#she's pouting

[swan2swan]

She didn't even use her left hand, Brooklynn.

[scarednotscarymoved]

[hereslookingatyousquid]

Everyone please pray for Petunia. She's not sick or anything, I just scared her by walking to close 😂😂

[katanamasako]

“I swear i told the old man months ago of humans domesticating bees and keeping them in boxes and fake hives. He believed me then. Why is it suddenly so hard to buy?” Kat huffed sulking.

[it-begins-with-rain]

I call this Riley's seasick pose

[bonfiired]

cianbolc says:

“spooky! but it’s a bit early.”

                ❛ Damn it. Well, they’re coming out on the first of October and no one is stopping me. ❜

[armidea]

I wanted to draw one of my faves again but ended with something really too feminine lol....so I decided to keep going ‘cause I thought she was cute :P (she’s far from what I wanted at the beginning)(except the hair maybe...)

(Still, this happens to me quite often with those 70′s dudes...) 

[enchaentales]

[ swat ] kon swatting allie's hand away from something she's not supposed to touch .

non-sexual acts of dominance, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

         “ oh! ”  naturally, allie recoils like her skin had been burned, clutching her hand close to her. she blinks away the fog of impulse reacting, a frustrated confusion furrowing in her brow instead. allie looks at kon, like she can’t figure out how looking at a flower, together, turned into swatting her hand away. maybe it’s only so surprising, so sudden because she’d been so … focused. or perhaps it had been the opposite, as allie floated in a daydream that vaguely involved the flower. even with all of the indignant that juts out her lower lip, she doesn’t stand up from where she’s crouched to the ground to meet the blossom where it stands.  

         and, still, she doesn’t understand the need for caution in the slightest. it’s peaceful, here, that’s why allie likes it. there’s nothing to be afraid of, or any reason to swat away the hand of a curious, well meaning girl who only wants to love the world.  “ i was only looking. ”  she says, carrying the same petulant expression as she crosses her arms.  “ that was not very nice. ”  she really was only looking- looking at a flower that sparkled and shined in the light. it was glowing, still is, and allie had never seen anything like it before. she’d only wanted to know what it felt like … it’s not as vibrant when she’s standing far away.