#iwaslazy

[plaguedhibiscus]

here some doodles i made of lacey uwu

[chaewillriot]

These two <33

[shrimp-draws-stuff]

It was very quick, don't judge me Maybe next year you'll get something better than this, I apologize . . . . . . . . . . . #halloween #oc #lydiadeetz #beetlejuice #quickdrawing #myart #ibispaintx #iwaslazy https://www.instagram.com/p/CVjJ9tJpWH7/?utm_medium=tumblr

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

you know, you’ve been on my dashboard for ages, and it’s always just nice to see your username??? Like, idk how to describe but I love your presence on this site. Hope life is treating you well; if not, I hope you’re kicking its ass

awww this is so nice sjghkjfs. i try to make my blog a nice place for me to be, i’m glad other people feel that way too. thank you for the well-wishes, i hope the same for you!

[mauloabook]

“Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?...” 🤨❄️ #JasonMomoa #PrideOfGypsies #JoeBraven #Braven #NewHairstyle #IWasLazy #PeopleYouShouldWatchItNow #BadassMovie #BusyAsHell #Photoshop #HappyAlohaFriday

[sciencematter]

43. “Are You Drunk” Kepler and Jacobi, because I am trash

43. “Are you drunk?”

“Are you drunk?” Jacobi frowns, looking up from the laptop he has on the desk as Kepler leans in the doorway. There’s a bottle of whiskey hanging loosely in his fist and as Kepler chuckles, he raises the bottle to his lips, taking another drink. Grimacing, Jacobi doesn’t look away as he lowers the bottle again.

“Not quite,” Kepler says with a sigh, meeting Jacobi’s eyes. “Closer than usual, though. This is the good stuff.”

“What’s-”

“You’re breaking tradition,” Kepler says. “Usually you’d have come to the bar with me, had a few and then…”

“Yeah, we’d sleep together. Not tonight though, Colonel.”

Sighing, Jacobi turns back to his laptop, frown deepening as he types something on a file and Kepler enters the room, door swinging shut behind him as he sits on the end of the bed, taking another drink of whiskey. Jacobi can smell his cologne, rich and heavy as ever, and he wonders why Kepler bothered coming upstairs.

“Did you want something?” he asks, spinning in his seat to stare at Kepler again. Bottle halfway to his lips, Kepler pauses briefly before he takes a drink, replaces the cap and sits it in his lap.

“Of course I did,” Kepler says.

Jacobi looks away, and Kepler moves- sinks to his knees on the ground, rests his hands on Jacobi’s thighs before he reaches up with one to turn Jacobi’s face to his.

“You smell of alcohol,” Jacobi comments, distant. “Sir, you’re drunk. Not tonight.”

Kepler stands and Jacobi sees, for the first time, the very slight shaking of his hands and the dilation of his pupils before he heads back to the door.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Jacobi,” he says and then he’s gone.

Jacobi exhales, slowly. His hotel room smells of Kepler.

He probably won’t be able to sleep, now.

send me prompts

[zizitzatza]

Last weekend #lastweekend #rainydays☔️ #casualstyle #ootd #iwaslazy (at Halásztelek) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChxeE-VIY-s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[prettyboyhere]

i was absent from this hell site for so long, but gosh darn, there’s no other place like it.

it might be delipidated and full of shit, but it also has some of the best minds of the 21st century using their smarts to make this queer very specific castlevania memes and that’s all one needs in life to be happy