#me mow

[kettleghost]

misc adventure time doodles for today :D

[geometryyaoi]

minor character drawings compilation post

[robot0artist]

Princess Bubblegum and her brother Neddy

[teethcritter]

Finn vs Me-Mow

like this?

[funfettified]

first legal tattoos! :D

[sakucrossing]

[strijdishop]

I'm running an Adventure Time/Fionna and Cake bracket to determine which underrepresented characters deserve to have me make enamel pins of them! Please vote and share!

[lucyllawless]

#xena definitely owns multiple "happy wife, happy life" t-shirts

[quartergremlin]

did you ever expect to have "Jesus egg" as one of your more popular tags

god no, mot evem whem i made the first egg comic.

most people hate child ocs (and i wasn't particularly interested either), so I never planned on making lena a character. This was just an ask that ballooned out of control. seriously. Every single part of jesus egg except for "baby fever" happened directly because of you guys. Yall kept asking questions and loving her and making me want to love and know more about her too! So uh. Thank you!

[mtndw-whteout]

Oh to be a different person, in a different life.

I wrote somethin, its an au ive been festering with for a while

sorry for all the angst lately

Sirens rang through Reigens mind as he stared blankly at the wall before him. The smell of burnt wood and ash stained his nose, and his chest heaved heavily. 

The sound of discomfort wailed from the small child against his chest, snot-filled cries filling the silence. Reigen peered down at the child - Ritsu - lightly hushing him in hopes of comforting him. Ritsu stirred as he cried, his ash-covered face scrunched. Tears ran down his cheeks, leaving streaks through the muddied mess. Reigen's mouth pulled down into a frown, noting the small blisters forming on Ritsu’s cheeks and hands. 

Beside him, another child sat, leaning against Reigen as he watched out the window. Unlike Ritsu, he had not cried once since they arrived at Reigen’s small apartment. Shigeo was older, though, by only a year. He had as much reason to cry as his brother did, but he didn’t. 

Instead, he sat quietly, his face equally blistered and ash-covered, and watched the visible stars move slowly. 

Reigen didn’t know what to make of the situation. It was only a few days prior that he sat at the Kageyama’s table, laughing and carrying on. Then he got the call; he didn’t even remember getting into his car. The sight of the house - the home they had welcomed him into - in flames. He remembered briefly having Ritsu placed into his arms as Shigeo stood by him, his eyes glued to the street. His trembling hand holding onto his sleeve. The relief that flooded him knowing they were okay was beat by the dread of knowing that their parents weren’t. 

After a ride in an ambulance and a day at the hospital later, they were deemed okay to leave. He was told they weren’t in the house long after the fire started. Burn cream was applied to their faces and arms, but other than that they were healthy. 

Just apply the cream daily until the blisters are gone. He could do that.

Right. 

Now he was in charge of two kids when he barely could take care of himself; and as much as that feeling overwhelmed him, he knew he had to pull through. He was, at the moment, the only one the boys had. 

“Reigen..?” Shigeo called, his voice small just like the rest of him. He faced up at him, he looked tired. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Reigen’s voice cracked but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Shigeo rubbed one of his eyes with the back of his hand. 

“Can I take a bath?” 

“Of course, will you watch your brother while I run the water?” He asked as he shifted to stand. He placed Ritsu in Shigeo’s awaiting arms, the younger boy had fallen asleep and only stirred at the movement.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, watching Shigeo nod slightly. He made his way to the bathroom, the tile cold against his sock-covered feet. Turning the faucet on, he plugged the tub and watched the water pour for a moment. 

Returning to the living room, he noticed Shigeo humming and rocking Ritsu in his arms. It was sickly sweet to watch, it made his chest tighten uncomfortably. 

“The bath should be ready soon.” He told Shigeo as he seated himself in front of the boy. 

Shigeo looked up at him, his eyes barely staying open as he offered a small smile. 

“‘itsu’s bein’ fussy,” Shigeo said, his voice just above a whisper. “‘e’s tired, like me.” 

“Yeah? You ready to go to bed soon?” Reigen asked and was met with a yawn in response. He laughed. “If you want, we can go out and get some Mobdonalds in the morning. How does that sound?” 

Shigeo hummed, too tired for words. Reigen smiled and stood up once again. He reached down and offered to take Ritsu. Shigeo allowed his brother to be scooped up and accepted the hand that was extended to him afterward. Ritsu awoke again, whining only a little as they made their way to the bathroom.

After a lot of bubbles and gentle scrubbing, they were finally ash-free. Their blisters thankfully were healing quickly, especially only after such a short amount of time. 

Reigen got them dressed for bed and soon they fell asleep beside him on his bed. Unfortunately for him, sleep didn’t come anytime soon. He spent his time staring at his ceiling; thinking of how his future was going to look from now on.

UGH im not good at writing im sorry, im just didn't want to draw it out

basically, in short, The Kageyama house fire? yeah it happens and the kageparents don't survive, and Reigen, who the Kageparents had known since he was 14, is now Ritsu and Shigeos guardian. An older brother of sorts.

Reigen is 20, Shigeo is 4 and Ritsu is 2, going on 3.

AAAHHHHHH

[iwasbored777]

Me: Why are people obsessed with girlfriends wearing their boyfriends' clothes it's cute but not that cute it's overrated it's not that big of a deal

Also me when Gwen walked out wearing Miles' jacket:

[mirananananan]

i’m so dead still thinking about that moment in the punisher where frank was trying to comfort (?) amy when she had just shot someone and she was like, “wtf omg i just killed someone,” and frank was like, “oh no, you sweet summer flower, you just shot him,” *turns and shoots* “i killed him, see?”

[sweetaspiesammy]

obsessed with this and them

[star-quill]

had this thought and now i can't get it out of my mind.

you're new to the neighbourhood, a few people have introduced themselves to you, brought you cookies or pie or pasta bakes and you haven't had a chance to finish them yet—and it's been a month.

you're taking the trash out one day, nothing new, when you notice someone mowing the lawn across the road from you. it was that nice old guy's house, the one who brought you over some key lime pie, which was absolutely delicious. and speaking of delicious, the man mowing the lawn was absolutely one of, no no, the best looking man you'd ever seen. however, you saw no van or truck with any equipment in it so he must live nearby. he noticed you standing in your driveway, trash bag in hand and he smiled and waved. he turned off the mower and jogged across the road to say hello.

he was so much taller, and bigger, up close. you didn't expect it, and surprisingly, you didn't falter at all when you spoke to him, learned his name was peter and he lived with nice cookie guy, who turned out to be his grandfather. he even offered to mow your lawn, which was getting slightly overgrown and you more than happily obliged.

he came over the next day, a day even hotter than the day before. halfway through mowing your lawn, he peeled his t-shirt off, slinging it over his shoulder. you watched from your sofa, moaning slightly as you saw his upper body muscles flex when his shirt came off. his slightly wavy, curly hair was getting damp, the heat from the sun making him sweat profusely. you had no idea what prompted you to make him a glass of ice cold water and bring it to him but you did anyway. watching as his throat bobbed when the liquid went down, a gasp leaving his lips when he finally stopped drinking.

that was not supposed to be a turn on but oh my god, the way his throat moved, the way his eyes squeezed shut. he was insane. he thanked you and handed you the glass back, and now you decided to falter and you dropped the glass. you frantically went down to pick it up and apologised before running back inside. you had no idea he followed you back inside until you turned around in your kitchen and he was stood there, a soft apologetic look on his face.

he spoke first, and you let the conversation flow until you must've accidentally blurted out that you thought he was attractive. he stepped towards you, almost cornering you against the kitchen counter. he was so smug now, grinning at you.

"need me to stop? or should i keep going?"

all you could muster out was a moan and not a second later, his arms were under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. his lips attached to your neck, leaving soft kisses and nips, little bruises and marks forming across your neck.

he only came over to mow your lawn.

[toryarts]

some emo belphie inspired heavily by this post

[kamishirowxs]

star alliance dz4589

i thought the concept was really fun so i came up with. a bunch of stuff