hello hello i'm groggy :)
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collection of heated rivalry drawings here
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.
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Jules of Nature
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Not today Justin
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@groggygrady
hello hello i'm groggy :)
my ao3 here
collection of heated rivalry drawings here
skip fic rec list 1 here
skip fic rec list 2 here
skip fic rec list 3 here
Reblog to gain creative energy and to give more creative energy to the person you reblogged this from.
"I learned a lot from making this" is artist talk for "making this sucked ass and I'm not entirely happy with the result."
mhhmmm yea
This would have had me crucified on tumblr 10 years ago but maybe we are ready for this conversation now:
If you are a socially anxious person, you have to socialize. Your panic/anxiety attacks will only get worse and trigger more frequently if you constantly avoid contact with The Public. Not saying that you need to be a social butterfly- but there is a genuine problem with not being able to order your own meal at a restaurant. And it cannot be solved by always having someone else do it for you.
This is a PSA to about 3/4s of the Portland Youth populace
everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.
today in things im researching for fic - how universal is the HB pencil grading system
if im being truly honest what i would love for my birthday this year is 24 hours of not speaking to a single soul
put me in a dark room with a weighted blanket and some speakers playing whale song or something
*sigh* fine, fine, i'll be the new doctor who showrunner. bring me two twinks, britain's tallest woman, and 1000 pounds worth of alumininamian foil
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Sometimes I’m afraid that you’ll figure out that you don’t actually love me.” A pained whisper. A hiss. A confession made to the ceramic mug in his hands. “That you just latched on to your first boyfriend with all the desperation of too many years of loneliness and mistook that for love. Or … that maybe you do love me but it’s not the forever kind of love, just that first excitement of being so close to someone, the rush of thinking you found someone. And it’ll go away again but you’ll never admit that to yourself, that you no longer love me, because you’re stubborn and you see things through and so you think you’ll have to see this through, too, that you’ll have to see us through, and then you’ll be trapped again, and I know marriage is all about ‘promise to love me until we’re fucking dead’ and all that but I don’t … I mean I want that, I hope that’s how it’ll be because I love you so fucking much but I couldn’t bear to be the one trapping you again in a situation you don’t want to be in and I … I know that I’m being unfair to you and that I should trust you to know your own feelings and what you want and I do, for the most part I do, but sometimes … sometimes—” Kip chokes on a sob, his fingers clenched so hard around the mug in his hand a part of him wonders why it hasn’t shattered yet. What a stupid stubborn fucking mug. Scott’s voice is soft when he finally speaks and Kip needs a moment to parse the sounds into individual words, into vowels and consonants that bear meaning. “Sometimes you’re afraid.”
Skip One Shot, T, 2k
reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to
HEATED RIVALRY (2025 – present) 1X03 « Hunter »
I’m the first and last person in my bloodline with a tumblr blog
mozzarella and parmesan is kind of like the age gap yuri of cheese
slighht username change lads decided it was time to rebrand to the current brain worms
always and forever groggy, both in name and nature
there's nothing like listening to a song and going wait that lyric was the title of this one really good fic i read
Being crazy about a piece of media for any amount of time will leave a weird mark on you forever because years later you’ll see someone posting something about it like “can we talk about this frame” and you’ll be like “ah that frame. i know all about that frame. I was once a scholar of that frame.”
Waiting in the Wings: A Skip Theatre AU - Chapter 19
Opening night; closing night.