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unnocturnal · 4 months
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i was cold in my room so i drew my wife
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thegroovyskull · 29 days
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drew me and my friends theriotypes :3
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gemkun · 1 day
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dr. ratio mention from the wife that's it my night is made
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i had so much anxiety today and it was mostly bc little things just KEPT HAPPENING
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callmearcturus · 1 year
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Thank god Luther was around to inform Ethan when he was being a weirdo, or else he'd really screw this all up.
(In which everyone but Ethan keeps touching Benji, and Ethan would happily waterboard himself if it'd explain why watching everyone touch Benji made him experience emotions.)
Part 2 of 3. In this chapter, Ilsa is a complication. Because she always complicates things.
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blastburned · 10 months
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dan giving me full cinematographer rights to cold open a scene in saffron city
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batsinurbelfrey · 1 year
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For the Record. I am My Own Muse is ALSO eating me alive. I can just only make art So Fast.
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sunweaves · 3 months
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staying the night prompts
@lambblooded asked: ❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞ (visiting for healing? 👀💖)
It had unfortunately not been the first time Vigor had visited Marcella in such a sorry, injured state, and she knew it would not be the last. Though she often tried to talk him out of getting into such trouble, she knew there was little more to be done about it; it was his decision to change, not hers. All she could do was soften the blow each time he came to her bleeding and battered after things went wrong.
His wounds had knitted together, closed and perhaps a touch sore but he would recover quickly. He always did. She often insisted he stay to rest. Marcella was sat on the edge of the bed she had told him to take for the night, giving him one last look over for anything she may have missed before pulling the blankets up over his waist. That was when his words hit her, with her hand still resting upon the blanket over his chest.
Her gaze met his and she raised a brow, her expression softening from the concern that had been etched there all evening. The bed was a touch small for them to share, unfortunately.
"I'll stay as long as I can." Until he fell asleep, really. She knew he had many of his own demons to face, that of course they would manifest in a number of ways. To hear he had nightmares was unfortunately not a surprise to the cleric. She leaned over, hand still splayed against his chest, to press a soft kiss to his temple. "Get some sleep."
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mwagneto · 1 year
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sorry idk but the way the world is so fast and the people in it still want it to be faster is sooo annoying to me. people groaning while standing in line for 3 minutes people being mad the train ride is gonna take 2 hours people complaining that the bus is a few minutes late people being angry that construction work is taking months even though it used to take decades. don't you see the world is already so so so fast in every single aspect can't you understand that being mad will do nothing and just make your mood worse. enjoy the moments of stillness you're given. just stand in line and look at the people around you. sit on the train and watch the scenery. you'll get there.
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killbaned · 11 months
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i opened the free preview for the thg prequel novel assuming it gives you a couple chapters and stops and it did but it
it fucking
it stopped in the middle of a GODDAMN SENTENCE????
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animasend · 1 year
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which private expression of love do you most represent?
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The familiar smell of your lover where their neck meets their shoulder
it’s nameless. you couldn’t apply language to it and do it justice if you tried. it’s a hug going on longer than it’s meant to, wearing their sweatshirt on the way home and crying because it smells so inviting. it’s sinking into a kiss, using their shampoo in the shower, burying yourself a little deeper in the sheets because you’ve never felt so comfortable. whenever they ask you to describe their smell, all you can think is warm, familiar, mine. when you ask them to describe yours they say: it smells like you. home is wherever you can be beside them. everywhere you go is perfect as long as you’re together.
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flatstarcarcosa · 1 year
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i put the new house on the snowy escape map not realizing it’s within walking distance of the ski slopes so slade’s sim keeps fucking going skiing every time i wander away from the game for more than 30 seconds
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kojitheopossum · 28 days
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like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head
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cjadewyton · 1 year
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Today we go in to talk about getting one cat on new thyroid meds (he was allergic to the others) and tomorrow we see if our other cat’s cancer has progressed & if we have to put him down
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myuminji · 6 months
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Doodles of loser behaviour (he gets kisses)
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Another loser behaviour (he gets kisses, again)
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they bring Roberto a headache on a daily basis
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smash-chu · 4 months
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Karlach, one of the women of all time
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