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r | they/he | early 30s | free palestine 🇵🇸 making art with arguable efficiency main: @hearteyespierce prints available!

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"Thank you, Blanc…" he croaks. Blanc seems momentarily struck by whatever it is he sees in Jud's eyes, but less than a second later, he's schooled his features again. Calm. Collected. Fond. "Good," he says. Jud gets the impression that Blanc had expected more of an argument. But what argument does Jud have left to give? Tomorrow, he's sure they'll find him—embarrassment, shame, and guilt, all running roughshod over him once again without Blanc there to make them seem comically trivial. But right now? It's all been washed away.

Psalms 51:7-15 by (me!) killerqueer

(s/o @zestoflemon for their take on Jud’s neck tattoo 💖)

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My art for Chapter 2 of @remyfire's @thepittbigbang fic Wicked Game!

Check out the full version of the art here!

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My art for Chapter 22 of @icezansky's @thepittbigbang fic A Thousand More to Live!

Check out the full version of the art here!

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fingers in his mouth (good) friday

for @holy-week | rosary & passion

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Hawkeye’s voice came out low. “Do you feel safe here?” He turned the thought over in his head. “Well… we could get shelled at any minute. We’d be absolutely defenseless if an enemy patrol finds us. And if anyone from camp were to see us, a dishonorable discharge might be the least of our problems.” “But other than that?” He looked at Hawkeye, the rascal, and felt a little smile growing on his face. “Yes, I feel safe with you, Hawkeye.”

— Heat Wave by @tommixpocketknife

uncensored version on bluesky

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happy valentine’s day from benoit blanc and his watsons! 💕 feel free to fill them out and send to your valentines! 💌

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my little guys from the drawpile last night. ty for hosting @discocaptain! 💕

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dr robby your sad wet eyes have done something to me

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this has been @serpercival’s discord icon for long enough now that this isn’t even Luke Stagecoach West to me anymore, this is just Percy.

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but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down and the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round

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don’t talk to me or my twelve husbands and wives ever again

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some old repeating klingers

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Alan Alda, Jenny (1969)

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sketches from wk 2 of merlin @ queerbait club