#but they shall persevere

[aroaceleovaldez]

they girlbossed Sally Jackson

[sacrificethelamb]

-burrows into a stuffed animal pile with no intention of returning-

[cyanightmars]

Alright fellas give me like a year of time to get good at animating and I’ll try and animate the zoyalai kiss scene

[callsignchicha]

I wanna make some TGM fanart (I jus wanna draw hangster lmao) but glen powells cute little face is so intimidating drawing wise 🥲

[randaccidents]

(skipping over the Perseverance refs to draw Soul first) he needs the most babygirl looking pose I am going to be so funny and make him the Lord's sluttiest soldier for my entertainment /j/j/j

[goldensunset]

Take my hand, soldier!! We’re GETTING to that link!!!!

*pathetically sniffling, struggling to rise to my feet* y-yes captain……….

[vizishereig]

Chreon Week: Confessions (Day 2)

The TV is quiet, but still loud enough to hear, playing some sort of comedy show that takes place in a police station. Leon watches it with a mix of amusement and longing. Could that have been him if things had gone differently? Hanging out with coworkers, joking with fellow officers, the friendly competition?

He idly wonders if Chris and himself would have seen each other. It’s not improbable, with the other working in the S. T. A. R. S. office. They would’ve crossed paths every once in a while, for sure. Would they have caught each other’s eyes then? Would they have danced around each other for this long, trying to figure out if the other had liked them?

Leon’s brought out of his thoughts by heavy footsteps nearing the couch. He tenses a little, training more than actual fear, turning to see Chris coming towards the couch. The taller male rubs at his eyes blearily, probably having just woken up to find Leon missing from the bed. He rounds the couch, sitting next to Leon, and tilting over to lean heavily on the blonde.

Leon huffs, amused, but shifts, leaning back so he’s laying with Chris atop him, the other’s head on his stomach. The weight is more grounding than constricting, and Leon relaxes easily, the two of them facing the TV. His hands come up to scratch at Chris’s head absentmindedly as they watch the show, causing the male to go almost boneless on top of him. Leon smiles tiredly at that, his heart doing something funny in his chest.

The two of them are quiet for a while, both of them exhausted. It’s Leon who finally breaks the silence, the quiet itching at him, reminding him a bit too much of the silence of the RPD. He doesn’t have much to talk about, so his tired brain picks the first thing he can think of.

“You know,” Leon begins, tongue loose with exhaustion, tone more than little slurred with sleep, “I had a bit of a crush on you, even before I met you. An idealized one, but one nonetheless.”

Leon doesn’t look down, but he can imagine the confusion that probably appears on Chris’s face. It would be quickly washed away by a smile, one that’s either smug or fond. He can feel Chris twisting around to try and look at him, so he looks down.

Brown eyes are looking up at him, and yep. A fond smile decorates the other’s face, curiosity tinting his gaze. Leon looks back at the TV, a bit too tired to be embarrassed about his confession. Hands gently rub circles into his back where they’re circled around him.

  “Yeah?” Chris replies, voice also tired, but more than a little curious. “How come?”

  Leon tips his head back a bit, thinking. Claire had certainly factored into it with how often she’d talk about Chris. When she’s not around her brother, she’s all sweet words and compliments about him. The picture she’d shown him had completed whatever fondness he’d have for the male, as he was rather… well, cute in his younger years.

“It’s Claire’s fault,” Leon finally says, allowing his gaze to stay on the ceiling, tracing patterns with his eyes. There’s a soft laugh, and Chris’s chin settles on his stomach. Leon looks down, and those eyes are still looking at him, still so fond. But they’re also drifting shut. Leon hums softly, turning the TV off and shifting a little. Chris’s eyes open again.

“Time for bed?” he asks, smile still decorating his face. Leon nods, agreeing. Time for bed.

[scribbiesan]

Some Herobrine doodles bc I wanted to. Might fix up digitally, might not. Will see how I’m feeling in the morning.

First pic is him just sitting and his Steve’s sheep is being curious.

Second is Herobrine probably protecting Steve when a Zombie Siege survivor convinces the village Steve lives in that he’s the reason the Sieges happen, and to kill/burn him alive so they stop happening. Herobrine takes exception to that. The words in the top right are the songs that inspired that particular scene.

Song inspiration:

Vulture by Bear Ghost

Shut Eye by Stealing Sheep

Enjoy, and have a good one!

Toodles!~

[cricketnationrise]

more than six sentence sunday

thanks to @kiwiana-writes for the tag (i'm devouring your new fic right after posting this)

pls accept the beginning snippet from my next Fandom Trumps Hate fic -- initially inspired by the West Wing episode, In The Shadow of Two Gunmen.

“Alex! Alex, over here!” There’s nothing quite like a rope line.  “Alex, would you sign my program?” Even after the leak, they’re energizing. They have all the immediacy of social media, but lend themselves to so much more. Sure, Alex can make waves by responding to a tweet or posting on Instagram, but he thrives on actually looking people in the eyes, shaking their hands, posing for a photo, hearing even just some small part of their lives. “Alex!” He thrives on making a connection, however fleeting.  “Let’s keep it moving, Alex,” Amy says from behind him. “I’m just giving the people what they want!” Zahra swoops in before Amy can even roll her eyes. “Get your ass to the car, kid, if you like where your nose is.” “Threaten all you want, Zee, you know you love me.” “I despise you.” “That would be a lot more believable if you didn’t insult me so much,” he teases.

open tag for anyone who wants it bc i'm nosy like that but especially @cha-melodius @leaves-of-laurelin @inexplicablymine @historicallysam @welcometololaland and @three-drink-amy for consistently tagging me in writing things even though i only respond every now and then

[rockyavalanch]

looking for mutuals!!!

Hii, my name is rocky, she/they, minor, I'm new to Tumblr and I dont know anyone

My interests include Undertale, Deltarune, Homestuck, Milk inside of a bag of milk, slay the princess, origami, Violet Evergarden, Girl's Last Tour, Starbound, Tokyo Ghoul, West of Loathing, visual novels, higurashi, and other stuff too!

terezi is literally me ⭐

lets be friends!!!!!!!! :DD

[satansxknitwear]

My most recents, black and white, reuploading over here ✨

My links (tip me ~ treat me)

[mydream-synopsis]

zzzzzzz zzzzzz

[mitskikissme]

I wanna laugh with my friends and draw and run as fast and as hard as I can foreverrr and frolic and leap for joy and feel the breeze and sun on my skin but I got a job and bad time management skills so it shall have to wait another day

[omppupiiras]

yippee progress is progress, im forcing myself to finish at least one of my wips.......... 😤 but soon i'm gonna want to give up again when i hit the good old hurdle of what tf am i gonna do with the background 😭

[wanderingmind867]

Bittersweet. I think we've reached the end of Clint and Natasha's romance. Also, maybe the end of the fishnet black widow costume. But, we shall persevere. These two never had the most stable of relationships, and I think they stay friends. So I think it's fine. (Avengers #76):

[euesworld]

"I was born to love you with all of my heart, so love you I shall until the stars stop shining.."

I love you.. like like like love you, love you - eUë