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#language

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My little forest cottage desk 🌿🌛✨

#the dream

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entalhando no plástico de material descartado, o trabalho de duke riley

#art #reference: art #whales #oceans

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💀💀💀

#Taylor Swift

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Go check out the new demo for Alex Hill: Whispers at White Oak Inn—my Nancy Drew inspired mystery point-and-click game.

This demo includes voice acting, animation and new areas to explore! 🙌

#Alex Hill

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Muscled women 😌🤌✨

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Got an idea to beat an art block with drawing ✨backs✨ and I also wanted to draw Renee so why not do both at the same time 😀

#The Foxhole Court

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let them smooch!! 

((neil is bending his knees a lil so andrew can reach🙏🏻🙏🏻)

#The Foxhole Court

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🤔🤔🤔

#The Raven Cycle #Declan Lynch #Adam Parrish

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Nice picture.

GILMORE GIRLS | 2.05 x 2.12 x 3.14

Requested by @jess-stolengnome

#Gilmore Girls

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Art by Eldar Akmanaev

#art #angels

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one time i told a guy with a huge punisher decal on his car that i loved the punisher but that i'm too scared to have any of his merch because in the current political climate i wouldn't want people to think i support killing police and the man had. no response whatsoever. he was smiling and completely frozen in place. i'd never seen anyone bluescreen that hard

do with this information what you will

#Punisher

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you can stay, but leave him behind

[4k, sam/andrew, t for language and a lil sexual content]

Sam’s drinking his second cup of coffee when he hears footsteps pounding down the hall, followed by the sound of Andrew throwing up; it’s not a surprise, given everything that happened, but it still makes Sam wince in sympathy. After a minute or two where he tries to focus on doing the previous day’s dishes to drown out the sound, the retching stops. Sam fills a glass of water and gently knocks on the not-quite-closed bathroom door. 

“Don’t—” 

“Too late,” Sam says, kneeling at Andrew’s side and resting a hand at the back of his neck; the other man doesn’t shrug him off, so Sam gently scratches near the base of his skull, finding his skin clammy. “Kinda figured this was gonna happen sooner or later.” Honestly, he’d been expecting it last night, sometime between Andrew waking up in a goddamn deer carcass and practically scrubbing off the top layer of his skin in the shower after. “You think that’s it, or you got more?”

Sniffling roughly, Andrew rises on his knees and spits in the bowl; Sam hands him the water and he rinses his mouth, flushing the toilet after. “Think ‘m okay.”

Sam slides his hand down the back of his sweat-soaked shirt. “You’re not even fucking close to okay,” he says; Andrew is visibly shivering, face ashen, “but I haven’t mopped this floor in a fucking long time, so maybe we move to the living room if you don’t think you’re gonna hurl again.” 

They’ll deal with getting him into fresh clothes later, once Sam’s not face to face with the splashes of dried piss on the outside of the toilet bowl. He strips the shirt off over Andrew’s head and leaves it on the floor as he helps Andrew up and guides him to the couch. As soon as Sam wraps a blanket around him, Andrew curls over on himself, arms held to his chest and head almost on his knees; Sam can’t help but put an arm around him, pressing their bodies as close as the position allows.

It takes ages for Andrew to stop shaking, and when he finally speaks, his voice is thin and hoarse. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up, Blur.”

“It’s never happened before, not like that, he’s never—”

Fucking Ed and his goddamn ghost shit. Sam’s lips are a tight line as he sits up enough to rub Andrew’s back. “Stop talking.”

“I’m trying—I’m fucking trying to figure this shit out—” 

Andrew stops when Sam pushes his fingers into his curls and pulls—not enough to hurt him, just enough to get him to stop fucking babbling. “Andrew.” The other man makes a small sound in reply; Sam keeps the tension on Andrew’s hair for a moment longer, then lets go, scratching his scalp again. “I’m not mad, but you gotta shut the hell up.” 

read the rest on ao3!

#Summer Sons #audi's fic recs

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to solve the phonetime disease you know the one where you get stuck on the phone simulating an unconscious state without letting your brain ever actually rest or think or process. to solve this after a long time trying the 'just try really hard not to do this' method to no success i have developed a proprietary system called signing into bed. on account of this mostly happens to me when i get in bed in the middle of the day. and its very simple its a paper sign in sheet that i keep on my bed (so i see it when im about to get in bed) where i made a table for date, reason/what i will do there, time in, time out, and if i want to get in bed i have to sign in first aka decide on an intention and its kind of changing my life

#reference: misc

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Mark Leidner (via substack)

#actually audi

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i found the tenth circle of hell: it's where your fave blows up on tiktok

#Hozier

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ok so who’s supposed to be rowing

#One Piece

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Orla Sargent

Every card in Orla’s deck featured a couple kissing or making love, whether or not the card’s meaning was about kissing or making love.

#The Raven Cycle #Orla