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kaysdenofchaos · 1 month
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Sobbing the twins are everything to me YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDD
Wips of Donnie w future Leo + @angelpuns Lil Leo sshshshshs 💙
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cowardlykrow · 2 months
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“Not my circus, not my monkeys”… Except those are his monkeys and they are the circus
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fantasykiri5 · 2 months
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RIZ “THE BALL” GUKGAK EVERYBODY 👏👏👏👏👏
(Transparent vers under the cut)
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lightbluesleeper · 2 months
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IT’S DONE AND ONLY A DAY LATE
no seriously though, hlvrai is one of my favourite things on the internet . ever and all i really want to say is a huge thanks to RTVS for creating this goofy ass series 🧡🧡
happy 4 year anniversary funny half life :)
closeups under the cut incase tumblr slaughters the quality :D
and i know i drew the lambda the wrong way shush
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jstertv · 5 months
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more role swap au content but it’s just Julie and Frank I finished these all back to back it was great
I love the way the lighting and colors came out in this one, I don’t do backgrounds all that often let alone of the outside so this was fun :]
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this one was actually the first piece I did because I couldn’t get the image of them showing off their matching heart shoes outta my head
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they do be dancing…. and matching outfits
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and then a look at my next piece, as a treat
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heynhay · 9 months
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lifelike
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borf420 · 4 months
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VLAD? VLAD MASTERS?
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pachimation · 1 year
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this man is just doing his best to keep it together rn
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romansmartini · 7 months
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watching “gay” media in 2012: ughhh i hope my precious little cinnamon roll does something a little limp wristed in this episode. i hope when a minor character accuses them of being gay in a way that’s nearly classifiable as a hate crime they don’t vehemently deny it this time!
watching gay media in 2023: ughhhh i hope i get to see blorbo from my shows getting spitroasted and fucked sideways from sunday and getting his balls tickled and getting it total sloppy wet style
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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y’all won’t be satisfied until you run every black writer off this app and I’m so serious. Yes, I’m being rude to anybody that takes time out of their day to post some dumb ass remarks (a recycled one at that) and uses it to disrespect black writers of any capacity. Sitting up screaming about wanting more representation and the black reader fics being nonexistent but y’all get mad about everything. Yes, I’m cussing y’all out everytime I see it and I’m blocking idc. Free, FREE content that people took time to create, y’all are being nasty about it. We don’t owe y’all grace or kindness. Especially when we can see the hypocrisy. Go to hell with gas undies on and leave us alone. And please write whatever y’all want and fuck these people. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk
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llumimoon · 1 year
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You don’t need a reason to love somebody, you just do.
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greelin · 1 month
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now i will admit i like quite a few tasteful astarion gifsets. as is my right and honor as a bisexual man. i like to see him. something entrancing about the moving picture. he has bewitched me body and soul. but occasionally tumblr will recommend me the same gifset that is borderline full frontal and it’s always a jumpscare. scrolling in public is like playing russian roulette and the bullet is white elf penis
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shy-the-trash-lion · 2 months
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Hi ✨ Getting into Dragon Ball (mayhaps)
Check out my silly wares ✨
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xjustakay · 4 months
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✺ (1/8) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: converse — 1,130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; going through harry’s baby things)
“Oh no.” There’s a dramatic level of pain in James’ voice —there has been all afternoon since they started this project— and Regulus sighs quietly, lips twitching at the corners. “Reg, look at these.”
Regulus finishes folding the quilt that Pandora made for Harry to leave the hospital in, sets it in its new box marked ‘keep,’ then turns to his husband. 
This has been a common occurrence as they’ve undertaken this task; going through Harry’s baby things to see what they truly need to hold onto and what can be donated has been an emotional journey. Admittedly, Regulus is having a progressively difficult time keeping it together the more that they find, but he’s let James be the one to express the feelings they’re both experiencing. Loudly and repetitively.
Balanced on James’ wide palm is a pair of infant-sized Converse, so tiny it’s hard to believe they ever belonged to a person, much less that that person was the five year old that’s currently coloring at a folding table in the corner of their garage. The little shoes are red, matching a pair that James has kept consistently replaced and in his wardrobe for years.
“I can’t believe he was ever this small,” James muses, stroking one finger over the laces of one.
“I know,” Regulus sighs, bottom lip jutting out in a faint pout. Okay, it’s getting to him now. They’ve been at this for hours, they’re near done. He told himself he wasn’t going to get in his feelings about this, at least not until they’d finished, but… “I think I miss it.”
“Me too.” James reaches for his hand, tows him close to his side to curl his arm around him, both their gazes remaining fixed on the baby shoes. “Should we have another one?”
Regulus lets out a surprised sounding laugh, swinging a backhanded swat gently into James’ stomach. “We have Luna in the picture, too.”
“Also no longer a baby,” James points out. “We could definitely do it.”
“You’re forgetting an important detail.”
“What’s that?”
Regulus half-turns in the curl of James’ arm to look toward their son where Harry sits. A marker clutched just a smidge too tight in one hand, tongue poking out between his teeth in concentration. There’s smudges of different marker colors on his hands, a few pens uncapped and drying out scattered on the table top. Harry doesn’t look up until Regulus calls his name.
“Yes, papa?” He nudges his glasses up and blinks wide green eyes over at him, curious.
“How do you feel about having a baby brother or sister?” Regulus asks.
Harry’s brow furrows deeply. “I already have a sister.”
Regulus gestures toward the little boy as if his point has just been made.
“Another one, then. Wouldn’t that be fun, mate?” James suggests.
Scrunching his face up further in thought, Harry tilts his head, taps the marker in his hand against his chin. Regulus huffs a quiet laugh when the pause extends for several seconds, serious thought clearly being given to this question. In the end, Harry shrugs his shoulders dramatically, keeping them held up toward his ears.
“Well, I don’t know,” He says. “Would I have to share my toys?”
“You already have to share your toys, because that’s the nice thing to do,” Regulus reminds him.
“But a baby can’t play with all of my toys. Because they’re a baby and I’m not a baby.”
“Solid logic on that, mate,” James chuckles. He moves to set the red Converse on the table between the keep and donate boxes, undecided on where they belong. “We’ll think about it, eh? Put a pin in it?”
Harry looks at them both for a long moment before nodding his head once, poking his open marker into the air like he’s physically putting a pin in the thought. Instead of returning to coloring, he drops the marker onto the table —Regulus makes a mental note to replace this pack again when it’s the fifth one left to dry out. Wiggling off his chair, Harry comes over to them, picking up the shoes James sat down.
“Were these mine?” He asks, giggling when he stuffs his fingers into one and wears it like an odd glove. “They’re so small.”
“Yeah, so were you,” Regulus hums.
“But I’m tall now. Taller than Luna and Draco, too.” Harry puts the other shoe on his opposite hand, smacking the small soles together in semblance of a clap.
“You used to match daddy when you wore those shoes as a baby, you know,” Regulus tells him, pointing at his hidden hands.
“Used to put you in them all the time when we’d go out together,” James adds, smiling fondly.
Harry looks down at the shoes, silly with his hands in them, then back up at the two of them with an unexpected frown. “How come we don’t anymore?”
Regulus turns his head, looking at James in playful accusation. “An excellent question.”
“Hey, now, don’t act like this is my fault. You were the one that encouraged him making all his own choices. He never picked the Converse himself,” James argues.
“Well, I could get some now, daddy,” Harry stresses like this is the most obvious answer. He holds up his hands, shoes on display. “‘Cause these ones are too small.”
“Should we save them for the baby, you think?” James asks him.
“So we can all match.” Harry nods at first but then cuts himself short, eyes landing on Regulus. “But papa doesn’t have any.”
“Red isn’t papa’s color,” Regulus says.
“Beg to differ.” James’ mumble earns him an elbow in the ribs, a laugh punching out of him. “We’ll get some for papa, too, just for fun.”
“And then these ones are for the baby,” Harry confirms, setting the Converse back on the table.
“Well. We’ve circled back to this very quickly,” Regulus comments, amused, shaking his head slowly.
James hums in acknowledgment, grinning triumphantly when Regulus looks at him. He leans in and leaves a kiss against his forehead, lips still pressed against the spot, breath breezing through black curls, when he tells Harry to drop the shoes into the keep box for them. Regulus watches him examine each box, fondness blooming warmth in his chest as Harry sounds out letters he recognizes to figure out which box is the right one. 
They’ve all done such a good job with this perfect little boy of theirs, doing it all over again with a new baby might just make life impossibly more wonderful.
We’ll put a pin in it, Regulus thinks again.
He’ll have to wait and see when it’s truly circled back to in seriousness. He keeps it to himself that he wouldn’t mind if it was sooner rather than later.
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xrenyaa · 3 months
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[based on the statue „génie du mal“ by guillaume geefs]
sukuna being the fallen one is the one thing that will never leave my brain
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jstertv · 4 months
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warm hands @:)
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a winters comic I had in the backlogs since March or so but didn’t want to make until the weather was appropriate
this is based on a little fun fact Clown shared about Wally liking to hold warm things like bowls of soup, so I’d assume he does the same with cups of hot chocolate. he just doesn’t drink the hot chocolate afterwards
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