get fucking seen & accepted idiot
“but—” nope! you are loved, you fool. you cannot escape it

No title available
styofa doing anything
taylor price

Love Begins

titsay

izzy's playlists!
we're not kids anymore.

No title available
hello vonnie
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
$LAYYYTER
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

roma★
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Xuebing Du
Game of Thrones Daily

@theartofmadeline

⁂

#extradirty
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Belgium

seen from Malaysia
seen from Philippines
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from Israel

seen from Germany

seen from Romania

seen from Spain

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Pakistan
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
@samersaults
get fucking seen & accepted idiot
“but—” nope! you are loved, you fool. you cannot escape it
these are the only two members of z-team who understand what taxes are
Dispatch animation! 👍
THIS IS AMAZING—
This counts as vent art.
What REAL superheroes do
‘Please draw Flambae with a little Italian Greyhound. He would totally have one’ i see your vision… ☕️
animals in my artworks- just realised how little I draw people
Overgrown
Some thoughts and feelings have overgrown quite a bit in my head. It gets a little suffocating sometimes. While I love them dearly, I think they might benefit from a little trim every once in a while.
Oh this piece made it to tumblr radar apparently? Thank you!!!
whats everybody bringing to the tumblr potluck?!?
🍗
🥕
🍒
🧃
🍰
🍻
🍽️
🎉
great work everyone!!!!
You know what's better than fluff? Dark fluff.
The kind where devotion borders on obsession, where love isn't just tender—it's consuming.
"I'd do anything for you, love," he murmurs, voice smooth, unwavering. "Anything you desire, and it's yours."
And the other doesn't hesitate, voice laced with something raw, something desperate.
"I want her to split me open—dig her fingers into my ribs and pry them apart. To hold my heart in her hands, feel the pulse of it against her palms, my blood staining her skin. I want her to pick my bones clean, crack them open, suck the marrow dry. I want to be ruined by her, consumed until there's nothing left of me but the taste of her name on what's left of my tongue."
Because love, when it’s deep enough, is a hunger—one that begs to be fed.
I don’t like being referred to as a boy
Woah mama I'll give anyone who misgenders you the Elvis Special (a bullet)
This account likely makes the list of “the last accounts I’d ever expect to be anywhere near my blog” but I appreciate it
Woah mama I'm one of your mutuals
WHAT
Achievement Unlocked:
All Shook Up
Learn an unexpected secret about your connection to an Elvis-themed gimmick blog.
Underground is a weird place
Carry the moon - copics on lime green paper (microns and white gel pen for details)
An update:
I painted a gouache version of Carry the Moon!
Fish Pond 🐟 - ig | bsky | x | coms | kofi | prints