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[falsesecuritysketches]

He takes his child everywhere!

[heretherebeturtles-comic]

DID YOU KNOW THAT ANDY SURIANO TALKED ABT YOUR COMIC ON INSTA???????????

YEAH I SAW IT!

really cool!!!!!! nice things were said about my art and story!!!!!! i am so flattered!!!!!!!!!! i am still figuring out how to react to it all!!!

[isjasz]

[Day 73]

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Manifesting returning and new members in life series season 5 starts NOW🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

+ a bonus for my replies on twt (I WANTED TO DRAW ANOTHER BATCH BUT NO TIME KSJDAWIJDKL)

[thoughtfulchaos773]

@ambeauty and I were talking about this part, and it will forever be hilarious.

Carmy's face.

He knew that the last thing he should be doing was seeing Claire and losing his focus on Sydney.

Claire is not a threat because the show tells us that, as much as she's called Clairebear, she doesn't align with the family. Pop told us this through Sydney's "I'm sorry that you're here. " In this episode, Richie already told him the table Claire was sitting at was 31, and Carmy was not paying attention and couldn't care less about Claire. He just feels guilty.

[lastoneout]

Ngl the fact that the guidelines for shinigami eyes say that theyfab is not an anti-trans slur and thus not enough to mark someone as anti-trans and equates transmedicalist as being just as harmful as "tenderqueer" despite it claiming to support nonbinary people is uh. Yeah starting to kinda think this extension has overall been a net negative for the trans and queer communities and was always going to end up like this.

[sssammich]

For supercorp 💗 🥹🥹

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

thanks for your patience, anon! alas, i have gone overboard once more because i cannot help myself.

ask meme

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she's been given a mandatory month off from supergirl duties. she's not sick, she hasn't solar flared, and she's not hurting for any freelance work that requires her attention. she had simply been told that she needed to take the time off and to avoid any caped hero work unless absolutely necessary.

so that's why she's here now, without superhero work for the next thirty days. free to do whatever she wants.

after the initial shock washes over her, she places her hands on her hips and nods towards alex and j'onn. she knows exactly what she wants to do with her freedom.

"okay."

"look, before you fight th--okay?" alex stares at her, wide eyes mirroring kara's. "really?"

she shrugs, already heading towards the elevator. no need to fight the inevitable. "really."

as the elevator doors close in front of her, she can't help smirking in amusement at the identical confused expressions on both of their faces.

she has one destination in mind.

-

she knocks on the massive wooden door, though she knows she doesn't need to. it's a formality at this point considering the unrestricted access that she's been granted to enter the top floor of this condominium highrise.

still, she waits, because the anticipation is half the fun.

her face splits into an easy smile when lena opens the door to her with her own toothy grin.

"heya," she greets, stepping foot into what she calls home: within lena's arms.

"hello to you, too," lena says, swift yet careful in wrapping kara in her arms. her hands are open as they rub circles on kara's back. kara sinks further into lena's embrace, pulling lena further into her. "how are you?"

"i'm great."

lena stares into her eyes. "yeah?"

"oh yeah. i'm on vacation." she emphatically nods.

lena beams at that. "funny you say that. me too."

she quirks a brow at that, though she shouldn't be surprised. a month vacation doesn't just fall into people's laps without explanation. "yeah?"

"oh yeah," lena mimics her.

kara, still holding lena in her arms, pulls the other woman back in, the two of them swinging in place. "what a coincidence, right?"

lena throws her head back in laughter.

-

they arrive in a private villa off the coast of naples.

it's a modest hillside two bedroom house that overlooks the gulf below. when the local guide roll their suitcases for them, he unknowingly wheels lena's to one room and hers to the other. she smirks and lena tips him handsomely--enough that his olive skin tinges in embarrassment at just how much is in his hands. when their eyes meet after he leaves, they break into a giggle.

because they know the truth, despite not uttering a word of it: why bother taking up more room when right by each other's side is all the space they'll want to take.

despite the destination of her luggage, her body follows after lena to the other room, the one with the better view of the water. just as well, lena's body follows after her when they busy themselves in the kitchen to make themselves a quick dinner. when they finish, they share the hammock sitting out on the back deck, lena's head on her chest and her arms around her waist, while kara's arms wind their way in holding lena against her, their limbs tangled.

when lena yawns a few too many times, they call it a night. lena leads, their hands entwined, and they end up on lena's bed, drawing back the thin covers enough to stave off the inevitable cool night air.

-

they walk everywhere, always touching. a hand on the arm the elbow the bicep the small of her back. an arm slung over a shoulder or hooked together.

it's when they reach a destination that kara's courage grows, that lena's bravery broadens.

when they travel to the town square market as they shop for groceries that lips find their way on one another's skin; the temple the cheek the forehead.

when they treat themselves to a picnic right by a vineyard and lena is leaning back on her between her legs, lips chance on a bare and pale shoulder.

when they lounge in the hammock and lena is resting on her chest, lips chance on collarbones and behind the ears.

when they tire themselves out from full days, fuller stomachs, and fullest hearts that they are in bed and lena is facing her and their legs are tangled with one another, lips chance on entwined hands and fingers.

each one given freely, each one received gracefully.

soon, kara thinks, this will all change. especially when they cross the final threshold between them. though that's a formality at this point, all things considered.

still, she will wait until that happens, more than happy to be exactly where she is.

-

thirty days is long and short and is plenty and is not enough.

on their last day while they wait for their local guide to collect them, they stand on the corner edge of the back deck, lena in her arms as they overlook the gulf for the last time.

"i don't want to go back to work," she murmurs into lena's ear. lena twists in kara's arms until they're facing one another.

"you don't have to, if you really don't want to."

"we can move into this villa. i'll learn to fish. you can sell them at the market."

lena laughs in her arms and kara holds her tighter, like trying to capture lightning in a bottle.

"you're no good as a fisherman, sweetheart."

kara pouts because it's probably true. but she'll learn for lena.

"well, next time we're on vacation, we ought to come back."

"anything you want," lena says, her eyes dipping down to where kara's lips are.

"anything?"

lena nods, assuring, her eyes darkening. kara's smile widens and she leans forward just enough, their noses brushing.

kara is ready for what's to come. she's ready for lena.

still, she waits, because the anticipation is half the fun.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Obsessed with what hypothetical terror trio Noah Izzy and Sierra would look like

This is how I envision the Terror Trio becoming friends.

* In the Celebrity Manhunt episode, Sierra mentions a rumour about Noah having false teeth- it's later revealed that Izzy's the one who's been feeding Sierra 'information' on the cast. So Izzy was the one to spread the rumour. That's why Noah gives her a look here, he knows Izzy's been airing his secrets.

[jyae23]

Six Sentence Sunday Already?!

Plenty of thanks to @rimeswithpurple for the tag!

I did not meet my own deadline (BOO TOMATO TOMATO)

In other news, I think this account turns 2 months old today. I can proudly say that Snowbaz still has a choke-hold on me and the grip is only getting tighter from here.

Simon realises the gravity of the situation as well as his feelings for Baz. All it took was 16 condoms. (Don't look at me like that. I'm as shocked as you.)

NOTHING EXPLICIT. Simon thinks about his feelings:

I feel like a maniac for liking him. This isn't what people do: They don't have a truce with their enemies and then have sex with them. Even after our truce, we can't go back to normal.  Because after everything we've been through, I would want to be more than friends. Am I a moron for assuming that our past wank and sex sessions makes us more than friends? Am I crazy for believing Baz would ever feel something for me?

"I'm not sure why it surprised me when he left—I'd been reminding him for the last twenty-four hours that we weren't friends, kisses notwithstanding." Carry On Chapter 67 Page 380

"I am," I say. "But you're wrong. Nothing is going back to normal after this. How could it?"

"Because were friends now?"

"Because we're more than that." Carry On Chapter 62 Page 353

"He'd make me feel like I dreamt this whole thing—like I was a maniac and a moron for believing he'd ever felt something for me." Carry On Chapter 67 Page 383

I think this is how Simon would react given that they're friends with benefits adjacent now.

May peace and success grace your presence this coming week.

@jazzydl @gonzalesfreecs @lovelettersto-mars @bookishbroadwayandblind @catthehappy @thewholelemon @the-beard-of-edward-teach @roomwithanopenfire @fiend-for-culture @blackberrysummerblog @bachusekart @facewithoutheart AND EVERYONE ELSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED AND INCLUDED

[endennnope]

I don't like the entity anymore chat......

someone liked it???? shdjshd

[falsesecuritysketches]

It seems I have quite a few cat lovers as well as hello kitty lovers making their way to my strawpage, so I did the next logical step. Draw something no one wanted. Have a cat boy instead of a dog boy.

Thanks for your drawings everyone! I hope I get to see more!

[fluxedbuds]

I feel the need to draw overly complicated dresses. who should be the next to get a magical girl outfit

[ask-morningstar-helel]

Someone bumps into Morningstar. Rather heavily, so.

Martyn swears, and with a rub of his head and a moment to force his eyes to focus, he finally steadies his weight over two weak legs. And, only now, it seems, he finally decides to look upwards to the thing he had stumbled so ignorantly into. Not a wall. A whole person. Thanks Doc, for sending him into this new, random world with a push. Right into the back of someone... tall. And scary looking.

"I'm--" he manages, looking up at the... person. Well, they're not anyone Martyn's familiar with, he can gather. "I'm so sorry. I'm--" the blonde-haired, green-clothed, black-bandana-ed figure breathes, as if out of breath, and he squints, as if still not able to see. Jumping worlds, that. Not something easily to be used to.

"Oh god, okay. Here we go. I'm terribly sorry for the uh- abrupt entry." Entry? Where did this blonde guy even come from? He's... he's a survivor, that's for sure; stitches and stuffing. But he... he looks different to the others. Doesn't quite look like he belongs, funnily enough. "I'm Martyn. Martyn Littlewood," he says, extending a hand and trying his best at a smile, "So what's the deal around here, huh? Are we in the 18th century or something with that outfit? What's up with the stilts?"

The Morningstar was a bit surprised by the person who suddenly seemed to appear out of no where and bump into him.

It was a curious expression that passed across his face when he stared down at the one calling himself Martyn Littlewood. The things that stood out to Helel were the oddities that Littlewood possessed and how he did not appear to be from this world.

"Martyn Littlewood? What a particular name you have there. It's not exactly one I've ever heard before.. As for this place? It's a place of fallen gods and overthrown leaders in high towers"

he replied, a wide grin adorning his face as he stared down at Martyn. He found curiosity in this survivor, the particular name and outfit were the things that caught his attention.

"As for myself? I will answer a few of these... questions to have about me as you seem ill informed about the on goings here. I am the Morningstar, the one now in charge of these people. My attire is one of royalty and one to be respected."

With a curious tilt of his head, the Morningstar lent down

"And how about yourself Littlewood? who may you be for I have never laid eyes on someone as curious as yourself"

[quackity1999]

If you could get rid of one of us, who would you kill?

Would it be the ones who trigger you? Who poke, and prod, and make now seem like then. Those who can't get enough of your suffering, taking your energy and joy and making it into their own, the ones who make you their feast.

Would it be the spam? Us who commercialize your mind, using you as clout, such is your purpose? Just a pretty face to put on a package, to advertise a glorious nation and a glamorous life.

Or maybe the poets- capturing your attention with their paragraph and metaphors, taking your time, taking you away from the world and deep into your own mind. Comparing you and your actions to all of what you hate, and what you hate to be. Reminding you of what you've become.

But maybe it's the ones who care. The soft ones, the ones who could so easily trick and manipulate you. It's so familiar, and yet not. Because you've done this before, long enough to be paranoid of it. But still new- the names they call you, their encouragement, it's not something you've heard all that often. They make you seem childish, soft. Not even just that, they make you feel things you haven't in a long time. You can handle abuse, ridicule, objectification- but this is new. Can you handle new?

What'll it be?

. . i think you're all out to get me in some way or another. it's not about the killing— i've always been better at building something you can't take down easily.

i don't know, okay? fuck, man. quit acting as if any of you even fucking know me.

trust me, you don't.

[falseren]

false pov: ren is always ignoring my messages about collabs :<

ren pov: told her about his new haircut. sent her a pic of him watching her play mcc while eating ice cream. apparently had a discussion about jelly snakes.

[riacte]

REN BDAY STREAM??? AND HE ACTUALLY HANGS OUT WITH HIS FRIENDS FOR ONCE?? (not including false because she’s the one friend he actually talks to on any sort of regular basis) LORD TAKE ME

“not including false because she’s the one friend he actually talks to on any sort of regular basis” HELP but that’s real 😭 not sure if he’s actually going to stream but HOPEFULLY… rendog grand return to twitch with his fav people…

[livefromtheyard]

listened to wine about it uncensored w squeex and had no idea what happened w avghans until five minutes ago