i can't believe im actually posting this

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I can’t believe I spent an hour of effort on this… 

keith in evangelion pardoy!! THIS WON’T BE THE LAST I DO..!! If you guys got a particular scene you’d like me to redraw lmk and I’ll consider it  ♡ ♡

idk people seemed to actually like my last BATIM post so I thought I’d post some more. So here, have a few Bendy doodles.

Some of these are once again inspired by @shinyzango‘s 2d bendy au. I know it’s not totally obvious but I couldn’t not credit them in good conscious.

A well trimmed dog nail is so satisfying to look at. Conversely, looking at a dog whose nails are way overdue feels like my body has been filled with bees.

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Pictures tweeted by Furirin after Episode 10 of “Punkichi no Himitsukichi”! (x)

Fun fact: in addition to the #PunkichiNoHimitsukichi tag from the original tweet, the version that Furirin uploaded on Instagram also includes the tag “#boy😎”.

anonymous asked:

If you want, would you be interested in doing full drawings of what the Twelve Olympians look like in your AU? I know you're busy, so this is just a sort of inspo if you feel like it 😊. And I love that recent Lars that you just did 😍

aww gracias amigo!! and iM TRYING TO LMAO, there’s this giant masterpost with like 20 or so of them im working on, but it’s far from completion sooo have this lil wip for now~

“What do boys taste like when you kiss them?”

It’s hard being the only openly gay kid in school… Especially when you’re the catcher on the baseball team with a hopeless crush on your pitcher, who is not only the straightest person you know, but also happens to keep asking you questions about your sexual preferences…

So… I may or may not be writing a fanfiction, but I’m also the worlds worst writer, so we’ll see where this goes ~

THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE

paring: aureliano/spadino (suburra)

language: English (I don’t even know why. anyway)

warning(s): slurs, swearing, angsty, real first kiss + a VERY moody aureliano, idek what this shit is tbh

word count: 1671

summery: in which Aureliano proves once again he is absolutely unable to properly deal with his feelings. Same for Spadino. They’re just two asshole who need love.

notes: I apologize in advance for… this. It’s the first time I try to write something in English that’s not a stupid random post on tumblr, so I know there are probably MANY horrible mistakes. I’m sorry sjdjsj I don’t really know what to say tbh, I don’t know if I’ve completely miscaracterized Aureliano and Spadino (I personally hate when the characters are too ooc, but yeah. now I know it’s not easy to keep them ic), I don’t know if it makes sense at all, I just don’t know. Feel free to interpret it as you want. aaaah im so embarrassed sjjdjs Oh! The title is from Bastille’s song, which inspired me a lot!! Enjoy xoxo

Originally posted by ripleyuniverse


People always desperately try to hand up on something, to keep things and people, but the truth is that losing everything is liberating. Painful, but liberating.

Aureliano had lost everything: his dog, his father, his sister, his lover, his friends. Every single of them had slowly disappeared.

Losing everything means having no weakness, it means being immortal, indestructible. Except there was something that prevented Aureliano from getting rid of that nauseating, insufferable feeling of anguish and agony. Isabel’s dead had destroyed him, causing him an inexplicable pain and filling him with a furious rage. The same rage he thought he could have used to have his revenge, to eliminate everyone who hurt him and teared him apart. But time had passed and the flame of his rage was still not strong enough to suppress his feeling of desperation.

He couldn’t really explain to himself why, why he felt so alone and in need of… emotional support. Someone like him, with a generally awful temper, usually angry and aggressive, was feeling like that. Maybe the reason was that he hadn’t really lost everything. Not yet.

“Maybe you’ll understand who your true friends are”.

Spadino. Fucking gypsy. Gypsy and a faggot. Friend. The only one.


“Why did you call me?”

Spadino’s thrilling tone and annoying smirk almost makes Aureliano regret of having called him. At first, he would have gladly deleted that stupid grin from his face using his punches, then he learned to appreciate it and to find it almost pleasant. Now he feels like punching him in the face again.

“They killed her”, he says, after having taken off his sunglasses. His voice cracks and his eyes, usually cold and creepy, are red.

Spadino looks at him in surprise. Did Aureliano seriously call him to tell him that? The young Anacleti hasn’t forgotten how that asshole humiliated him last time. He feels kind of rancorous but also thankful, because Aureliano helped him to finally accept himself and to be a man. He’s not that stupid, rebellious kid anymore, pathetically in love with the man who brutally murdered his fucking cousin.

It doesn’t stop his chest from aching, thought. Aureliano looks almost like a child; a sad, lonely child. That fucking asshole. That bastard. Spadino has grown up, he has learned, but Aureliano still makes him feel weak and stupidly in love. It hurts a little bit.

“Why are you telling me? I thought I disgusted you”.

Alberto emphasizes the word disgusted, staring at him in challenge. He’s a little shit after all, and won’t be the caring and supporting friend Aureliano wants him to be in that moment. Adami immediately perceives his hostility and feels his blood boiling. Of course Spadino would have never acted friendly with him. It still angers him so, so much that the eccentric idiot whom he considered a dear friend is a fucking fag. More than anything, it angers him that he had thought about Spadino’s confession and kiss more that he could have ever conceived. Fucking gypsy.

“You disgust me, indeed”, he says, venomously. “It has been a stupid fucking idea calling you”. Aureliano stares at him with anger for few seconds, then turns around ready to leave. Spadino moves quickly and grabs his arm.

“Why are you telling me, Aurelià?” Spadino repeats the question he already asked before, but this time he doesn’t sound like he wants to make fun of him. Aureliano gets rid of his grip with a rough gesture.

“Don’t touch me”, he says, coldly.

Alberto starts breathing heavily, because that situation reminds him of when he had naively thought he could have ruled Rome together with Aureliano, receiving in return words of repugnance. It hurt like a bitch.

“I’m sorry… about Isabel, I mean”, he mutters. His arms are rigidly stretched along his hips. “How did it happen?”

Aureliano stays silent for a while. He’s not the type of person who talks a lot, Spadino knows it very well. He’s only able to communicate yelling aggressively, and is somehow very elusive. Unattainable.

“My sister”, he answers only.

It is so obvious that Aureliano is in need of support right now. Which is strange as fuck and makes Spadino feel weird and restless. He hates desiring so much to touch him, instead of, you know, cutting his throat and killing him once for all.

Without saying a word, Spadino slowly moves his hand, about to touch Aureliano’s arm.

Don’t touch me.

He hesitates.

What the fuck is going on. Why. There is this tension he can’t clearly describe.

Aureliano doesn’t move and keeps staring at him; his light, cold, beautiful eyes are desperate, but he’s uncommonly calm.

Spadino doesn’t want him to reject him in disgust once again, or he’ll probably stab him. It’s hard to admit, but he’s scared.

Despite his feeling of hesitation, the young Anacleti gently puts his hand on Aureliano’s arm. Adami releases a sigh, almost like he has kept his breath all that time, and slightly closes his eyes.

“Aurelià…”, Spadino whispers, slowly moving his hand like he’s trying to caress him, “I’m… I’m sorry”.

Aureliano remains silent, his eyes still closed, breathing regularly. Spadino doesn’t know how, but now his hand is on his cheek and he’s drawing light circles with his thumb. He can clearly feel Aureliano’s hot breath on his mouth and his chest hurts like hell. What the fuck.

“Spadì”, suddenly says Aureliano, taking Spadino by surprise and making him withdraw his hand in reflection. Aureliano immediately grabs it, and stares at him with curiosity.

“What the fuck are you doing”, Spadino asks, with the same confused and surprised tone of that time in the mud bath.

“What are you doing, Spadì”.

Adami is now sneering. “Do you really want to kiss me, huh, you fucking fag?”

Now it is Alberto’s turn to roughly get rid of his grip. He shows off his best psychotic smirk. Last time that blond bastard called him a fag he was so obviously repelled, but this time is different.

That situation is surreal: Aureliano should be at home, filled with rage and ready to blow up the whole fucking city; instead, he’s here, with him, now looking like a lost puppy, now joking with him about kissing. What the fuck.

Fuck you, asshole”.

The very next moment, without even giving Spadino the time to realize, Aureliano is grabbing his face with both hands and is mouth open kissing him.

Seeing Aureliano rapidly moving towards him had induced him to check his pocket searching for his knife, ready to fight back. But was he wrong. Oh, was he.

His tongue is hot and wet and Spadino is a mess of tingles.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is all so fucking surreal.

Aureliano is in tension, Anacleti can clearly feel his muscles stretching under the palms of his hands; hands that he tightly keeps on his shoulders.

Aureliano is sucking and biting, kissing him violently, almost desperately. His hands are now on his heck, squeezing it enough to cut Spadino’s breath off. The poor gypsy can’t help but moan, and, God, he hasn’t kissed many people in his life, but this sure is the most hot, arousing kiss he has ever experienced.

When the hold around his heck becomes too strong, Spadino bites Aureliano’s lower lip, making him bleed.

Adami groans in response and takes his head away, their noses still touching. The taste of the blood, Aureliano’s watery, light eyes, and his hands still around his heck make his now obvious erection even more painful. He never felt this alive, never.

Adami is grinding his teeth, glaring at him with an expression of extreme rage; his face is red and his lip pulsates. He hates Spadino’s annoying fleer so fucking much, he’s so obviously exited it’s disgusting. That fucking gypsy.

I’m gonna murder you”, he blurts out, angrily, and brutally pushes him away. The words are thin blades that hardly come out of his mouth.

Spadino starts laughing hysterically. That roller coaster of emotions has destabilized him in a weirdly pleasant way. He feels the adrenaline running in his veins, making him want to dance and sing and jump - jump on Aureliano, preferably.

Fucking gypsy, huh?” The temptation of istigate him is too strong. He wants to see Aureliano insecure and vulnerable because of him. He wants it so fucking much.

Shut up”, says Aureliano, putting his sunglasses back. He’s still taking deep breaths. His head is a mess and he wants to kill something. Someone. Actually, he’d violently murder Spadino.

When you lose everything, nothing matters anymore. You just don’t care. So Aureliano felt like wanting to put his tongue in Spadino’s throat and he did it.

Now he feels like shooting him in the face… and he’s not going to do it. Because that’s all a fucking lie and he actually cares. Fuck. Fuck him. That damn faggot.

“This is actually hilarious”. Spadino’s voice awakes him from his thoughts. He’s still giggling and seems to be unable to rest for a second.

“Do not say a fucking word”, Aureliano articulates, angrily. That’s all an ugly, insufferable mess.

Spadino laughs out loud.

“What… what was that? Shit, I can't—”.

“I said, shut up”, Aureliano brutally interrupts him. His face is red and his eyes are wide open and scary.

“I’m gonna seriously fucking kill you, I swear”. He turns away and starts moving towards his car. He has to leave. Now.

Spadino looks at him moving away, still smiling. Aureliano is confusing and transparent at the same time. He could have killed him when they met last time, he could kill him now; but Alberto’s still breathing, alive, exited, hopeful. It will probably hurt, but in that moment it doesn’t matter.

Next time, Aurelià”, Spadino says, making a slight bow. His voice is weirdly soft and makes something vibrate inside Aureliano.

Adami glares at him out the corner of his eye, without saying a word. Sure, next time… when he will finally kill him. Spadino. His last weakness.

OMG GUYS SLEEPING AT LAST RETWEETED ME AHHHHH

OMG OMG OMG FUCK IM CRYING AND LAUGHING AT THE SAME TIME OMG. WHAT IS HAPPENING?! I CANT BREATH

SLEEPING AT LAST RETWEETED MY TWEET GUYS!!!

SLEEPING AT LAST!!!

THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER OMG I CANT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED

GUYS IM CRYING ACTUAL TEARS AHHHHHHHHHHH

SLEEPING AT LAST THE GUY THAT MAKES THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MUSIC SAW MY TWEET AND REBLOGGED IT OMG

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SLEEPING AT LAST

OMG I CANT BELIEVE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED

AND THE LYRICS I POSTED UP WERE FROM MY FAVOURITE SONG BY HIM - SATURN

AND IT WAS JUST SO PERFECT FOR SAYING GOODBYE TO CASSINI

BUT GUYS SLEEPING AT LAST SAW MY TWEET I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED

IM NEVER GONNA GET OVER THIS SORRY ABOUT THE CRAZY FANGIRLING

@spabelweek day 2: travel

context: On a journey to mend a severe heartbreak, Emma drunkenly asks some stranger she met at the airport to take her with him and now she regrets it because they’re currently stuck in the middle of nowhere in some foreign country and she’s too shocked and embarrassed to say something and Antonio the stranger is still processing what the fuck just happened so they just stood there like idiots.

AKA keep me away from cheesy Filipino films I always rip it off w/ my fandom hands.

IM BACK!!!!!!!!!! (wow sophie tone it down a bit will you?) Anyways my beautiful loves, I’m (hopefully) back for sure this time and I’m super excited about it! I have a lot of ideas for this “comeback” but if there’s anything you’d like to see on this account, just say something!!!

anonymous asked:

i can't believe you actually did change your icon bc someone thought it was a dick in between some butt cheeks aldbakdns lmao!!!! anyway!! i check ur blog almost daily basically because i love ur doodles sooo so much

AGFJKDGKJ THAT was so embarrassing…so I switched for a More Conventional Anime Girl….. 
thank you so much for reading my blog regularly…sometimes I worry I cause spam because I post too much hahaha……..ha…..

me: *decides to look at new kpop groups*
me: *jammin*
me: *scrolls down to see comments*
person 1: omg i can’t believe im actually older than someone
person 2: omg i know its the first time i am too
person 3: yeah it’s so weird i was born in 2002
me:

ok but discourse became something of a relevancy battle like i deadass stopped reading any ‘my opinion’ posts bc y'all are ready to tear eachother apart over nonsense it stopped being a tool to fight actual problematic behavior and more of a Spin The Wheel game to figure out how you can earn attention for talking abt detail that doesn’t fall under the problematic/toxic category and rather may just be plain annoying but u gotta….. Spice It Up for the views this became yout//ube i can’t believe y'all are riceguming ur way to less than 1k followers in a week we the strongest family out there bye sisters