#maybe another night

[tangerinequeen19]

Louis accepting the fact he mixed up the Walls lyrics - FITFWT 2023, Brighton

[shadow3142]

Reviving the ancient art of homestuck panel edits

[lemon-wedges]

Sorry you're gonna have to repeat that

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Vanny and Amanda from DBD would get along..

[xxplastic-cubexx]

throws these at you

[mrghostrat]

Though he’d promised Aziraphale his attention, his head was turned towards a screen on his right, and the angle of his camera suggested the phone was tucked at the base of his keyboard and monitor. Aziraphale was actually grateful for it; Crowley’s momentary distractedness gave him the time to recover from the sight of him dressed up so professionally. “I, er— yes. I need your help though.” Crowley turned to him suddenly, leaning in close and grinning like a shared secret. Big Name Feelings • 3. Speeding Up

i am so at peace. 5 hrs totally zenned out on these colours. i'm gonna see his face in my dreams 🥰

[chrisrin]

HE'S GONNA STEAL--NOT JUST YOUR HEART--BUT EVERYTHING YOU OWN AS WELL!!!

[clonerightsagenda]

"what if you had a mutual aid network that occasionally told interdimensional monsters to fuck off": Discworld witches as a concept

[cheeseburgersinparadise]

me, explaining feedism to my partner and showing him stuff that’s hot to me: ITS WEIRD I KNOW ITS WEIRD IM SORRY I LOVE YOU

him, perfectly calm: I appreciate how difficult this is for you and how you’re trusting me completely and being very vulnerable but really all you’ve shown me are pictures of hot fat guys and, hear me out, I don’t think it’s really that weird?

[arttsuka]

I HAD A VISION

can u draw Octavius finding Jed hiding in a room secretly practicing Latin on duolingo

*ba-bling ✅!”

“Hm?”

…

“Jed? What-“

*in very bad accent* “duo viri domi habitant 🤠”

“Jed.”

“AAH-“

*Ba-boom. ❌*

No pressure obviously lol

Taking your word about the duolingo sounds here

[hoppips]

follow the deer to follow the owl

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

[fairweathermyth]

GROSSE POINTE BLANK dir. George Armitage, 1997

[realareturns]

A better quality look at some of NiGHTS’ acrobatics in JoD (this shows 10 of their 12 tricks— no matter what I did I could only get these 10 to occur, and the file names don’t indicate what each move should look like or how to do it 😔)

[sergle]

I think I'm going to make a temperature blanket this year

[thrumugnyr]

''The stables were empty, but Tamlin had taught me how to ride bareback these past few weeks, and my white mare was soon trotting along...''

This was supposed to be for the Free Day prompt for @feylinweek - sorry for being late! I really wanted to draw this scene because I love drawing horses!

Canon compliant mask version under the cut: