#does this count as a shitpost? idk

[laanonlovestrash]

cursed Hisami Yomotsu doodle i made, dunno if anybody else has done this but here we go

also here's a version without text if yall wanna see it

my sister compared her to the lifeguard from lilo and stitch.... i don't know how to feel about that

[holycrimin]

My phone’s still broken which means i cant draw so have this sketch i made of nya in like 5 minutes on the notes app with my finger because i am deprived of my digital drawing privileges 

[radioactivedishsoap]

Many big thoughts, not enough brain storage to save and archive

[cyanopicas]

swagever.

[sunderberry]

right on top of the bar? really?

[littledreamling]

I just had a fantastic thought

If Hob was 33 in 1389 (my personal headcanon, since I heard somewhere that Ferdinand Kingsley was 33 at the time of filming), that means he was born in 1356. His birthday in the year of 2022 is his 666th birthday. You know went HARD this year, even if he couldn’t tell his friends and colleagues exactly why

[demonir]

Imagine a tf2 game of red Kumamons vs blue Kumamons.

So like... you put this idea in my head so really this is your fault that it exists

However I had way too much fun drawing this so I'll take full responsibility and let you off easy 👍

btw can you tell that I suck at drawing bears?

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Forever wishing that Tails and Sails got more screentime because working with the three expressions they have is making my life extremely difficult!!

[azureblooet]

The inherent homoeroticism of being in a time loop

[lapeizj]

Au where napoleon DOES marry anna pavlovna and napalex gets called a proship in 200 years for being brother in laws

[goldiebeams]

Girl help, I’m regressing to that point in my childhood where I’d imagine a fictional crush standing by my bedside as I try to fall asleep, gazing lovingly down at my resting figure in awe of the raw beauty and honesty that comes with the peaceful stillness of slumber

[hopalongfairywren]

Limited Life SMP as Onion News Article Headlines

idk whats going on there. Also mostly clockers because Im obsessed.

[flowersforlaila]

Queen Consort Alicent cleaning Warrior Queen Rhaenyra’s battle wounds can be something so personal—

Like Rhaenyra’s laughing because she got a very minor, totally-not-at-all-consequential stab wound; and Alicent’s going through seven different stages of panic because There’s a Hole in Her Wife’s Stomach.

Alicent’s fussing, Nyra’s wincing her way through laughter, and they’re both just so fondly exasperated with one another.

Alicent has her lips tightly pressed against her mouth, painstakingly cleaning Rhaenyra’s bloody wound so as to not cause her any further harm. She’s so focused she doesn’t notice the way Rhaenyra’s laughter slows into a soft quietude. A serenity swelling in the battle-worn Queen’s chest, adoration marking her features as clear as day. The high of dragon riding, the drum of a fight, the rush of blood that she cherishes at a grip of her sword all pale in comparison to the surge of emotion she feels at Alicent’s touch. The ministrations of her unrelenting love and care absorbed in full are enough to make Rhaenyra drop her sword and never pick it up again. She thinks herself mad, she knows herself in love.

She stills Alicent’s tender, steady hands. Cupping her love’s hands in her own scared palms, the hardened tissues of a dragon rider, she feels along the lines of abrasive skin she’s grown accustomed to recognize as Alicent’s. Permanent calluses from years of weaving, writing, and anxiety seamed into the tips of her fingers and the heart of her palm. Rhaenyra traces them as she’s done a thousands times before, gently, adoringly, mindlessly. She could trace them in her sleep, she knows this. She touches them to her lips and holds them there, speaking a love into them she doesn’t think she can articulate in words. Alicent gasps, a soft sound that disrupts the quietude of their shared room and Rhaenyra knows Alicent understands.

There are bandages loosely hugging Rhaenyra’s torso. Alicent is seated in-front of her with a inquisitive look in her eyes; to which Rhaenyra returns a blessed smile.

“Thank you,” she says, lilac eyes fixed on Alicent, “For taking care of me.”

It’s so unvaryingly sincere Alicent doesn’t know what to do with herself, hands still clutched in Rhaenyra’s palms. She bites the inside of her lip, so as to stop a completely idiotic smile from emerging onto her reddening face. She doesn’t think herself successful from the way Rhaenyra’s smile twitches into a full grin. Ten years as her Queen Consort and Rhaenyra persists to blindside her at the most inconspicuous moments, wholly by just being herself. Her lovely, lovely self.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Alicent smoothly detaches herself from the Targaryen’s grip and resumes mending her stupid wife’s utterly careless injuries, clipping out, “You’re very welcome. Faith knows I’m seldom afforded all the proper acknowledgment for all my ever-so valiant efforts.”

Rhaenyra takes to laughter then, the softness still presiding in her eyes, and consequently, is met with a sharp pain effected by an ever-bruised torso. Wincing, she doesn’t miss the way Alicent’s lips turn up, cheeks still a delicate red, as she continues to tend to her lover’s wounds.

[tastelessblogginz]

BONUS!!

[obsessivehopelessromantic]

Having brainrot and this mf lives in my head rent free

But he is literally just this :

[moonelnone]

I made this after my friend told me how he thought Ace would react after getting called Cringe by Luffy