#( plss )

[dinobirdi]

Steph, Cass and Duke for my tumblr banner

Yes, I basically eyedropper all of their skintones from reference photos because I no longer trust my drawing tab colours. (For some reason it lightens the darker shades so the image comes out super dark when i export it)

[grogumaximus]

[itsthe-forme]

i miss clouds. i miss byler

[rinoomi]

college au! gojo me thinks

[revu0]

Just saw edits of the last airbender movie all over my fyp, so I had to rush to Tumblr for fanart, and I was not disappointed

(Just wish more people would actually portray Zuko as more muscular than Sokka and arguably Aang)

They're all fine asl!!!

[sunshinegaybe]

bear with me pls

Dennis finds himself on the worse scenario possible: He (and all the pitt staff) is next to the bed where Robby's cold body is laying down. Gone. No one could've saved him.

Dennis won't accept, he simply won't. The man who is there for everyone's worst day, finds himself alone on his worst day for too long (maybe a couple of minutes when everyone is trying to deal with the paper work and next steps) and the first things that comes to his mind: an old cemetary back on his hometown, who was said to be haunted with a curse of bringing back the dead.

No, dennis never truly believed that. Maybe when he was younger, he was so scared to ever go near that place, his whole life he heard the most horrific stories about it. But also a lot of hope coming from that haunted ground. And it was all he needed... hope.

Then, he finds himself on the road, on Trinity's (stolen) car, late at night, driving no stop with Robby's body on the trunk. (forget distances wtv, the man is on full adrenaline and having a breakdown). He finally gets there, a forsaken abandoned place, who definitely smelled like no one was ever alive back there. He bury his body, pray for forgiveness and redemption. Nothing happens. After several hours laying on the floor crying, he goes back. At Robby's place, the only place who can feel like him now, he needs to smell his scent one more time, to feel the remain of his warmth.

He lays on his bed, with Robby's jacket on and his bottle of whiskey. He ignores the 30 missed calls and falls asleep. Just to be awaken by a very familiar, yet smelly and dirty, silhouette. groaning like hell and smashing everything around him. He's back. But that's not Robby anymore.

[levanswrites]

lord give me the strength to finish my radio tower steve fic