#we can share custody

[watchfuldeer]

greg hirsch, succession season 1 props

[hey-i-am-trying]

I sweated so much doing this. Pavitr has the coolest suit design, but GOD, it is so hard to draw.

Worth it. This is my child now, and he is adorable

[EDIT: For some reason, the halftones are barely showing and I have no idea how to fix it, can you all comment if you can see the halftones? For those that don't know halftones are the gradient dots you see on comics and some mangas]

[avtvmnalvibes]

I am 20 minutes into the new Pinocchio movie. I almost cried in the first 10 minutes and I am now experiencing extreme maternal instincts toward Pinocchio

[gojonanami]

I think we should 😭 my summonings are bearing no outcome — either not enough of us are summoning or we need to all make some changes to our rituals perhaps books and candles (candles and Kant? I’ll see myself out—)

both. both are necessary.

we gather in the middle of the woods and form a big circle.

we plant many candles, and in between those candles, we place various books related to ethics – aristotle, plato, bentham, kant, j.s. mill, sartre, confucius, hume, locke, machiavelli, marx, alasdair macintyre, etc.

and then we see what happens.

you’re so right and we have to put a bunch of red pens too along with some ethics / philosophy based scholarly articles

who’s in?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Custody Battle: START

[First] Prev <--> Next

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

that’s it, i’m putting you in a jar with everything you could ever want and need, except shaped down to microscopic size. just the way it’s gotta be 🤷‍♀️

[needsmoreexplosions]

@wearewatcher look who I found at the thrift store, of all places! I gotta tell you, my heart just about stopped when I found him in the toy bin. He's missing his glasses, so it makes sense that his price is down from... what was it, $60 new? And the price tag at the store said...

$2.99. So I guess the Prof's glasses run about $57.

He's chilling with me now. We'll get him some new lenses.

[sparkofthemachine]

it’s like 1AM but I just got the Dawn Chimes Shell and I need to yell into the void about how DAMN CUTE FYNCH IS JSDKHFKSJDFH LET ME TAKE HIM HOME!!!   “my OWN cookie!” --> builds a shrine for said cookie and ‘eats’ it while telling his lightbearer how great friendship is and how if he had behaved himself maybe he could have gotten a cookie from The Guardian... UGH I love that cutie bungie!!!

[xeveryxstarfallx]

petition to confiscate the LOV from Horikoshi until he remembers how to treat them properly

[qquackblr]

the qsmpblr adoption of a1 is really funny to me because we just looked at an egg that lived for 5 or so minutes and went ‘ours now’

[roetrolls]

Simpler Times

“Orfuse!” His name, called as a greeting, is laced with just enough exasperation to alert the oracle of what he is about to hear next. “You forgot to lock the door again.”

“Hello to you too, grumpy-pants!” He chirps back, scribbling a note in his journal and listening for his moirail’s familiar, heavy footfall in the hall.

“What if someone wanted to kill you?”

“Well, I don’t think the door’s persuasive enough to help me there.”

“Orfuse.”

“I’m sorry!” he concedes. “I forgot.”

“How?” 

The word comes out with such incredulity that it breaks in two, and Orfuse beams into his notebook. He can’t get enough of the adorable cracks that have begun to grace that ever-deepening voice, as embarrassing as his moirail seems to find them.

“Maybe my hands were full!”

“You’re a handful,” Harlan says fondly, finally coming to a halt in the living room’s entrance.

With a twinkling laugh, Orfuse lifts his head to greet him proper. At once, though, his mirth is stymied, replaced by a horrified gasp and his heart in his throat.

Harlan leans against the doorframe with his clothing wrinkled and his facepaint smudged to nothing, dried blood spattered across his skin. His lip is busted and his cheek is swollen, with a fresh bruise already blooming at his temple.

Orfuse nearly falls from his chair with how fast he leaps from it. “Harly!”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt!” He counters, taking his moirail by the arms and dragging him to sit on the couch for a better look at the damage. His fists seem to have had the worst of it, with knuckles split to bleeding and bruises on his fingers. “What happened?”

“There was a fight,” Harlan answers simply, sitting still and allowing Orfuse’s worried hands to comb through his hair in search of hidden wounds. 

“I can see that,” he says, and it is his turn to be incredulous. Though he can’t seem to find any evidence of injury, there is certainly blood, dried into his tresses in such a way that it crunches between the oracle’s fingers. “Is this yours?”

“No.”

He draws back, relieved.

“But this is,” Harlan adds, raising one sharp, shiny tooth into view. Orfuse gapes, eyes widening into saucers, and the purpleblood grins wide enough for him to see the gap where his canine should have been.

Orfuse tries in vain to lift his jaw off the floor.

“It’ll grow back,” the young subjug shrugs, still flashing him that dimpled, toothless smile. “Faster if you kiss it, maybe?”

“Harly!” He admonishes through a bout of suppressed giggles, shoving at his face with a hand. “What is wrong with you!?”

Harlan guffaws, reaching up to pull the oracle’s arm away. His grip is weaker than Orfuse is used to, and the awkward way he holds the bronzeblood’s wrist to lay a kiss upon his palm belies just how much pain he’s really in.

Pity swells in the oracle’s chest, and he takes one of Harlan’s hands in his to assess the damage once more. He’s not so naive as to be unaware what an injury of this nature means. He has a feeling he doesn’t want to see the other guy.

“I’ll get you some bandages,” he says softly, stifling the instinct to give his palm a squeeze. 

“Thank you.”

It doesn’t take him long to return with the first aid supplies, but a few minutes alone is all it takes for whatever adrenaline carried Harlan here to finish filtering out. By the time Orfuse settles back in to begin cleaning the wounds, his moirail looks exhausted.

“Does anything else hurt?”

Harlan exhales through his nose. “Apart from everything? No. Not from the fight.”

Orfuse flashes him a sympathetic look, pausing his medical ministrations to put a comforting hand on his knee. “Achey?”

“Sharp. The growing kind.” He sighs wearily, his eyelids heavy. “I’d like to be done with it already. I don’t need to get any bigger.”

A silence lingers between them for a moment. Orfuse hopes it’s the welcome sort.

“I’m going to use the alcohol now, alright? It might sting a little.”

Harlan nods in acknowledgement, then looks away, likely hoping to hide whatever reaction he may have when the liquid meets his cuts.

“What was the fight about?”

“You.” His shoulders relax as Orfuse begins wrapping his knuckles, the worst of the process finished. “Krivek wanted to run his mouth again. He called you a leech. Said you made me weak.”

“Harly…” Orfuse frowns. “You can’t go picking fights every time someone says a bad word about me. I don’t want that.”

“You don’t understand the church, Orfuse. There’s no place for weakness in that world. I needed to prove him wrong, for both our sakes.”

“What did you even prove?”

“That you make me strong.”

[jeffament]

i never go thrifting w my friends bc they simply can’t hang w my fervent shopping methods and the ONE TIME i bring my friend with me she found the perfect brett anderson zip up leather jacket and called dibs on it. life is so fucked up and god has it out for me

[octahedral-chaos]

@mystic-131 and @sqarletsworldlesswandering, I have bad news...

I caved... Rockefeller is now my child and I love them... WE HAVE TOO MANY STARFOLK OCS WHYYYYYY-

*Ahem* Anyways.... feel free to doodle them if you want I guess?????

[lucabyte]

ALSO YOUR OCS LOOK SO INTERESTINGGG… i dont have energy to look thru it all rn esp with fixation gnawing on my brain but ill get to them sometime :^) so fun so fun

🤝🤝🤝 The fixation gnaweth on my brain too do not fret. the poor bastards are getting a little neglected for a hot minute all told

BUUUT i am open for questioning and interrogating if ever you do look into my things. I know I've only really got the surface level stuff on display on toyhouse etc but just like anyone with ocs I have a bunch of stuff in my head that's just not written out because I haven't been given an excuse yet lol

[mantisgodsdomain]

Sometimes we are deeply deeply tempted to make line-ups of our AU Versions Of Characters or something of the like, but then we remember our consistent preference for AUs to be canon-adjacent at absolute minimum meaning a lot of them will look relatively same-y combined with our struggle to draw character sizes accurately to each other makes that task a lot harder than it arguably should be.

[useless-englandfacts]

Screaming crying throwing up the original mr blobby costume is on sale on eBay for 26 grand and I have £20 in my bank account