On the way home.
Game of Thrones Daily

Origami Around

⁂
Acquired Stardust
trying on a metaphor
Today's Document
hello vonnie

Product Placement

Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)

Discoholic 🪩
No title available

Andulka

Janaina Medeiros
cherry valley forever
Three Goblin Art
taylor price
Peter Solarz
Cosimo Galluzzi

roma★
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Lithuania
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Romania

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Australia

seen from Lithuania

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Indonesia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
@acesartemis
On the way home.
May Grant + Jobs: Dispatcher, 118 Civilian Liaison & Nurse
i love these suicidal old men
One (1) more self indulgent drawing of a chin hold and two people who are simps for each other
I wanted them, so I made them. Like/Reblog if you use, I guess.
I just need like Eddie and Tommy moving in together.
Tommy accidentally doing like military speak one morning and then realizing that Eddie reacts to it instantly like a pavlovion response.
And Eddie doesn't even realize it, that he's taking orders.
Until something trips and Eddie realizes he's being teased and it ends in Eddie making mad angry faces while Tommy kisses him, laughing until he breaks.
Bonus points if Tommy actually does somehow outrank Eddie as a solider.
avoidance often feels like a gentle partner in crime, it's inaction, but recently it also has helped me reckon with it through the fact it can also be a form of self-harm or even self-punishment. You aren't allowed to do things unless you do them perfectly, or even just well, and it's like being locked out of your own life by a cruel parent.
Of the many things Robby has searched for in his life, the great gladness he feels to simply share a bed with Jack is unlooked for. It’s a steady wonder to him that the heat of Jack’s body, the wrinkling of bedsheets beneath them both, the view of Jack’s face pressed into a pillow, half hidden from view can stir such ordinary happiness inside him. It’s the happiness of the familiar, of the mundane, of a life built from spilled coffee on the kitchen counter and underwear left on the bathroom floor. It’s stolen blankets and post-it-note messages on the fridge; the stale smell of sleep on Jack’s skin and the battered paperbacks in an unsteady pile beside the sofa. It sits like a welcome weight inside Robby’s chest, a grounding sweetness threaded together from rolled eyes and a dozen irritations as much as glancing kisses and deepening smiles.
Robby rolls to his side and slides an arm around Jack’s waist, watches him grumble in his sleep. It is easy to love him, more difficult to be loved. But in this moment there is a calm between them that sings in Robby’s blood, that warms him beyond the tangling of the blankets. He watches Jack sleep until his own eyes close again, and when he drifts, it’s within the boundaries of a safety he didn’t know was missing until Jack took his hand and said, “I'm here.”
kinda embarassing how much they wanted to kiss each other there
this is such a fantastic and reassuring response
For your moodboards Since it’s still MerMay something with ocean vibes
Something something suicidal Buck, something something Mermaid Tommy...
Open prompt if anyone wants to write a drabble for it :)
#arms #arms #arms
THE PITT S02E07 | S02E15
butch/femme date night 💘
patreon // buy prints here
a heatwave is a type of ancient curse