#i hope these are okay!

[liamobrienlove]

Liam O’Brien doing the THING.

                     ----- requested by @samuraiko​

[missmisdemeanor]

happy dadfucker friday!! scorched earth has followed my shadow ever since i first read it, it totally tilted my line of sight toward samjohn xD i was wondering if you had any samjohn hcs?

so i don't love samjohn the way i love deanjohn, admittedly. so this one's a thinker for me. but i will try.

in line with scorched earth, i think sam feels loved when john treats him like he hasn't grown up. some part of him likes being thought of as john's boy, as his son and the thing that needs protecting, in a way dean has never been. he's utterly convinced that dean is the favourite, so it's validating in a sick way when john snaps and acts possessive, or when he's gentle and marvelling at how much sam's grown.

also the real reason sam doesn't like some of dean's music is because it's john's music, and that's the classic rock song he was gently fucked to, and the guilt of keeping that secret even after john's death just eats him up inside.

[enemylines]

♡ closed for @sakurapizza ♡ muse ; hudson trevino

"and we both drew blood but man those cuts were never equal."

[husbandomail-archive]

Ok I'm sorry for so many but would it be possible to get traveling headcanons for nessa, guzma, and ryuki?

no need to apologize lmao, I run this blog exactly bc I wanna write for people!!

Nessa:

Your first impression of Nessa had been wrong. You’d heard she was a model, and then you’d seen some of her photoshoots and commercials, so you had assumed she was prissy and not up for a rough-and-tumble adventure. Then you had mentioned you were traveling to Circhester next, and she’d asked if she could come with you; you had only agreed because you wondered how a model would handle the Wild Area.

She handled it far better than you could. Nessa’s long legs carried her through the tall grass as if she was floating; you, on the other hand, were constantly being tripped up by grass knots, weighed down by the bags on your back. Nessa would turn back to check on you and you’d just smile, assuring her you were fine— she was so confident in herself, you felt bad for ever doubting her.

One of Nessa’s more obscure talents is how easily she reads the weather. You had been relying on your Rotom phone and its little news pop-ups; Nessa, though, was able to just glance toward the sky and tell you it would be raining tomorrow, or the wind was about to pick up so you’d better be careful with your tent. She’s not really the type to talk much about herself, but she does mention that it’s a skill from living near the water— maybe she could teach you sometime too.

Guzma:

Guzma was difficult to travel with, and you’d expected as much. Constantly charging into battles despite being exhausted, wanting to argue with every suggestion you made— but he’d promised to escort you from Po Town back to Malie Garden, and he had every intention of keeping that promise. Even though you were butting heads every few minutes about which path through Route 17 would be the quickest.

Impulsive as always, Guzma was ill-prepared for his escort mission; you’d been traveling long enough, your bag full of food and supplies. Guzma simply had whatever was in his pockets. He walked several steps ahead of you, his Golisopod ahead of you both and easily cutting a path through the thick foilage. You would glance up at your not-quite-valiant escort only to find him watching you from the corner of his eye— when your gaze met his, Guzma’s face would flush bright red and he’d turn around with a scowl, only to peek back at you again. After so many echoes of “You sure you ain’t hungry?” or “I bet you ain’t used to walkin’ like this,” you finally took the hint. Time to set up camp.

Although he tried to act tough, Guzma’s facade would slip just enough for you to file new information away in your mind. Usually he wasn’t much for cooking; the moment your campfire was blazing, though, he was setting up the metal dishes you’d pulled out, tearing berries apart with his hands, tossing some of them into the pot and others to the pokemon. He’d let his Surskit bury itself in his hair as he worked, his movements sloppy but confident— but when he realized you were watching, he would inevitably fumble. If you were lucky enough— if he was nervous enough— he might talk too much and tell you about himself.

Ryuki:

Honestly, what else were you expecting from a trip with an entertainer? The biggest surprise was the fact that he’d chosen you. Ryuki had suddenly declared his intention to journey until inspiration struck him, and he’d be needing an assistant to carry his things and buy his dinner— and, (un)fortunately, you’d been the first person he laid eyes on.

And that’s how you ended up in the midst of Lush Jungle for the first time since your island trials. You weren’t quite struggling under the weight of Ryuki’s luggage; his bags were more clunky than anything, obscuring your vision and making you glad his gaudy outfit was so easy to spot amidst the sea of green. When you’d first met the rock star, you figured he was shallow, but he paid well; it was times like this, though, that you occasionally realized there was something else underneath. When you stumbled and dropped one of his cases, Ryuki was quick to reach out, helping you steady yourself before he cared about his luggage in the mud.

He was a night person, you learned that too. Even as the sun faded out and left you plunging blindly through the darkness, he showed no signs of exhaustion— if anything, he seemed thrilled to bring out his Turtonator and keep trudging along in its emberlight. But Ryuki was also observant; he noticed you slowing down behind him. He was the one to stop first, kicking aside debris on the ground until you had room to spread your sleeping bag, and he was the one to scrounge up dinner as you rested, yet again relying on Turtonator’s flames to roast it to perfection. When it was just the two of you, Ryuki wasn’t putting on an act.

[oculusxcaro]

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First and foremost, Khare is super fucking attentive when it comes to people's allergies??? She might not be the sharpest pin in the cushion but you better believe this girl is adamant af about her customer's health and well-being. There will not be ANY nuts going anywhere near Lupin and his food should he become a regular at Pauli's Diner and Khare will always keep him up to date regarding any changes to the menu. Even if he's a dick to her, Khare is a firm believer that nobody deserves to die of anaphylactic shock!

If Lupin flirts with her, she is not going to pick up on any of what he says. Compliments about her eyes or how nicely she's done her hair? Khare will simply smile and say "Thanks!" which'll probably leave Lupin cold. How dare she. Honestly, she'll just accept his compliments at face value and her actions will be equally honest in turn, not flirting for a bigger tip but simply treating him as a valued customer because... well, he is!

Mutual disdain of dogs, or rather dogs behaving negatively towards them? They can smell the weird on these two, Lupin being a fox demon and Khare being a pseudomutant. While Lupin has a phobia of canines, Khare does not, making her an excellent deterrent should inquisitive noses get too close else they'll end up on the receiving end of a nasty shock. Fortunately for Lupin, his immunity to electricity makes it safe for him to hang around an agitated Khare.

Even if Lupin's not the nicest guy around, Khare will -melt- if she sees him being nice to animals. Saving frogs and reptiles from getting squished? Feeding the pigeons and stray cats? Gasp, she does it too! Khare firmly believes that anybody who treats animals nicely can't be all that bad of a person. Would absolutely love listening to him play on the piano.

[christadeguchi]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[mintytrifecta]

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]

[tizzymcwizzy]

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!

and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[sunlitsoil]

there is always tomorrow

[thirdtimed]

beautiful grianful world.. links to all the artists' profiles under the cut :D

linktoo-doodles

jellitchi

avo0930

alienssstufff

cherrifire

grianhate

luniise

tibbycaps

skimmeh

pippeinnit

i linked everyones tumblrs if they had one, otherwise it leads to twitter!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby went into the pit and made a FNAF friend..

[ayanathedork]

my beautiful friend who has all the drawing ideas to keep me going <3

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[hinamie]

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[adaki]

Wanted to do some biblically accurate mh art