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old man luzo yaoi posting
super awesome fun collab with @loopeyfluff !!!
we each did a sketch of one character (i did zoro and loopey did luffy) and then swapped to do lineart and coloring! (so i did the lines coloring on luffy and loopey did the lines and coloring on zoro)
this was SO fun i had a blast
i've been watching katekyo hitman reborn.. have some doodles, my humble offering. some gokutsuna as well
they love to cuddle 🥺
Happy autistic Spock please!! (Something like him talking about a special interest or enjoying a particular sensory thing no meltdowns please 💖)
Little did you know that this was the perfect prompt for me, an autistic person. Because now I can push my special interest of pet food onto Spock. Here's some autistic Spock infodumping about a special interest! Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy!
Spock sits at his desk, reclined just slightly and with his arms crossed. Jim stands to his right. McCoy is leaned over Spock’s left shoulder, staring at the animal on the computer screen.
“That’s a Sehlat?”
Spock almost smiles, looking smug. “I told you, Doctor. Hardly a teddy bear.”
McCoy scowls, then turns back to the screen. “Why, it’s huge. What do you even feed that thing?”
“An excellent question, Doctor.” Neither McCoy or Jim can ignore the way Spock’s eyes light up. “And one that has been debated among Vulcans for generations.”
McCoy leans over to Jim. “Did I start something?”
Jim chuckles, and it’s warm with affection. “I believe you did.”
“As you can imagine, Vulcans wanted to feed Sehlats whatever would logically meet their nutritional needs. However, there were disagreements as to whether that meant what they would eat in the wild, or a food scientifically curated to meet their needs.”
“And what,” Jim smiles, “was the conclusion?”
“Sehlats have been domesticated since before the time of Surak. I am of the opinion that the pets we have have evolved enough to have different nutritional needs from their wild ancestors.”
McCoy raises an eyebrow. “You’re tellin’ me there’s Sehlat kibble?”
“Indeed.” Spock tilts his head. “Though even then, some kibble is more acceptable than others. Some still cater to the Sehlats’ wild ancestry. Others have formulas founded on decades of scientific studies and research.”
Jim’s eyes are warm with affection. “You’re awfully informed on the subject, Spock.”
“Of course. When I was growing up with I Chaya, I wanted to make sure he was getting the best nutrition he possibly could. And so I performed hours of my own rigorous research. I took a special interest in the subject matter and have kept up-to-date on it ever since. Both the continued research and the history of the development of Sehlat food are fascinating subjects. Did you know…”
Spock dives into a detailed explanation of the domestication of Sehlats, and McCoy leans towards Jim. “I don’t see what’s so interesting about pet food.”
Jim leans closer but keeps his eyes on Spock, who is growing more animated with each word. “It makes sense to me. He loved his pet, and he wanted to take good care of him. Isn’t research and knowledge a very Spock way to do that?”
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i want to be as reassuring to people as jk is to tae :)
Taehyung: *might feel slightly uncomfortable or scared*
Jungkook: Wait.. hold my beer
for @jung-koook 💜
moredrunkzaiiii
raaaaaaaaaaa
But of course! And i obviously took it way too seriously... again.
If you like drunk Dazai, consider checking caelanglang's little strips, both Dazai and Chuuya are absolutely adorable!
AUGH they’re gorgeous 😭❤️ Thank you Joltning, my lord and savior. They’re so pretty.
Team, my mutuals are so talented, it’s amazing. Look at this <33
@kronosveritas’ designs!
hug the homies goodnight. maybe even a smooch
Look at these adorable babies!(5 minutes before disaster)
My baby and his bf
Vox babe, you're not beating the simp allegations at all..
Mabel would enjoy the sparkly drink just as much, but I like to think she really likes black coffee too, once she tries it. Bill on the other hand has the same taste in drinks as a hummingbird.
based on this:
guys … i found this photograph of the duffy family wow ! once again all very real lore !!!!! when they all end up happily living on a horse ranch and living off the money from mary-beth’s novels !!
I'm enjoying making these so much 🖤
Mouthwashing doodles (when they were young).
Got the energy to draw again🩷🩷
Taylor won the Marcello Mastroianni Award for Best Young Actress for ‘Bones and All.’ Luca won the Silver Lion for Best Director award at the Venice Film Festival. (Sept. 10, 2022) ✨
by Michael Cleary
It starts because of the nightmares.
Laura starts having them in rapid frequency and they're always extremely intense. Interestingly enough they have nothing to do with werewolves or her imprisonment.
Instead they're more abstract and bizarre and she read that her hormones are no doubt to blame - a sort of 'pregnancy brain' taking hold of her REM cycles.
At first she tries to deal with it on her own, waking up gasping and clicking on her bedside lamp, telling herself over and over to relax, that they're just nightmares and they're nothing to get so worked up about.
But as they continue, they start to really interfere with her rest and she knows it can't be good for the baby.
This leaves Laura with one option, one she finds extremely embarrassing, but one she feels she'll have to overcome for her child's sake.
"Travis?" She asks into his dark room quietly. She hears nothing, not even snores (and she would have pegged him as the snoring type), and she strains her eyes, trying to pick him out.
He has a rather large bed with a huge fluffy comforter and more pillows than necessary. It's actually because of the pillows that it takes her a moment to pick him out
He's buried beneath a few and as she carefully treads in, she does her best not to alarm him. Apparently she fails, as he suddenly shoots upright, holding out his hand like he has a gun in it.
He doesn't (thank God), but she gets the impression he used to, as he makes a few disgruntled sounds before asking in a confused, sleepy slur, "L'ra?'
"Yes, it's me."
Travis lets out a grumpy sound and rubs at his face, "Mm'doin here?"
Laura picks up the gist of it, "I...I had a bad dream. Been-been having them a lot lately..."
She feels both stupid and anxious, yet she forces herself to ask, "C-can I sleep in here?"
Travis breathes in deep and sits up more. Even in the dark, Laura can tell his hair is a mess. He fumbles around until he turns on a lamp and he looks exhausted, but cognizant enough to interact, "Sleep here?"
"Yeah, I mean...if you don't mind?"
"Sure." He says as if it's no big deal and then he goes to get up, Laura holds out a staying hand, "What are you doing?"
"You-?" He rubs at his eyes, clearly trying to wake up more, "You said you wanted to sleep here."
"Well, yeah..."
"So, I mean, s'weird, but if you think sleeping here'll be better but 's fine. Just gonna go crash on the couch..."
"Oh! Ah! No..." Laura feels her stomach twist, feels her face flush, "I-I was hoping you...you'd sleep in here too."
Travis looks both sleepy and befuddled, "Um, floor's not great for my back-?"
"I don't want you to sleep on the floor!" Laura comes across sharply, because he has to be pulling her leg now, right? Travis can be dense, but not this dense, "I-? I want you to stay where you are."
If Travis is pulling her leg, he's really playing it to the hilt, because he just looks more confused. Laura sighs, "Your bed is big enough! I stay on my side, you on yours..."
"You-?" He says it so haltingly, "Want to share the bed?"
"Yes, officer. If that's okay." The sarcasm is dry and full of annoyance. Travis just huffs, "Not an officer anymore."
"Okay, well-?"
It hangs there, unanswered, and she feels like someone needs to say something, "You can put up a pillow wall between us if you need-!"
"No, I don't-?" He lets out a few gruff sounds and knocks the covers aside, "Just-?"
He gestures to the open space before curling up neatly (and tightly) on the opposite side. Laura lets out a breath and a 'thank you' before clambering in.
They both stick to their ends, but the air holds tension for some time. Eventually one or both of them succumbs to the weight of sleep and that's that.
In the morning, when the sunlight streams in, Laura wakes up and finds Travis gone. He's gone, but she's...refreshed. She actually did sleep well the rest of the night.
So, the concession was worth it. Laura's sure that once will be enough.
It isn't.
The next night she tries to sleep in her room alone only for the nightmares to return. Once she wakes up a third time that same night, shaky and disoriented, she decides to give up the ghost.
Laura goes to Travis's room, but doesn't wake him this time, as she notices he's to one side again. Instead she crawls in and makes sure to put pillows between them just in case, just to ensure she doesn't alarm him.
If he's alarmed, she never knows it, because the next day she just wakes up alone again, not one word from him.
Thus they settle into a new routine of sharing the bed.
It's not something they talk about - it's like when they share meals or spend time in the same room together, watching television or reading or whatever. It's this unspoken, amicable agreement they've just come to.
Either Travis or Laura will go to bed first and then the other will follow. They've each claimed a side and they sleep together - same room, same bed - no big deal.
Until one morning when Laura wakes up feeling warm and wonderful. Her thoughts are hazy, but she knows she's in someone's arms - she's not sure whose, because she's in that moment of wakefulness where she's not entirely aware of her surroundings.
She's not even entirely sure of who she is, just that instinctual feeling of cozy happiness one finds after a good night's rest and a gentle awakening. But, as her thoughts become more solid, more stable, she realizes that she can only be in one set of arms
Travis.
His name leaps to her mind, almost bursting from her mouth, as her eyes pop open wider and, sure enough, Travis Hackett's arms are circled around her, holding her as closely as a child would hold a beloved stuffed animal.
Laura tenses up, wondering what exactly to do. Flipping out isn't going to help the situation and, frankly, it's...nice. It's been so long since she's been held, touched.
It's surprising how much one can miss physical contact from another person. Laura never appreciated it until she lost it. So, now, in his arms, she almost wants to languish here, enjoy the feeling.
And, selfishly, she does for some time. Eventually, however, she untangles herself from him gently. He doesn't wake up, but she does take note of a displeased wrinkle forming between his eyebrows - as if, even in sleep, he notices the loss
As if he's upset by it.
Laura valiantly ignores this.
It was a strange one off. No big deal. Their spooning. Big whoop. She's just going to forget all about it.
But then it happens again. And again.
Laura doesn't talk to him about it and, if he's ever caught himself doing it, he doesn't talk to her about it. Again, an unspoken thing
It's not as if it's anything overtly romantic or sexual.
Until, of course, it is.