like really a tiring one


space dad and space fab

so about a year and a half ago, i set out to draw every clara outfit ever
74 outfits later, i’m finally done

prints/mugs/totes and all that jazz are up on society6 and redbubble now!

I was feeling weird about my coloring lately cause it seemed to make the original lineart look so different from the final illustration, so I decided to simplify it a lot and this is my first attempt! So far I like it better, the face over all heee. 

This is also the first time I draw Inej so here have her *shoves her towards you*

some people make me feel so worthless, it hurts sometimes, I just wish to sleep for over a week without dealing with anything.

hap dad day!

tell ya what tho lots of people talk about how vax showed keyleth how to open up and how he encouraged her to take risks and all that jazz

but I don’t think I’ve seen people talking about how keyleth’s softened those awkward, looming pauses, or loosened the almost-overwhelming solemnity of the big deep conversations vax tends to get mired in. maybe it took them a bit but they’ve both helped iron out a couple of the other’s rough edges. that’s not a poor place to end it, all things considered

This anon’s second request for the expression challenge!

Don’t Drink Much//H.S

Today was a long day! I appreciate all the good vibes sent my way! In honor of my love for you, here is another “Don’t ___ Much”. I really hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think! XR

You weren’t a heavy drinker. Except for those few months in college, you tended to stay away from any form of liquor. But tonight was different. It was celebration time! You just got promoted at your job, Harry asked you to move in with him, and you finally fit into those skinny jeans you’ve been trying to squeeze into for months! So you begged your boyfriend and a couple of friends to take you out to a bar or a club for the special occasion.

Harry was never able to say no to you so when the clock struck ten you two were out the door headed to a private club to meet up with the gang. You were beyond giddy, pulling Harry along towards the car and jumping in your seat nearly the whole way there. When you arrived you were met with congratulatory shots, paid for by your lovely friends and a fruity drink compliments of Harry’s first trip to the bar.

Hours of dancing, shots, and more Malibu Breeze (as the night went on you had learned what the delicious drink was called), you were thoroughly drunk. Your friends were nearly on your level of happiness but Harry just sat, sipping from his Crown and Coke, an amused smile playing on his lips. When the opening bars of your favorite One Direction song started blaring through the speakers, you couldn’t help but scream out for Harry to join you.

He was met with a round of applause from your inebriated friends when he finally sidled up beside you. You smiled and looped your arms around his neck, screaming the lyrics of “Best Song Ever” at the top of your lungs. Harry laughed and even sang along a little bit, but he was more focused on watching you gleefully jump up and down, fistbumping the air every once in awhile.

When the song ended, much to your dismay, you realized how tired you had become. Your body felt like Jell-o and you let out a giggle with every wobbly step you took.

“I think it’s time to get you home, love.” Harry whispered into your ear, placing his hand securely at the base of your back so you wouldn’t fall. You giggled at the pressure of his large palm on your back, feeling a lot more ticklish than usual.

Harry attempted to usher you out of the club and into the car but as soon as your face hit fresh air you made a break away, stumbling on your woozy legs, shouting for Harry to catch you over your shoulder. His long legs quickly caught up to you, pulling you gently back to the car. You kept giggling and trying to run away until Harry got frustrated and just picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. Letting out a cackle, you smacked his butt.

“Love the view from here, babe!” You yelled, as he carried you back to the car.

“Not too bad from up here either.” You gasped at his comment but smiled nonetheless. Your butt better look good in the jeans that took you months to fit into.

When he finally got you to the car, he plopped you down in the passenger seat, hoping that the worst was over. But, alas, buckling you up proved to be just as difficult.

“Hug me, Harry.” You whined, reaching your arms out to embrace him for the sixth time, effectively blocking the seat belt from securing you into place.

“I’ll hug you when we get home, love.” He smiled, placing your arms down, and quickly buckled you in.

“My home or your home?” You asked innocently.

“Our home, love.” He smirked, kissing you on your nose, making you dissolve into giggles.