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131-di

the contrabass saxophone is such an absurd instrument

medicalalucard-deactivated20201

talk dirty to me

illogicalhumanoid

Have ya’ll seen the double contrabass flute before???

131-di

reblogging my own post because what in the fuck

leaf-jelly

i give you the contrabass tuba. Why is it real. I dont know.

carbink

Know what’s even better?

HYPERBASS FLUTE

paulsrockinpagoda

my counter:

piccolo trombone

fucking what

B I G D O O T

You know….like Nya?

okay so maybe i have favs

capricorpus

did you know they make bouquets of squeaky toy flowers for dogs

pompadorkery

@machonachos and I have some Monster Prom headcanons that we need to thrust upon the universe.

Oz has a horrifying goopy toothy sharp nightmare fuel mouth and y’all can fight me.

aquatic-sardonic

I was watching the music video for “Kill the director” when I saw:

don’t see him yet?

It’s him!

soft-butch-cassidy

Domestic au where Gabriel is a costume designer who loves Halloween and this year he's dating Jack who is veteran. He doesn't like wearing costumes anymore because he has scars but Gabriel convinces him that he looks great and they dress up and take Gabe's kid out trick r treating

GOOD

gabriel is v supportive of jack and v sweet and kisses his scars. gabriel’s got his own, bc his life was never perfect either. it takes a while and lots of support (and probably therapy) but eventually jack gets a new catchphrse– “bones heal, pain is temporary, scars look good” and gabriel thinks its goofy as hell but jack’s happy, so that’s all that matters. also little jesse totally loves sitting on jack’s shoulders and putting stickers on his face, and jack indulges little jesse with all his cowboy movies and stuff.

idreamofignoct

Old Wounds, Reaper76 ficlet

Hello, I am enjoying my stay in this hell landscape of heartache and anguish.

***

The picture was old and faded, edges worn, the frame fractured in places. The people within were untouched by time, smiles soft and expressions warm. It had been a special moment, worthy of capture, of remembrance. A glimpse of the bright future ahead of them.

Only there was no brightness now. Only cold and darkness, bitterness and anger. Old wounds concealed behind harsh words. But old wounds still bled when cut.

Jack Morrison splashed another helping of whisky into his glass. His hand shook as he brought it to his lips, eyes never straying from the photograph. This was his salve against the old wound. Bind it behind a pleasant alcohol-fueled bandage. Black out so as to not be tormented by dreams of what used to be. The memories simply cut too deep.

So why did he torture himself, year after year, with this damn photo and what it represented? Fuel for his personal vendetta? No, too easy. The need to disassociate himself from the shining glow in a younger face? Wrong, he thought, taking another shot. He knew the reasons. Better than he liked to admit.

His gaze drifted to the second face in the photo. Old feelings bled from his heart, regret, guilt, sorrow, sharp as glass and explosive as a shotgun blast at close range. But lurking beneath it was an aching of such intensity, it seemed to squeeze his heart. Steal his breath.

Jack set the glass down. Reached for the bottle and glass on the table. Light from the overhead lamp shone off the gold liquid spilling from the bottle. Jack sealed it with a shaking hand, then placed the glass in front of the second face. When he spoke, it was in a rough voice thick with emotion.

“Happy anniversary, Gabe.”

rotting-donut

i cant believe you only have 100 followers!! im going to follow right away!! your art is so lovely and i really like how you draw gabes hair so long and wavy!! (also, you said you were taking requests?? a little doodle of trans jack would be super cool!! thanks so much!!)

Thank youuuu anon TwT you guys are too kind!! Here you go, hope you like it!! Took the chance to make this request an anatomy study x3

hippo-dog

Spoopy Squishy Dads <3

Bought some gouache paints, I have no idea how to use them but I thought I’d test it out painting my faves.

ailynm

My Gabe wants me to cosplay blackwatch Jack so i had to design him….don’t like him yet

eziafantasy

I’ve got all Halloween skins except for sym 😋

nicoise-salad

magical commanders

artisticmaniacwithapen

i think its time for me to draw my second fav ship

psijay

Inktober OTP day 21: Fairytale AU

I looked at the prompt and realized I don’t know enough about any fairytales so I just wrote a pretend one lmao.

The prince had been warned to stay away from the forest. ‘You’ll get lost in there,’ his parents told him, ‘and you might not find your way home’. But when his parents saw evil coming, they told him to run, and ‘lost’ sounded better than ‘dead’. He fled into the dense forest. He ran until he could no longer hear the crackling of the flames licking at the walls of the palace. He ran until he couldn’t run any further. And then he fell to his knees, dehydrated and starving, and passed out.

He awoke with a jolt, shocked into wakefulness by a powerful presence. A woman stood over him, frowning and fretting. She looked to be just a bit younger than the prince, with blond hair that shone like a halo under the sunlight filtering through the leaves. He knew without asking that she was a witch. She radiated power.

“Help,” he croaked out, voice weak. “Please.”

She nodded. “I will,” she promised. Her voice carried an accent he couldn’t place. “I can transform you into something more at home in these woods. A charm that will wear off when you no longer need it.”

“Please,” he said again.

The witch began to speak in hushed tones, and his consciousness faded.

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