#but its saturday

[starii-eyed]

lol i keep forgetting to to post. anyways chappell roan wip. wife. i love her. im gonna kill myself thus is gna take so fucking long to render why did i start dthis i have a million other wips to work on.......

hehe. mwah. smooches u.

[clone-trooper-cheese]

tbh creature tech

Drawn in my datapad journal from @autistic-artistech 's redbubble shop! (Definitely check it out, they've got awesome stuff)

[sillyfroggremlin]

wip wednesday on a saturday night !

tagged by awesome @crime-wives 🫶

i haven't been writing too too much because i haven't have the time/energy but here's somethings i wrote somewhat recently (i think)

something from a sad fic of my ocs because I love torturing my favs <3

“Cleo, Cleo, Cleo,” I whisper, thumbs tapping the steering wheel as I start searching. Searching. Searching. Until I start to think that I might never find her. Or worse, that I'll find her, and she'll be… Don't go there. Don't. But, what if— Can't go there. Don't.

the start (and basically all I got through) of a tedstina fic idea I had inspired by a few posts I saw about them and that conversation between mer, callie, and cristina

“We screw boys like whores on tequila.” How ironic, that it feels like Mer said that days, hours, minutes ago. Even more ironic, though, is that nearly two years later, Mer still believes that’s true.

and, finally, a short excerpt of an idea I had to add to my wip currently titled letters to my dead dog (!!tw, blood mention!!)

I think of the days where you licked my wounds, lapping up the blood, before laying at my feet. How the brutal infection was a marking, two week long love affair between my skin and your teeth. And, I can't help but wonder, if only beasts crave blood, then what does that make of you? What does that make of me?

anygay, I hope you enjoyed this rollercoaster of mostly unedited chaos 👍

no pressure tags: @daaedoodles @emily-prentits (I think you might have been tagged before but I can't remember) and anyone else who wants to join!! I can't remember who on here writes

[shellymarshdaily]

104. ready for school

[moonshadovv]

happy WIP whenever.

i still haven't finished this Blair portrait, and I'm working on something new for dnd!

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU

Act 1, Omake 1 (Extra): Master of Time - (here)

Act 1, Omake 2 (Extra): Barrier Team. - read here

Act 1: What was left behind. - read here

[southpauz]

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!

I got box braids for the first time ❤️

My sisters bought it for me as a 30th birthday gift!!

[nothingbizzare]

Past and Future

[gaybuttyogurt]

it's splat saturday

[jame7t]

ive been reading amber skies

[70sscifiart]

Happy Space Crowd Saturday! Here's a host of droids, a couple of humans, and what looks like a Bigfoot, all browsing through a refurbed spaceship docking bay on Maplin's '1987 Buyer's Guide to Electronic Components' cover.

[erwinsvow]

when rafe lets reader go on aux and she plays lana. him humming to beat omgggg. i need him in my bones

omg !! im imagining this with that one part of west coast.. but left it vague so you can imagine your fave lana song ♡

rafe was in a good mood. it wasn't anything new—he was always in a good mood around you anyways—but today it seemed even better. you were sat in the passenger seat of his truck, waiting patiently for rafe to drive the two of you to dinner, when he glances over at you with a smile.

the windows rolled down, a breeze coming in and rustling your hair with the warm glow of the sunset filling the car. when he hands you his phone, you look back at him confused.

"y'can pick the music today."

"really?" your entire face lights up with a smile. you start looking through your options immediately while he backs out of your driveway, his arm stretched across the headrest of your seat.

the familiar sound of one of your favorite lana songs fills the car, even seeping out into streets through the open windows. you set down his phone and smile at rafe, pleased that he's happy.

you stare out the window, watching the sun dip further and further away through the trees, wondering how close you are to the restaurant and if rafe will get you dessert after—though you already know the answer.

you're snapped out of your thoughts at another sound—rafe humming along to the end of the song, fingers tapping on the wheel and maybe not even aware of what he's doing. your gaze turns to your boyfriend, eyes staring and taking in the scene, smile a little dozy.

a couple things run through your mind, how rafe's memorized the melody of your favorite song, how he must have liked it enough to remember, how silly yet memorable everything about it feels. warmth blooms in your chest, running up to your face and make your palms clammy.

the song shifts to the next and rafe pulls into the parking lot, stopping the car. he glances up to see you staring back at him.

"what?"

"nothing," you reply, though you feel giddy inside, and over something as small as rafe letting you pick the music and liking what you selected. "i'm... excited for dinner." the lie comes out automatically, not wanting to bring it up just in case. you think you should keep the moment for yourself.

"yeah, me too. c'mon, kid."

"coming, rafe."

[hyunpic]

DAILY HYUNJIN GIFS UNTIL HIS BDAY: love you and all your little things - dance parties

[dayurno]

(chainsmoking desperately) and another thing. the kevjean storyline makes all during/post-canon kandreil funnier. imagine you have been in love with a man for four years of your life but you convince yourself it doesn’t matter because he is straight and then you find out he does like men. men under 6ft. men with psych ward records. men wanted by the fbi. men who speak quebecois french. wouldn’t you just kill yourself. then you realize you can’t because he made you promise you wouldn’t.

[greghatecrimes]

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