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souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
I was looking for something in an old file and I found this pictuer of Ganguro Beavis & Butthead that (I assume) I drew like 100 years ago in MS Paint.
you know that post where people were suggesting grian could babysit benchtrio for mcc… yeah
Strange encounters of the tubbo kind
It just makes so much sense
he stole it from the KGOOMR
P p p please let this get a finished version
life series but it has that one anime ending with all the characters in a tower . yknow the one
idk if ill even finish this but i had to draw it to remove it from my brain
Linda Eastman Simon and Garfunkel, New York City 1966
“I write from instinct, from inexplicable sparkle. I don’t know why I’m writing what I’m writing. Usually, I sit and I let my hands wander on my guitar. And I sing anything. I play anything. And I wait till I come across a pleasing accident. Then I start to develop it.” Paul Simon, 1984
“[T]he loving, caressing guitar work that Paul Simon does on a Martin acoustic guitar, just kills me and makes me sing lovely. I ride that guitar like a jockey on a horse that is having a fabulous little spring.” Art Garfunkel
Life flows on within you and without you 🫀
You have no idea how happy this makes me, thank you for your service to the fandom.
Because it is officially the same month as the first day of Fall happens,,, it's OFICIALLY Halloween so here are some Fall/Halloween headcanons for the gang <3
okay it got a little long so I'm gonna put a keep reading thing so that it doesn't take up too much space lol
Snotlout is one of those people who REFUSES to admit that he is cold even when he is like, violently shivering
The twins are giving out Thorston sandwiches left and right they cannot be stopped, you WILL find yourself in the middle of a Thorston Sandwich at LEAST once or twice a week
Tuffnut knits sweaters for Chicken, Rooster, and ALL of the chicks
They all cuddle their dragons at night to stay warm <3
When they're all hanging out together, Hooky will flame up and they'll all sit close to him
They toast food on him all the time when they're hanging out like this
They go to carve pumpkins but they get SUPER competetive about it (idk if they realistically could get their hands on pumpkins and idk if they would even be exposed to that tradition but for the sake of this they can and they have lol)
They're all trying to carve pumpkins of their dragons
Hiccup gets super creative about it he calculates things, he's got a ruler, he's got a pencil to make markings beforehand, the whole deal
Fishlegs' is very artistic (he also makes a model meatlug out of like four pumpkins instead of just carving her into one)
The twins actively try to cut each other's fingers off while carving theirs
The twins try to fill hollow pumpkins with zippleback gas and use them like bombs lol
Which leads to them eating a lot of roasted pumpkins
Hiccup always has long sleeves but he is SO cold ALL the time, he gets a thicker tunic and some furs to keep warm
Snotlout makes fun of him for giving into the cold
Astrid does too but it's okay because she is ACTUALLY impervious to the cold
P sure that Fall in Berk comes with a mix of heavy rain and light snow so there's a lot of muddy slush all over
Berk is all decorated with candles and dragons cut out of colored papers and stuff
They have a bonfire in the center of the village that they light at night around this time of year
The twins insist on cooking for the gang using *fall flavors* which goes about as well as expected (there is SO much cinnamon) (once again idk if they have cinnamon on Berk or wtv but it's fun to imagine they do so they do)
The twins knit the LONGEST scarves for Barf and Belch
Fishlegs has a criminal amount of candles in his hut, and has made Meatlug SO many blankets and his hut is so cozy and warm
Fishlegs made them all scarves in their colors
Astrid still does her morning flights with Stormfly even though it's fucking cold she loves it
She's like no you guys you don't get it it keeps you alert
It's good for you
Snotlout absolutely gets sick trying to prove that he is unbothered by the cold and how he actually can swim in the ocean for an hour without getting so cold he has to come out
That's the twins' fault for sure
They honestly all probably get sick flying around in the sky and the clouds and stuff especially during storms and stuff bc despite what the movies and shows show you Berk is notoriously super wet and cold so
Fishlegs is the one to call everyone getting sick EVERY TIME
He also brings them all warm Yak milk with cinnamon at night time
artist: @sarah-bbee originally made for the @summerof85zine (posted with permission)
Experimenting with colour
31 Fics of Fright
Day 18- The Hunter’s Moon
Dhawan!Master X Reader
Prompt: Full Moon
Notes: Yes, i did in fact get inspired from the Ghost song. I also loved getting to use my witchy knowledge in this one. The moon truly rocks! Also a bit more dialogue orientated than my usual stuff. At least to me it is. Today has been busy!
Warnings: Suggestive language.
Keep reading
“Dear Iris,
My name was Barry Allen and I loved Iris West.”
— Perfect Storm, The Flash v5 #44 (April 2018)
some Akatsuki redesigns i wanted to make their clothes look more “local”?.. or just more personalised in general
part 2 part 3
Wenn Yuuya eine Tomate ist und Yuuto eine Aubergine. Was isst dann Shun? If Yuuya is a tomato and Yuuto an eggplant. What is Shun eating then?
Nudelsalat! (Noodle Salad)
Nightfur convinced me to post these doodles ><
shes the only reason these are seeing the light of day
Human AU!Shepnax
(Read more about them Here!)
ok so. I may have made designs for Every Single Minecraft effect [except glowing because its already visible and invisibility cause. yknow]
Bruce had spent years abroad, stuffing lifetimes of experience and training and knowledge into a fraction of time. There is an endless number of memories to dwell on, thousands of people, of smiles, of hands outstretched in welcome and of fingers wrapped around weapons. There is an endless number of memories to dwell on. But often since his robins he thinks of the six months of a Russian winter he spent learning what it meant to be cold, learning what it meant to survive alone.
Four months training, one month tracking caribou across the northern mountains with his trainer, and then a month to get back on his own.
It might have gone well if not for the wolf that dogged their steps. His trainer had beaten him bloody and taken his jacket when he’d found Bruce leaving scraps in the snow for it.
“You do not have enough to be giving what you have to a dog,” the man had spat. “If you want to throw your life away I will end you now and save myself a month of carrying you.”
Bruce had argued back, they could pull down another caribou, the meat would keep in the cold and he could carry it with him until they reached somewhere the wolf could find a pack of it’s own. His trainer had only looked at him in pity.
“I knew you had too much heart when I took you on, I do not enjoy training boys who will only go on to die, sobachka. You as you are now can only carry enough vital resources for yourself, any more and you will collapse before you reach safety, or you will give up too much food and find yourself starving and you will be it’s next meal”
That night on watch the wolf had slunk up to his side, eyes gleaming like stars in the firelight and ribs showing clean through it’s fur. It had taken the last of his beef jerky gingerly right from his hands. He knew the wolf would continue to follow them, knew his trainer would kill it if he saw it the next day so he had gripped his hunting rifle in his hands and taken aim just to the left of it’s body. As if it knew exactly what the sight of gun meant it shot off, disappearing into the night before he’d gotten the sight up to his face.
In a way the man had been wrong. Making his way back alone Bruce had made a fatal mistake, falling through a crevice in the ice and into water just above freezing he’d passed out moments after dragging himself out. He would have, should have, died. But the wolf had found him, had dug a den out of the snow and dragged him in out of the wind, curled up around him until Bruce could feel his fingers again and get out of his wet clothes.
In a way the man had been right. Bruce didn’t have enough for the two of them, hunting was hard and it wasn’t made much better with his companion. By the time they’d made it back to his trainers hut both of them were more bone than skin but Bruce had been so proud. He should have known, by the look on his trainers face, should have been better, faster, thought smarter. But he hadn’t, wasn’t, and the man had shot the wolf before Bruce could throw himself in front of the bullet.
Sometimes, on the worst of night in Gotham, he wonders, between him and Robin, who is the wolf, and who is the boy.
wagon wheels and dirt roads - exploration on the worst of the training instilled in Bruce and how he tries not to pass it on to his robins
This honestly make my day and I'm see this as wholesome and kind thing to do hope the OP(original poster) stay in touch with them
