I haven't even been working for an hour and I'm going to fall asleep
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I haven't even been working for an hour and I'm going to fall asleep
here is my wip of a contribution to terezi fanart
what the fuck lmao
* 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╱ @halstonfm
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐖𝐎 squirt guns, one filled with water, the other filled with neon green paint as he aims blindly into the crowd. bottom lip falling captive of white canines, he looks more boyish than usual as his eyes crinkle, a laugh threatening to escape as he hears the cries of shock when it hits them - garnering mixed reactions. he spots cal and aims him as his next victim, but his target swivels as someone bumps into kieran from behind, and he pulls the trigger, water flying and landing on the last person he wants to kill his buzz tonight. he can’t help the way his features lift in amusement, can’t help the words that flit out of his mouth before he can stop them , “ my BAD , hals . ” though he doesn’t sound sorry, not in the slightest . “ i was TRYING to aim for someone who would ACTUALLY win a wet t-shirt contest . SOMEONE fucked up my aim . ”
i just found out about the whole pete dating a 17/18 year old thing and im just????????????????????? creeped out
( @wondcrlandisms )
he’s not really sure how exactly he wound up here, sprawled on the floor with a cerulean crayon perched between his inked fingers and a half finished drawing of a princess, but it’s surely not a dream. not with a toddler next to him tracing over the swirls of ink that wind up his arms. he can’t help the grin that tugs at the corners of his lips when marley fixates on the pattern covering his forearm. “hey,” he pauses his drawing and rolls a marker over to the little girl with his knuckles. “wanna colour them in for me?” he nods at the absence of coloured artwork decorating his arms.
I cannot believe that anyone willingly operates a motor vehicle in new york city