#maybe he is

[deviationmaniac]

Currently sketching my Southern wife

I am gonna push out an Engie suggestive piece, MediSpy being cute and some sweet Bush medicine headcanon art :)

[yoinkschief]

just something silly I whipped up :P

[eggydaxy]

I would actually like bi Han if he were a beautiful butch lesbian

[fairyofthehollow]

I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW HAPPY I AM THAT SEUNGHAN WAS SPOTTED IN PUBLIC AND READING FAN LETTERS ST THAT ONGNEKSKSKDMNFMROGMGMEJSKSKSKSKSKKSSKBahhhRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The sun is shining again. WE ARE SO BACK!!!!!!

[astoundinglyhugespaceobject]

drabbles pt. ?????

adding on to my spot headcanons heres an interaction between olivia o. and spot pre incident i thought about (the headcanon specifically that he cuffs his jeans specifically to show off his obnoxiously patterned long socks)

olivia has stopped in the middle of her tracks, seeing her co worker in the most atrocious socks in the history of clothing in the entire multiverse. this commences.

"nice socks"

"oh, do you like them? thank you! i got them 60% off,"

"they're... interesting,"

"is that... bad??? what does interesting mean..."

"whatever makes you happy, dr. ohnn. they're okay."

"but.... interesting's not exactly like.. the best? what does that mean?"

"i'm so sorry, but... they're orange... with avocados on them??? its a little out there."

"avocado grenades, actually."

"that further proves my point."

"but- dang, alright. are they really bad?"

"no, they're fine, im messing with you."

"they're grenades, octavius, they're a little cool."

"yeah, maybe they are. my mistake."

[gravyhoney]

Bad news everyone, I got my roots re-bleached last night and my hair cut this morning and now I’m twinning with Christ figure himself Lloyd Garmadon I’m gonna be so insufferable about this.

[rioyuprojects]

like the absolute fool he is

[fuzzypuppybuddie]

WHY IS KING BOOM BOO ACTUALLY TERRIFYING???

I wanna take a screenshot but I'm genuinely screaming on his boss fight SJDGAJSHD

[f1tasies]

You grab his hair, pulling at it and tugging it like it's the only thing tethering you to this plane of existence. With him, it's always transcendental. You've never been able to quite say why.

Watching him charm the skirt off a girl he picks up at one of his races physically hurts. You've never felt such a deep jealousy before. You think that's why you keep crawling back to him, despite him never really needing you.

He makes you feel special, like no other girl (or boy, as you've come to learn) matters. When you're with him, he's worshipping your body, he's worshipping you. You know you said you wanted it to be casual, but you just can't. You can't.

He can though. You're probably just another notch on his bedpost, insignificant among all the fish he's caught in his net. You want to hate him for it. You want to forget him and move on. But it's impossible.

No one makes you feel like he does. You think you're addicted to the way he makes you feel, not him, but was there even a difference?

You thought you'd be special. He'd appreciate you when you came to him.

And he did. Always. But he never called. He never looked back. He'd cook you breakfast, drop you back to your house even if it was fifty miles away, kiss you goodbye, but never anything more unless you reached out first.

Why did he have this hold on you? You'd never know. It confused you - didn't you respect yourself even that much? If you had to give advice to yourself, you'd say you were being used. You deserved better. Someone who actually stayed. Not just the next morning either.

You could tell he was getting bored of you too. And you couldn't have that now, could you?

You had a feeling this would be your last time.

The last time he left marks on your neck. The last time you had to groan at a pair of panties he ripped. The last time he'd look into your eyes and kiss your forehead gently, pulling the covers over the two of you as you slept in his arms.

You thought attachments would never be something you'd have a problem with. You were wrong.

But there is no way to be right when you're in love is there?

He leaves early the next day, but he leaves you an omelette. You hate him for it. You grab a simple white button up shirt before your taxi takes you home. It smells like him.

[nkogneatho]

kenny is here🧍🏽‍♀️

[unhinged-naruto-ai]

[chasingpegasus]

[xekstrin]

One of the most memorable interactions was Saturday. Into our booth strolls a small family, tempted by free samples of freshly brewed tea. We chatter and give them the spiel, that the tea is character merch and we’re a cozy health-based app called Forage Friends.

The young girl zeroes in on our pride pins.

“They have my pin!” She says excitedly. “They have my flag!”

The dad blinks. He is surprised, but also calm and positive when he sees it’s the lesbian flag. “Oh. That’s… different from what you told me.”

“That was months ago, dad.” And she rolls her eyes. Definitely a teenager.

I turn to him and say, “Yeah, dad.” And we share a little laugh about it.

He says, “No, it’s great. That’s amazing, honey. It was just news to me.”

“Well, I guess I just decided to stop lying to myself. About liking guys. Like right now.”

A little lesbian just came out to her dad and he was super cool about it.

I’m standing there in my tie-dye mask and my cheery blue apron pouring tea and making small talk and I’m trying really hard not to cry or compare it to my experience, the fire & brimstone, the disgust, the conditional acceptance as long as I never bring it up.

So as this beautiful bonding is going on, the girl’s even younger brother turns his gaze around. He’s in a snorlax hoodie and bored and wants to go look at the swords across the hall. But on the other side of our booth….

“WHY DO PEOPLE DRAW THAT?” He asks loudly, and we all turn to our neighboring booth.

Our neighbors were extremely lovely people. Every time we had a break we would talk, and we became good friends over the weekend. They kept apologizing that their booth was next to ours and we kept repeating that it was totally fine. Their booth was great. I even bought their merchandise.

The thing that was so contentious, that they felt the need to apologize for, was that they were selling explicit titty hentai stickers of popular characters. They were censored with little yellow R18 labels but the content was very clear.

So back to the family: I freeze and immediately go somewhere else to let dad handle this question. With adult customers I’ve been loud and positive about our neighbors. (“Man, how has it been boothing next to them?” It’s been great! They bring a lot of foot traffic and they’re kind and wonderful professional neighbors. If anything it’s a fun juxtaposition. We believe in artistic freedom. I bought a sticker too!)

But this is a kid, it’s not my place to explain anything…. But I was extremely curious about what this chill dad would say.

“Well,” dad says with a long measured silence between each word. “Sometimes people are horny.”

[a1sart]

if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.

Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone

He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT

He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him

and now this.

Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.

Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.

[roninkairi]

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[ayo-edebiri]

Yes!!!