#my stuff

[lemon-lime-behavior]

he is like a barbie 2 me

[necromancelena]

The Girls. You know them

[kyoteugly]

Autumn

Tags: @summerofbuddie - week 8: fall/autumn @onkidahonki @hitorizu @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddiebeginz (feel free to ask to be added or removed from the tags)

[gracefuldisasters]

Happy Hobbit Day! :D

This one was a beast, but man it was fun.

Once again, the poetry is from my super cool friend, Meg. Who also wrote the poem for this set of drawings. Though, if you asked her, she'd just tell you that she only rhymed what Tolkien wrote in the House of Healing chapter. Regardless, scream some love in the comments for her!

Update! The poem has now been posted on AO3!

Or- check out her other poems and writings here! She's got a bunch!

With that being said, thank you, Meg, for giving me the proper outlet to draw this scene. I would not have been able to get nearly this far or include this much emotion without you <3

[clarisinne]

Harvey / (Cringefail) Farmer pt. 70

Junimo shenanigans

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[sturridges]

DREAM OF THE ENDLESS | seasons 1 & 2

[florad0ra]

Do you remember.... The 21st night of September?

Happy (belated) broppy day!!!! (12x18" canvas, screenshot ref/WIP under cut)

[randomgenericcoolname]

Tell you what, we coulda had a good life together! Fuckin' real good life! Had us a place of our own. But you didn't want it, Ford. So what we got now is the portal!

[teapachi]

decided to finish an old drawing of tiny aventurine antics, I still can't believe we just canonically have that happen in game.

[mossy-box]

Old Leo art I doubt I’ll ever finish tbh..

[mcqraw]

[trustiskingandqueen]

I wanted to see the world in color, through your eyes and through your mind

[lacythoughts]

'stiles,' he sighs, smashing one cheek into the pillow he was just happily drooling on and his phone to the other. 'there's no such thing as ghosts.'

'derek hale you are a living and breathing alpha werewolf, there is no way you can say with 100% absolute certainty that there are no such thing as ghosts.'

'then how come I just did.'

'derek hale do not get smart with me! what's a little run through the woods at 2 in the morning anyway?'

stiles thinks he would run??? at this time of night? when he has a whole car with 4 wheels and a gas pedal? he snorts, 'no.'

'derek william hale.'

'you saying my full name is not going to get me out of bed, stiles. i was just there two hours ago.' he's absolutely refusing to get out of bed. no. nope. stiles can't make him.

'... please.'

oh fuck.

[weewoowings]

Could this be it?

Buck and Tommy were draped over the couch, their limbs tangled in a comfortable mess. The living room was dim, the soft glow of a forgotten TV casting flickers of light across their faces. Something played on the screen—neither of them cared to follow it. The background noise was a hum, barely registering beyond the sound of their steady breathing.

Tommy’s head rested against the back of the couch, his eyes half-lidded, heavy with exhaustion. His fingers idly carded through Evan’s curls, the motion slow, soothing, as though each stroke could erase the weight of the long day from both of them. His boyfriend was pressed against his chest, his body relaxed, sinking into Tommy as if they were trying to merge into one.

They were quiet, their breaths syncing with each rise and fall of the other’s chest. The rhythmic in-and-out filled the space between them, steady, grounding. It was the kind of quiet that felt like home—words weren’t needed, the silence was enough.

His thumb traced the shell of Evan’s ear before his hand returned to its soft path through his hair. He could feel the tension slipping out of Evan’s muscles, the way he melted further into him, like he’d been waiting for this moment to finally let go. Tommy pressed his cheek against the top of his head, inhaling the faint scent of his shampoo, mixed with the lingering smell of the day’s sweat and city air. It wasn’t perfect, but it was perfect because it was them.

“You okay?” Tommy asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if anything louder would break the quiet.

Buck made a soft noise in response, something between a hum and a sigh. He shifted slightly, his face burrowing into Tommy’s neck, the warmth of him pressing in, seeking comfort. Tommy’s hand stayed in his hair, fingers curling gently, his touch so soft it almost tickled.

“I love you,” Buck mumbled, barely conscious of the words as they tumbled out of his mouth. They were unplanned, said without thought, like a secret whispered into the dark where it felt safe.

Tommy froze for just a beat, the words sinking in, and then he smiled. His hand stilled in Evan’s curls, his other arm wrapping tighter around him, pulling him impossibly closer.

“I love you too,” Tommy murmured, pressing a kiss to his birthmark. His voice was as gentle as his touch, as if the words themselves were something precious.

Buck, half-asleep, smiled against Tommy’s chest, his body growing heavier with the weight of comfort and certainty. The simple exchange of words had settled something deep within him, something he hadn’t even realized was tense. Saying I love you hadn’t been a decision, it had just happened—and the way Tommy had pulled him closer afterward, the warmth in his voice, made Buck feel like he’d found a home in that moment. He could still feel the echo of Tommy’s words, I love you too, lingering in the quiet, wrapping around his heart like a second layer of comfort.

Tommy’s hand had stilled in his curls, but Buck could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath his cheek. He knew Tommy was awake, probably thinking the same thing, maybe replaying those words like he was. The ease between them now felt like breathing—natural, effortless. He didn’t need anything more than this right now. Just them, just being.

Tommy’s heart thudded steadily under Evan’s ear, and he found himself smiling softly too. There was no rush, no need to say anything more. The moment was full enough, and Tommy knew they had time—plenty of time for more words, more quiet moments, more soft confessions. This was the start of something new and easy, and the certainty of it settled over him like the perfect blanket.

They both lay there, wrapped in each other, breathing in the quiet, as the flicker of the TV faded into the background.

[clarisinne]

Commission I did for @antifacatra, her sigma farmer Caspian interacting with Cringefail for the first time!!! This was so fun to do, they'd have the funniest dynamic with her being constantly uncomfortable

[lianhuajing]