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[ardenigh]

not art but please look at the single best potg i've ever achieved

[fakehorse]

new dragon age stuff got shown (just concept art but Still) time to put my booboo the fool hat on again huh

[explodepunch-blog]

i got back with good fucking news.

i usually don’t talk about my real life but here’s something that you must know:

i might be moving out soon. i currently live with a toxic roommate who has mentally and emotionally harassing me for almost two years and today i got the message that i get the chance to move out and sign the contract hopefully soon. i get to see the new apartment next week and this makes me really excited. i finally get to live on my own again and for the past two years i have MISSED that. i can finally manage my own household and rules, i have nobody telling me what to do and what not and i can do whatever the fuck i want in my own apartment. i no longer get to clean up the mess my roomie does AND i can have video chats and hour long calls with my babe shep without getting interrupted.

i admit that moving together with that guy was a big mistake and it took me weeks to realize. i don’t like lazy people in my environment who tell me “you and only you do the garbage duty” (because that technically means i’m garbage) and who think they are better than me and think i’m the most stupid person on earth (just because you have a higher iq than i do doesn’t mean i’m stupid, asshole. my iq is average and over 100 so you know what that means). 

i am so happy and i hope i get to sign the contract AND move out hopefully soon.

[betanyagito]

I drew my self insert ref sdfkjhdgkf

[bioterrorizingarchived]

seven minutes!

SEVEN  MINUTES  IN  HEAVEN  MEME | * 24.

HE’S   NEAR   AND  CLOSE,      SMOKE  TRAILING  OFF  EACH  SYLLABLE.  Beanie  is  held  in  hand  and  a  mess  of  hair  spools  out  on  her  lap,    comfortable  and  relaxed.   A  lot  could  happen  in  seven  minutes,    yet  his  only  chief  concern  was,       “Y’gonna  eat  me?”        A  brow  raises  at  the  other.    A  running  joke,   except  he  was  sure  she  wasn’t  joking.      A  lazy  turn  of  his  head  to  face  the  soft  of  her  stomach,   he  nuzzles  closer,   planting  a  kiss  and  running  heated  fingers  under  her  shirt.   Light  and  soft  and  teasing,   each  accompanied  with  a  smile  that  wrought  trouble  and  mischief.    How  much  could  he  get  away  with?    He  props  himself  up  with  an  arm  so  he  could  plant  more  kisses  upwards.    A  heated  palm  trailing  along.   Until  he  gets  to  her  bra.   A  pointed  gaze  and  a  heated  second  later,   his  palm  moves  to  cradle  the  back  of  her  head,   fingers  entangling  themselves  in  her  silver  hair.      Resuming  where  he’d  left  of,    on  the  ridge  of  her  collarbone  and  up  along  to  the  soft  of  her  neck.   Nose  nuzzles  into  her,   his  voice  low,   coated  in  mirth.    You  could  hear  him  smiling,    “Or’s  that  too  ‘lewd’  of  me  to  ask?”     Instead  of  a  kiss,   he  leaves  her  a  love  bite  instead.    Planting  a  soft  kiss  on  top  of  it,  he  resumes  his  trail  up  her  jawline  and  stops  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth.    He  looks  up  to  her  through  his  lashes,   smug  and  confident,   as  though  the  idea  of  asking  her  wasn’t  as  lewd  as  he  liked  to  joke.   He  plants  a  final  kiss  on  her  mouth   //   Soft  and  fleeting,  he  nips  at  the  bottom  of  her  lip.   

[mehringguie-moved]

the rare moments u get to see this loser's face

[betanyagito]

slep u need slep

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!

[knightlxght]

✢

You're just sketching in your sketchbook with one of your cats curled up next to you, the storm outside providing a nice, peaceful ambience for you, when the knocking on your front door calls your attention. Sir Vincent lifts his head and looks right at the door, while Madame Catzpaw freezes across the room to stare a moment and bolt down the hallway.

You're surprised, not expecting visitors, but you quietly set down your materials and rise from your comfortable position on the couch, quickly grabbing a pair of sweats from the pile of clean clothes on the dryer near the front door and pulling them on over your boxer briefs. You're not even wearing your binder and that makes you wary as you approach the front door, unlocking it and opening it only to find a stranger standing there at your door step, soaked to the bone. At first glance, he looked familiar-- but the person he reminded you of carried himself differently, and they were assuredly not the same person.

"Uh, shit, hello. You look like you could maybe use a towel?" Tentatively, your eyes wide behind your aviators, you open your door more for him and quickly step back toward the dryer to look for a clean towel.