#gonna make this into a little series

[griffinkid]

Some plushie positivity: Birgitte reminding you to get some air, it's good for you 🍃

[spocks-kaathyra]

my second born son <333

taking suggestions for who to make next!!

[meep-meep-richie]

he stays with me

[hollis-art]

5. wander

[beif0ngs]

at this point, i'm just in awe at how they f*cked up a live action adaptation of ATLA twice... TWICE 🤦

[jojo-schmo]

Gently kisses you like you’re my greatest treasure, my most precious partner

bonus for top right doodle:

[queenlucythevaliant]

harder than you think

i. When the Narnians stole Edmund away from beneath the Witch's blade, they told him he was safe. This wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

ii. They brought him to the Stone Table. It was night. Edmund doubted very much that he would find safety there, for he still recoiled at the name of Aslan. He slept fitfully and woke the next morning before the sun was up.

iii. A sliver of gold just beyond the tent flap captured his attention, there in the dark. Unaccountably, Edmund felt the urge to rise and go towards it.

iv. And there was Aslan, who was supposed to be fearsome, supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be powerful, and he was he was he was. Dimly, Edmund felt himself hitting the ground.

v. But then Aslan said, “Come, Son of Adam. Let us walk a while, and reason together.”

vi. And as they walked together, in the cool dewy grass of early morning, the Lion told Edmund everything that he had ever done.

vii. They were standing in front of the Table when the conversation turned. Aslan spoke a riddle of a house blasted into rubble which he would piece back together overnight. He spoke of flesh being pierced, blood being shed, and of rejected stones being used for new foundations. He spoke about water welling up forever, washing you clean of everything you ever did wrong, all the blood that you ever thought of shedding, everything you ever tried to steal, and a river that carries you home when you can't walk anymore and spits you out brand new when it reaches the sea.

viii. Edmund's head swam. Silently, he yearned for the wisdom to understand what he was being told; or, failing that, at least to remember it for as long as it took him to puzzle it out.

ix. And then, the Witch. Then, the battle. The thrones. A year passed, and winter came. In its time, it melted back to glorious spring.

x. “Edmund,” said Lucy one day. “There's something we need to tell you.” She and Susan were cloaked in springtime gossamer, like fairy queens in poems he only half remembered. They sat on the window seat in his study, holding hands white-knuckled: his two beloved sisters.

xi. “It's about Aslan,” Susan said. “And the White Witch, and how he made her renounce her claim on your blood. The night before Beruna, he went back to the Stone Table.”

xii. “He let her kill him,” Lucy cut in. “Instead of you. And then, because he hadn't done anything wrong, the Emperor's Deeper Magic brought him back to life.”

xiii. “We've been arguing all year about how much to tell you,” said Susan wryly. Then, a little gentler, “We don't want to hurt you, but we feel you ought to be told what he did for you.”

xiv. And Edmund, who had never forgotten what Aslan told him on that cool, dewy morning before the sun came up, shut his eyes and whispered, “I know.”

xv. I know, he said. I know that he died. I know that he did it for me. I know he lived again because I saw him the next day, and the next, and the next. I think I know what it means - or at least, I know the shape of it.

xvi. “Oh,” said Lucy. “We should have realized that he would have told you himself.”

xvii. “Yes. But please, tell me the story all the same.”

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[casualavocados]

On the last night of our first stayover, why did you ask to look into my eyes? I wanted to know if I was blushing because of you. Were you? No. No doubt. I was blushing to death then. How about now? Am I making you blush?

Fourth Nattawat as GUN & Gemini Norawit as TINN in MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT (2022-2023)

[ace-geographer]

Hey everyone, may I offer you all some text post memes in these trying times?

Part 10/?

[cj-the-random-artist]

I need to go to sleep but here's the accidental tax evasion comic, featuring: friendship drama (oooh). It's too late at night for me to explain the thoughts that I have related to the kind of broken-abandoned-friendship dynamics between Imp and Skizz and the Royal Court in this AU, because there is, in fact, a story there, but if y'all are curious feel free to drop an ask in my askbox and I'll answer it at some point :D

Anyways. It's very late and I am tired. Enjoy this 18 page long comic that melted my brain a ton and have good day :D

[notmoreflippingelves]

[brother-lipsmackariah]

Porsche sees this murder brat kill 6 people with his bare hands to protect his little brother and decides to adopt him on the spot AND act as his wingman

[arttsuka]

The ponies are back.

I'm not insane about them (me when I'm lying)

[invertedspoon]

i don't know much about splatoon but my friend @soggy-cheesecake told me to draw them :)

[fisheito]

I know I've made my stance on the issue qUITE apparent. But just to reiterate