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#this is one of those 'oh yeah we're stewards of the planet' moments #the skill with which she grabbed that bird tho #apex predators who take it upon themselves to heal and repair little things…
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Not today Justin
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i don't do bad sauce passes
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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we're not kids anymore.

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#this is one of those 'oh yeah we're stewards of the planet' moments #the skill with which she grabbed that bird tho #apex predators who take it upon themselves to heal and repair little things…
@a-rogue-god
Something something about gentle yanderes.
The ones who plead with you as you hide behind a locked bathroom door, begging for you to please let them back in. The ones that make you your favourite foods over and over until they can cook it perfectly, hiding all the burnt mistakes inside the bins. The ones who come home every day with gifts in and because they missed you so much during their eight-hour shift.
The ones who hold you so sweetly every night, hoping one day you'll aclimitise enough or become so touch starved that you eventually reciprocate their hugs. Maybe one day those hugs can evolve into more, into bare skin against bed sheets and breathlessness, but for now you allowing yourself to be held is a luxury they hold deeply against their hearts every night. Its progress from at first, when you first woke up in a home that wasn't yours, kept in a guest room until you were settled enough to move into the master bedroom.
Everything was taken at your pace, he is patient, and he wanted so hard to prove how patient he can be, thinking of you, knowing just how much he cares for you than perhaps you can stop being so terrified of him. Don't you know, sweet thing, that he would sooner burn off his own hands than ever lay them on you in anger? That he'd sooner cut off his tongue and feed it to himself before yelling at you or calling you something he would never dare say before his mother? How mother raised him right after all, raised him to be gentle and kind, he could never disgrace her memory and how hard she worked for his sake to ever harm you. He begs you to understand that no matter what you do, he would never dare to hurt you. He sits you down one night and makes a promise on his mother's well-kept grave that if he ever were to lay a finger on you in violence, then he will unlock the door and allow you to leave him. Because by the lord, he already doesn't deserve your sweetness in his life, and if he can't be grateful for you, he will not allow himself to have you. That was the first night you slept soundly beside him.
And he tries, you have to understand how hard he's trying for you, he doesn't expect you to be grateful. In fact, he expects you to hate him, to curse his name out and fight back like a cornered dog. He doesn't deserve any better than that treatment from you; he knows full well what a selfish, irredeemable man he is. How you were all set to live a beautiful life, but he stole you away from your rightful future because he could not stand that that future could never include him, as he wants to be included. Not as your friend, co-worker, or a stranger on the bus, he could never accept that role from the fates. So instead, he stole your fate from you.
You had so much promise, didn't you? So much potential? All that means nothing now as you lie down beside him on the couch, watching an old DVD copy of your favourite childhood film, the bright colours clouding together from behind your stifled tears.
*lugs headcanon to the court, shaking, sweating*:
Okay. So. What if B and L had at least one other VERY notable distinction? ;)
big fan of a character seeking comfort in the arms of the thing that’s going to kill them. and i am psycologicalily normal too.
Operator: "Gotcha idiot I tricked you really good didn't I"
crying and sobbing. look at these Scooby-Doo bitches. they're FRIENDS 😭😭😭
ROSSWOOD SPOILERS
THE NEWEST VIDEO OPENING ON JAY CALLING OUT TO ALEX, THE FAKE PHONE CALL, ALEX'S UP CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH THE OPERATOR. HIM BECOMING DEPENDENT ON THE CAMERA WHILE JAY TRIES TO GET HIM AWAY, THEIR LITTLE HEART-TO-HEART, THE SECOND ENCOUNTER IN THE TUNNELS RENDERING ALEX UNABLE TO SPEAK OR SEEMINGLY THINK CLEARLY. THE PARALLELS!!!!!!
SOMEBODY SEDATE ME!!!!!!!!
I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD
Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.
Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going
@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.
@sseanettles
#hello again martin and bosco!! sending you boys round for another go :)
Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD
I’ll always reblog Martin and Bosco when they splash across my dash, because of Reasons.
What’s loved, lives.
There is something truly beautiful in seeing a comment like that from someone so very loved and recently lost.
Yes, Peter, you’re absolutely right. What’s loved, lives. You three boys all come back around again to see me again soon, okay?
Tim was the guy with the shotgun in the car.
Not canon, just my fanon obvs. Hyped for the next episode
working on illustrations, backgrounds and more...
a little friend
currently thinking about how funny it would be to have a group of those kinky mechsploitation lesbian pilots with the fucked up handler hound dynamics and throw one (1 ☝️) super robot shonen girl in there who's completely unaffected
had to draw them
It was hopeless. Bloody. Routine. And then you were there.
im so fucking stubborn
michael what the fuck.
no its one of my fancy pencils :)
the end cap comes off :)
oh lard
my son he is sick he has every disease
we are nearing peak deviancy
happy back-to-school day
im so clever that its sickening
if i breathe wrong i'll lose him
it got too small for the clip. luckily i realized this eraser has the perfect holes
at what point does this stop being a pencil
Guys I'm scared
Idk he makes me sad even if he'll live and be just fine.
My favourite dog, took a little under an hour to draw. Speedpaint coming when I can be bothered to upload it
Myyyy first animation attempt is Toby being microwaved. Have it