#mid but yeah.

[fence-time]

Redrew my old zit designs :3

The ugly babies in question

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s live-streaming in his studio when Steve comes into the room like, “Did you hear about Lydia Martinez?”

Eddie: Who?

Steve: Lydia… Dude, she sat behind you in Click’s class

Eddie: ????

Steve: Tuesday/Thursdays?? 1985????

Steve: Big Farrah Fawcett hair. Green eyes. Great… *gestures* boobies. She was sweet! Really cute. Let you copy her homework. You know.

Eddie:

Eddie: Yesterday, you forgot what the password on your phone was but you remember a random person we went to high school with?

Steve, rolling his eyes: You know her though, right?

Eddie: Clearly not!

Steve: Well, she died. Heart attack.

[sableeira]

whoever edited that bsd official art to make it look like chuuya is holding onto dazai’s arm will be put on trial for irrevocably changing my brain chemistry and making me so much worse

the original and the edit in question. this artwork really makes me crave a mid to late 19th century historical au where Chuuya is a swordsman struggling with changes to his job due to the meiji restoration and with Dazai as a detective/private investigator who hires Chuuya as his bodyguard when a seemingly harmless investigation turns dangerous. they kind of hate each other (as per usual) but Chuuya needs the job and Dazai, while he proclaims to dislike chuuya, is also very smitten with chuuya’s fighting style and temper (as per usual).

[reineydraws]

caught the sprace bug in 2023 lol. i blame tommy bracco's arms, eyes, and smile, in that order. 🥲💖

[redhotarsenic]

@nowfallc PICTURE!! FOR YOU!! PLEASE TAKE IT!! <3

[oh-katsuki]

i love putting characters through hurt and im thinking right now about the "one that got away" trope, particularly in the context of the katy perry song....

katsuki sitting alone in his kitchen. it's well lit, beautiful really. everything a successful pro-hero could ever hope to have, but he can't help but think about the person he'd originally intended to share it with.

all those years ago on his shitty couch in his shitty apartment, you tucked under his arm with a glass of shitty chardonnay that sloshes every time you laugh with your belly. fantasizing about having the type of open living room that would let you see into the kitchen. about an archway with crown-molding, peering into a warmly lit kitchen. no more renting. talking with you about the type of furniture you'd fill the space with. warm dark wood, an antique dining table, bookshelves and not needing to worry about just how much space they take up.

he can't help but think about how he'd decorated it the way you'd talked about. it was unconsciously done, of course and he only really notices it on late nights like these. when he's alone with a cup of steaming tea and takes a moment to remember where he is. katsuki can't help but feel that you'd like the way he decorated his house. like somehow, on some level, he'd done it for you.

of course, that was years ago. 10 maybe? yeah, 10 sounds right. it may be longer, but if it is, katsuki doesn't really want to think about it. just more wasted time.

he tries to be positive about it, about his good standing in life. fame, wealth, power even. he tries to be grateful for the blessings, for the job he loves, the home he finds beautiful, the friends who pulled him out when you left. katsuki tries to move on, to continue forward. but nights like these make the wound fresh. they cut him open a little bit.

it could have been really good, he thinks. if he'd been a little smarter or a little wiser. if he'd ponied up his courage to... be more. pride's a bitch though and it really only leaves you when what matters most already has. but it could have been good. this house could have been good. you could have sat with him, worried about him. he could have taken care of you.

there have been other people. katsuki has tried, he really has. but he's still a bit too stubborn. it only gets worse with age. everyone has a little bit of you in them. something that reminds him of the way things could have been. snippets of someone too far away to reach. yeah, they all have a little bit of you, but they're not you. that's where katuski thinks he's gone wrong.

he has people that never really leave him. that's just who he is. you're one of them, he supposes. in another life, you wouldn't be the one that got away. he'd look in the mirror at his premature gray hairs and instead of being alone, you'd come up next to him and tell him that you've always liked a silver fox. yeah, that sounds about right, like something you would say.

you're probably married now. katsuki can't really bring himself to check, doesn't really want to. no point in mulling it over, he thinks. his tea's getting cold.

[hotwings0203]

“Those are some big words,” he purrs in your ear as he sidles around your body, stalking your immobile figure. “You sure you know what they mean sweetheart?”

“If the words restraining order are too big for you, then you’re an even bigger dumbass than I thought,” you snarl, yet unable to stop your fingers from clutching your drink tighter.

You knew you shouldn’t have came to the house party, but when you both have overlapping mutual friends then it’s either sucking up for a night or living as a hermit.

And you’d rather eat hot rocks than let him know his presence scares you

So you succumb to entertaining him for the meantime, the latter option being to run away screaming while simultaneously committing social suicide. He’s too sly, too under-the-radar to actually evoke some suspicion on everyone else’s behalf. His innuendos, downright lewd videos of him jacking off over your stolen jacket, and constant involvement in any social gathering you’re at are telltale signs that he never got over your initial rejection. You can’t even call it out now because you know you’d be labeled as a hypocrite for leading him on and not being as curt as you should’ve been.

But you can’t really be blamed, not when he has everyone wrapped around his ring-laden fingers.

He chuckles at your bite, and leans in from behind you to coo in your ear.

“You sound nervous, baby. Try saying that again with your full chest, go on, I’ll give you another chance to make me feel like you believe what you’re saying.”

His deep voice is low and raspy with barely-concealed lust, and you realize with a jolt of despair why he chose to come up to you towards the end of the party instead of addressing you in the beginning.

Almost everyone here is drunk, the aftermath of the party evident with loose bodies sprawled around the couches or wobbling over to attempt beer-pong for the umpteenth time.

“F-fuck off,” you try to sound confident and cool but your voice betrays you and comes out as a whine, or worse, a plea. You wince as he simpers at your pathetic state.

He can sense you tense up as he slings an arm around your shoulders and neck casually, and goes for the kill.

“Fuck off?” He mimics the way your voice breaks in a high-pitched obnoxious tone, and tightens his arms over your chest, squeezing your soft bits with more pressure.

You want to move, to push his offensive grip off but the truth is you’re terrified. If you piss him off, no one can come to your help. You’re alone with him in a sea of intoxicated bodies, but you don’t exactly want to roll over and show him your stomach.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck alright,” he snickers at himself, rocking his hips into you.

“But let’s get one thing straight. The only reason we’re not fucking is because I dont want to fuck right now.”

He leans impossibly closer, eliciting a barely-concealed whine from you as his long tongue brushes over your earlobe.

“I wanna play.”

[revlischarm]

Reeeeeeaaaally shit quality, but. Some acesan and zolu doodles as a treat from a while back.

Idk man I’m only on episode like 823 or whatever I’m still in Whole Cake Island. I’m already brewing up au shit. I love this funky fucking show so much. Everyone is my favorite.

This is the whole sketch page, I was working out design stuff. Every time I draw Ace he looks like he just smoked a joint for some reason. Help.

[introloves]

gojo n his stupid habit of lifting his shirt up when hes mid convo with you

[ricky-mortis]

So- Spytown?

I’m in love with this au so much

Inspired by @dxppercxdxver ‘s Spies Are Forever/Hadestown AU. Also by @szollibisz incredible, just out of this world art, and @smytherines many, many text posts about it from the past few days.

[marikodraws]

✏️ Shinjiro sketchlog (2024 February)

[amaranthdahlia]

[chapter 408] extended cut - sewer chase scene

[vitamin-zeeth]

Matt is so correct Colin is just the player character in the Calorum video game. He doesn't know what he's fucking doing and literally just latched onto the first guy who gave him a Quest and has not left him for 2 years. He looks exactly like every Skyrim/Assassin's Creed/other similar game player character. I can just imagine him going around pressing X to interact

[taiturner]

MARI + her sweaters

[bronzeplates]

fnaf at freddy's

[caluupin]

slightly old but hey! nacl dnd <3