#self rebagel!

[hamiltrashalter]

One day I want it to all be over

I want to lay down after a long day

write down all of my thoughts on paper

fall asleep in silence

and never wake up

[absentia-if]

me over all ur recent rebagels

I don’t know I think I like the idea of calling them rebagels now 😂

I’m glad you enjoyed my rebagels reblogs, I have quite a few older asks that I’d love for my newer followers to see without going through over 2000 posts (unless they’re feeling ambitious enough to do so).

[inun4ki]

⸻〘 死 /// Judgment 〙⸻

independent original character for the jujutsu kaisen universe. selective & mutuals only. 18+, as blog can and will contain triggering material. please read rules & about before interacting ✾ est. 10/23. written by taro

[herawell]

Does Tumblr no longer show notifications from yourself liking or reblogging your own posts?

[readordiebyemilyt]

Someday I’ll shut up about these two, but not today. 💕

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

Rebloging old muse art is therapy and self care

[shadowofthehost]

Vox is a smooth criminal

He got them pumped up kicks

[the-iron-orchid]

Mermaypalooza requests are now closed! Thanks to everyone who sent something in! 🧜🏽‍♂️

(I also made the request post unrebloggable because it escaped containment for some reason, and I will be DAMNED if I'm going to let the post with a bunch of example crops from shop promo renders outpace my actual renders lmao)

[woosansang]

this just in: jung wooyoung has cracked my top ten tags of all time despite this blog being ELEVEN YEARS OLD

[ladyfenring]

not to romanticize myself but. i genuinely love watching my body change with time. it is comforting in a way i can’t put words to. 

[bouqueue]

BOUQUEUE — an multimuse with mostly original muses, some influenced by media. warning that this blog contains mature content so don’t follow if you’re a minor, or uncomfortable with adult topics.   rules, muse roster, etc.  

featured muse: a sparrow that scrapes her knees while falling in love with danger.

heavily entangled with @empyrcal​  /  @dieuour​ so also follow him. thanks.

[happyendingmp3]

Uninstalling tumblr until I manage to watch cr tomorrow. See yall on the other side.

[flatstarcarcosa]

“Well, holy shit, Wilson! Is that you?”

It’s the tone of the voice, as well as the name, that causes the both of them to look up. Reese and Ben have been settled for months now. Mallory was specific about the location she chose. Anyone in the town that may recognize the pair of them either chooses to do nothing about it, or is a plant on the CIA payroll. Regardless, there isn’t anyone within a hundred miles that should be clocking Reese in such a manner.

A bald man in a leather jacket is moving across the bar towards them. There’s an arrogance, and an aggression in his eyes that sets Ben on edge as he approaches. Beside him, he hears Reese suck in a surprised gasp with such intensity that it throws him. He glances over, eyes narrowing, and sets down his beer. “Ginger,” says Reese, voice low and tinted with surprise. “W-what’re you doing here? I thought you didn’t come this far north of the Mason-Dixon; matter’a ‘goddamn principle’, I think you used to say.” “Ah, well,” drawls Ginger. He leans on an empty chair on the other side of the table. “You go where the money is, right? You know how business be.” Reese lets out a forced, stiff laugh. Below the table, they thump Ben’s calf with the toe of their boot. He pops a few more fries into his mouth with one hand and reaches for his wallet with the other. “Don’t rule out the Mason-Dixon, still,” says Reese. “Yeah, well, things’ve stayed a bit hot since Houston,” says Ginger. His eyes track from Reese, to Ben, and back. Ben gets the feeling despite it that he’s not really in the man’s attention, and tests the theory by standing. His chair squeaks against the floor, and Ginger’s gaze remains fixed fully on Reese. He notes that with a soft ‘hm’ and snatches the lunch ticket from the table. “Haven’t been to Houston in years,” says Reese, draining the last of their soda. “I’m surprised,” says Ginger. “I’d have thought you and Crash woulda been out tearin’ shit up after that.” The waitress behind the counter totals out lunch, and Ben lets her keep a hefty tip rather than waiting on change. Reese is standing when he returns to the table, and Ginger’s laser focus on them hasn’t moved. “Way I heard it, Crash took four to the chest,” they say. “You’d know, wouldn’t you?” asks Ginger, brows raising. “See, now, way I heard it was...Crash took four to the chest, but you took two to the head.” Reese says nothing. Ginger grins, spreading his hands. “Thus, my genuine surprise to see you sittin’ here,” he says. “Turned out Crash lived from his four, but I am puzzled about you.” “You know what they say about demises, rumors thereof,” says Reese. “I take it that goes for Crash, too?”

“Damnedest fuckin’ thing,” says Ginger, “not only did he not die, word got it he was a fuckin’ narc the whole time.” “Y’don’t say,” says Reese, almost distractedly. “News to me. Like I said, I ain’t been back to Houston in a while.”

“I’ll have to catch you up, huh?” says Ginger, somehow managing to add to the smile. “Like I said, go where the money is.” “Oh, yeah, sure,” says Reese. They take a step back from the table, slipping one arm around Ben’s to pull him towards the door with more force than necessary. “Be seeing you.” “You bet,” says Ginger.

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

It’s good to see you posting art again! Have you been hoarding these for awhile, or did you make them pretty recently?

Do you mean my self rebloged art? Those aren't new, I figured I toss back some older ones for the occasion sort of

I haven't been too motivated with bug oc stuff recently but hopefully some day I'll come back to some!

I have been drawing tho it's been mostly commissions and not all is HK related, you can check my art blog for some @fly-sky-high-arts