells like a wildfire and lightning strikes. ya'll remember the fucking puzzles in her temple? you wouldn't be able to just walk up to her and start talking to her, idc how long it's been since she's had petitioners.

if you want me to believe in the "like holding a piece of the sun" line you have to do better than the pajama-wearing default character creator template num 9 that we actually got.

[sunnyrmrez]

Three mimir