#making a mess

[gifs-of-puppets]

Muppet Stuff Promotional Video (1981)

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

Charging into the weekend!

Amos would like it to be noted that he isn't the one flinging woodchips everywhere.  He's just innocently admiring the banana chip container and staying out of Naomi's way.

Thanks for visiting the blog and we hope you all have a great weekend!  Stay safe out there and we'll be back with more bunny cuteness on Monday.

[navybrat817]

I’m ready to sound absolutely stupid, but I’ve been out of fandom in general for half a decade now and I need to know 😅 do you know where that gif of Bucky in the nice kitchen, spilling food on his shirt from? Is it the new Captain America movie? I keep seeing it but not a source for it

Hey, nonnie! Not a stupid question. The short clip is from a Thunderbolts trailer.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[stellabellababygirl]

I can tell I’ve been edging myself a lot recently by hornyposting so much on Tumblr because when I came just now I squirted in my own face 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Squirting as a trans woman is so fun

[kaisercaimo]

i didnt realise i had done so many studies of badgers.

they're gorgeous creatures, but the anatomy is tricky, I've found it hard to find good reference images. i even went to the dead zoo to look at specimens of taxidermy to learn more about their feet.

i also didn't realise these pages were so absolutely filthy. you'd think i'd been doing this long enough to learn to stop smearing the page with the heel of my hand or leaving sketches lying around on my desk when i'm dicking around on other projects (like home-made ink). but you would be wrong.

[monkeymeghan]

Boy, today was a day! At work I just was not in the zone on bar. My first oopsie was hitting a cup that had mocha and peppermint syrup on the edge of the bar, dropping it on the counter, and having it splash all over me—my face, arms, hands, apron, and on one of my fellow barista’s backs. 😬 My second mess was when I had an iced grande white mocha that I was trying to put a dome lid on. The cup buckled and tipped over and spilled everything onto the counter. Ya know, all you can do is laugh!

I did have a few good moments today, though. On my break, I gave my secret Santa his gifts and he loved them and asked to give me a hug. His excitement and joy made me feel so good. I love giving gifts, and try to put some thought into it. So I got him a blu-ray of the exorcist (it was on his wishlist!), a blank journal with cats on it and some cat pens (he’s a writer, and he has a cat), and a small bottle of cetaphil lotion like the one he keeps in his apron pocket (the sanitizer dries out our hands).

The other good thing that happened on my break was I found out that there will be stargate sg-1 funko pops! 😁 I immediately pre-ordered them lol.

[itsawhumpyroad]

Chapter 10: Pit Stop III - Waltzing with Morpheus (AO3)

Francis’ transformation had begun swiftly. He’d fought alongside Mr. Boyle, Richie and Monk — proving himself through grit and skill. Mr. Boyle had no qualms about proclaiming him soon as his right-hand man. Gone were his rough, street-worn clothes; replaced by sleek, tailored suits and perfectly knotted ties.

He’d abandoned the dingy apartment where his father had met his end and where the moldy walls still carried the echoes of his mother’s dirty secrets. Mr. Boyle had offered him a room in his opulent mansion, a grand gesture of goodwill and trust. Yet Francis had politely declined, opting instead for a condo in a quiet suburb of Chicago. He’d valued his new family, but also his independence, and his own place provided a sense of privacy amidst the chaos of his new life.

However, Mr. Boyle had welcomed him at all times, inviting him to take full advantage of the mansion’s amenities as if they were his own. Francis had accepted this offer, finding himself occasionally lounging in one of their swimming pools, wrapped in a plush towel after a steamy session in the sauna, or savoring exquisite food crafted by Mr. Boyle’s personal chef Mr. Goldrick.

Inevitably, he had also caught glimpses of Richie’s erratic life: Girlfriends fluttered in and out of the mansion with alarming frequency. Some came for the glitz and the cash, exploiting his wealth for their own gain. Other relationships were genuine and intense and craved Richie’s affection. Their laughter would often ripple through the halls, and more than once Francis had awkwardly stumbled upon them together. But what all those relationships had in common was their brevity, each one plunging Richie into heartbreak that either catapulted him into the wild swirl of Chicago’s nightlife or further entrenched him in their underworld businesses.

Read more on AO3.

[beemintty]

I hope my best is enough...

the unending doubt is always going to swallow me up, begging to be listened to.

don't say that, you're making a mess.

don't do that, you're making a mess.

don't think that, you're making a mess.

I am a mess. I hope that's enough.

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

Chaos bun!

I love how the wood chips in the wake of Naomi's path of destruction haven't even hit the ground yet in this pic. Amos is looking on in awe as it never occurred to him that he could kick an entire litter box over and make his own confetti cannon as the wood chips got sucked up into the fan.

[littlestar3737]

Haiii guyss

I'm working on lore for my Gods OC and it's going very good (·∀·)

chapter 1 is already done :3

when I’m fully done with chapter 2, I will post chapter 1 (the girl)

Olímpicos



[kashe86]

Omg look at their little face!! So happy with themselves hahaha

Source

[demaparbat-hp]

That infamous prison escape.

[noregrets0088]

[itsawhumpyroad]

Chapter 5: Collateral Damage I (AO3)

Ominous and shrouded in fog, Detroit's skyline loomed over them to the east. Like a thousand watchful eyes, the bright lights of the skyscrapers stared down at the Detroit River, following Michelle's every move.

Blowing out a cloud of white smoke, Francis drew the small gap in the yellow curtain. He stubbed out his cigarette on the table he was sitting, and the stub joined the others that had been piling up there for hours. A quick glance at the watch — seven o'clock.

Rock 'n' Roll blared out from the cockpit.

Grim eyes fell on Richie; he hadn't moved for hours. The pistol in his limp hand bobbed up and down on his bloodstained, rolled-up shirt in uneven breaths. Another glass of water with antibiotics on the table waited to be drunk, but Richie was out cold. With an infection like this and without tackling the underlying issue — a fucking hole in his stomach — the medicine was just a drop in the ocean. The bandages around his abdomen had remained dry and clean so far. But Richie needed a doctor, a real one, because even though it might have looked like they'd stopped the bleeding, Francis didn't know what damage the marble had actually done.

Maybe he was slowly bleeding to death inside.

Read more on AO3.

[axokoi]

i get into too many fucking rarepairs/dead fandoms CONSTANTLY. WDYM I CLEARED OUT THE TAG IN 2-3 DAYS??? WDYM I HAVE NOTHING ELSE LEFT?????