#dynamic headphones

[guitarbomb]

t.bone HD 815 Studio Headphones: The Perfect Blend of Affordability and Professional Quality for Your Home Studio

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[midoristeashop]

4, 9, 11 🤸🏽‍♂️

ALSO HNY <3 !!!

HI REN HII

4. Was thinking of my favorite character(s) I’ve drawn for a while now, and then I was drawing my hijack coded ocs and decided this is the perfect excuse to show them off LMAO (besides jack and hic they are all I think about 🥹)

9. New art mediums/Styles

Amazingly enough I’ve tried tons of trad mediums this past year (gouache and ink being the newest!) just anything that has the texture I need to replicate my digital style 😭 and ofc you’ve seen all my spiderverse studies those were so so fun to do <3

I did a trad piece for my portfolio (thats eh but whatever it’s progress) w/ watercolor, ink, colored pencil, etc. so here’s a snippet!

11. Artists that have influenced my style:

Literally tons I could have a whole post dedicated to my inspirations but here are the first that pop in my head…

Ami Thomson, Alberto Mielgo, whoever made that opening sequence to dance central/ love death n robots ice, tomm moore (song of the sea + secret of Kelly’s director!) james r woods, and so so many more!!

[isfjmel-phleg]

😶

[slimaneswhore]

Wired

[amethystsoda]

I’m really gonna miss Host Club when I finish watching all the episodes 🥹🥹 it’s such a sweet and funny series 💞

[mymarifae]

can't ever ship mafukasa romantically or even get on board with it from a distance because this is the only way i can envision their dynamic

[reamed]

can’t wait to be the only introvert in an environment full of extroverts tomorrow

[rainyaarts]

Some doodles of Cait as i figure out how i want to draw her

[sochilll]

Mirror, tension, doorway + expensive headphones

“Are you ready yet or not?” Rich huffed, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Five minutes.” Michael said for the thirteenth time. He ran his fingers through his hair again.

“Come on you look fine.”

“I don’t wanna like ‘fine’ though.” Michael pouted.

“Dude, you look hot. Come on.” Rich met his eyes in the mirror.

It wasn’t unusual for them to compliment each other, even boarder line flirt. But this felt different. There was a tension Michael could feel zipping through him as he held Rich’s gaze.

“Okay.” He said finally. “Let’s go.”

send 3 words and a pairing and I’ll write a five ten sentence fic

[devils-lawboy]

obsessed w blurry backseat kendall.

[crazydiscostu]

Tozo HT2 ANC Headphones

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[begouristore]

Top On Sale Product Recommendations! FIFINE USB/XLR Dynamic Microphone with Touch Mute Button,Headphone jack,I/O Controls,for PC PS5/4 mixer,Gaming MIC Ampligame AM8 Original price: USD 92.84 Now price: USD 59.42 Click&Buy:

[cat-eye-nebula]

𓇻𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 - 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒆𓇻

(Chillstep, Atmospheric Future Garage)

[crybabydaydream]

My sisters boyfriend is being so passive aggressive rn Im too tired

[realmikecurley]

LEICA 0.95

Mercedes-Benz

Paris Saint-Germain

[moonstruckme]

a thought:

reader is literally so grouchy and bratty and tired and is accidentally snapping at (whoever u want) and thennn they take initiative to casual dominance her to take a nap after some tea and it’s just so crazy fluffy!!!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: d/s dynamics

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 708 words

You’d claimed to want to read with Remus on the couch, but you keep huffing like your book is your least favorite thing in the world. Remus wraps a hand around your thigh, rubbing a slow back and forth with his thumb in an attempt to pacify you. He knows precisely what this mood is about. 

“Ugh, this construction noise is the worst!” You glare out the window as if hoping the men across the street will see. 

“Why don’t you use my headphones and try to have a nap, dove,” Remus suggests mildly. “You didn’t get much sleep last night, sounds like it’s catching up to you.” 

You bristle at the implication. “I’m not tired, I’m just sick of this. Nobody asked for the road to be redone. It was perfectly fine before.” 

Remus shoots you a sideways look. The road outside your house was riddled with potholes, and you both know it. If you were in a better mood, you’d be baking cookies for the construction workers to thank them. 

You ignore it, huffing again. “I’m gonna get some dinner,” you say, setting your book down roughly as you stand. 

“Last night’s leftovers are in the fridge.” 

“Don’t feel like those.” 

Remus gives your bum a light swat through your sweatpants as you go by. “Eat something real,” he warns. 

You make a vexed harrumphing sound. He chooses not to hear it. 

What he does hear, less than a minute later, is popcorn popping in the microwave. Remus sighs through his nose, tenting his book on the coffee table and pursuing you into the kitchen. You don’t turn around as his footsteps approach. 

“Dove.” Remus takes your hips, turning you manually. “That’s not a real dinner.” 

You shrug, obstinate. Your stare looks like you’re itching for a fight. “It’s what I feel like.” 

“You haven’t had anything with a vegetable in it all day. You need to pick something else.” 

You roll your eyes, turning back around. Ignoring him. Remus hits the button to shut off the microwave. 

You spin back around, eyes flashing. “You can’t—” 

“That’s enough.” He takes your jaw in his hand, your chin resting at the apex of his thumb and forefinger. “You’re being a brat,” he says in a low, steady voice, “because you’re sleepy and probably because you haven’t eaten a real meal since yesterday. That stops now. You’re going to eat the dinner you made yesterday, which you liked, and then go have a nap. Understand?” 

Remus isn’t really irritated with you. You’re being unruly, sure, but these moods always end once you get what you’re looking for from him. Now he’s given you it, you’ll calm down. 

It’s fucking precious, the way your temper melts away under his hard gaze. Your eyes round out and your head sits heavier in his hand, remorse finding its way into your expression. 

“Sorry,” you say, tone about ten degrees milder than it had just been. 

Remus rolls his eyes at you, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. “I know, darling. You can still make it up to me. Heat up those leftovers, okay?” 

You hum, and he lets you go, kissing the hill of your cheek. 

A minute later, you join him in the living room, curling up next to him on the couch while you eat and he reads. Your posture is already less rigid, the both of you enveloped in companionable silence and the smell of warm food. Your fork clinks as you set your plate down on the coffee table, and when you don’t get up to go to bed, Remus looks over at you. Your eyes are already on him, a question in them.

He fights to repress the smile that curves his lips. “What?” 

“Can I sleep here?” you ask hopefully. “Would it distract you if I put my head on your lap?” 

Remus coos. “No, sweetheart, of course you can.” 

“Are you sure?” you ask, though you’re already lying down, him uncrossing his legs to make his lap more comfortable for you. “You’re not still mad at me?” 

He tsks, petting your hair while you get comfortable. “I’m not. Wanna know a secret?” 

You hum, eyes already closing. 

“I’m never really mad at you, dove.”