yknow, for someone who claims neil is the best out of the trio, i sure hardly ever draw him

Im so gay. and sad

saw @chez-cinnamon's absolutely BANGER butterfly!Howdy design and couldn't resist! two fluffy flutterbyes <3 solidarity

wip wednesday, teehee

i was tagged ny @eddiediaztho, @hippolotamus, @exhuastedpigeon, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, and @jesuisici33, mwah

have a sorta long snippet of hoa eddie finally starting to figure his shit out. he's a fucking loser. i love him.

Once Buck’s drifted off to sleep, snug and relaxed under the big blanket, Eddie rolls over and grabs his phone off the nightstand. He opens one eye, turns the brightness all the way down, clicks onto the browser, and types am i gay quiz in the search bar.  Dozens of links pop up. He clicks on the first one, marks the answers that resonate the most with him, and frowns when his results of 89% straight flash on the screen with a sullen face.  “What the fuck does that even mean?” he mumbles and then, with a fierceness that crinkles his brow, clicks off the quiz and finds another.  He takes seven more, each a little more deranged than the last, and throws his phone to the hardwood floor when he gets his eighth variation of Unfortunately, you aren’t gay! because he’s upset. It thuds loud and heavy, and slides face up all the way to his closet; the screen shines bright like a little flashlight, illuminating the corner.  Eddie huffs, flops onto his back, crosses his arms over his chest, and pouts.  How dare those quizzes diagnose him heterosexual? Yeah, sure, he has a preference for feminine-presenting people, but he’s had plenty of cock to know he’s not straight, too, and being in heterosexual-passing relationships don’t make him any less queer. He’s worked too damn hard to accept himself, selfishly and fearlessly and totally, to let a few quizzes invalid him.  Which—why was he taking the quizzes in the first place? He knows he’s queer and he doesn’t need a pompous test on the Internet to tell him so, Christ. He’s acting like a lovestruck kid with his first crush on another boy.  The absurdity of the situation makes him giggle. He swipes a hand over his face to muffle his laughter, but his body shakes, so near Buck’s, and it rouses Buck around. Eddie sobers and shuts his eyes, feigning sleep.  It doesn’t work.  This must be how Christopher feels when it’s past his negotiated bedtime of midnight.  Buck murmurs, a pitiful noise, and snuffles close. “Eddie?” He noses along Eddie’s shoulder until he has his face stuffed in Eddie’s throat, right where his pulse throbs. “Wha’s goin’ on? Heard a noise.”  “It’s fine,” he says, wrapping Buck up in his arms and pulling him in, until he’s nearly laid out atop Eddie’s body. His weight feels nice, solid and sturdy. “Go back to sleep.”  Buck smacks his lips, puffs his stinky breath in Eddie’s face, and sighs. “M’kay.” He cuddles in, nestling up over Eddie’s body like three’s no other place in the world he wants to be, and goes still. “Nighty night.”  Eddie exhales. “Night, Buck,” he says, setting his chin on top of Buck’s head and running his fingers through Buck’s sweaty, frizzy hair.  He looks at his phone in the corner one last time and wonders if there are any quizzes on the Internet that might help him figure out if he’s in love with his best friend before he eventually dozes off, too, wrapped up tight beneath Buck’s big body. 

no pressure tagging @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @callmenewbie, @thewolvesof1998, @try-set-me-on-fire, @shitouttabuck, @folk-fae, @fortheloveofbuddie, @eowon, @giddyupbuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @ladydorian05, @loserdiaz, @callaplums, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and whoever else wants to share something <3

when you know a scene needs a big unique asset as a focal point but don't want to model it yet

hnnngg i need to snuggle with Foul Legacy immediately,,, i need him to be a moth weighted blanket as i lay on the couch so i can feel so squished and comfortable and sleepy, listening to his purrs and feeling his claws knead the blanket as i finally get to rest

can you tell i worked too much today

hello new self portrait just dropped which means this is officially what i look like now

Afraid to go to sleep cause I ate two hotdogs before bed and my stomach might fucking kill me if I fall unconscious

For someone who likes to say she doesn't have a type, I do have a tendency to just date the same people in different fonts over and over huh

[ID: A comic of Jon and Martin from TMA. Jon knocks on the door of Martin’s office and a moment later it opens. The text representing Martin’s speech is in cursive, and the text representing Jon’s is pointy print. Martin: What is it, Jon? Jon: How are you? Martin: ... Busy. Jon: Yes, I know. But Melanie’s at counselling and Daisy and Basira are both out, so... could I sit in the hallway? Martin: ... Why? Jon: Because I miss you. Martin: [all-caps] Jon. Jon: You don’t even have to let me in. Martin: Urrrgh. After this exchange, they both return to their work, with Jon sitting on the floor against Martin’s closed door. There is text above him reading [puking his terrors]. At ten past five, Martin looks at the clock, sighs, and moves to continue working with his back against the other side of the door, with text reading [angsty typing noises]. The last panel is a side-view of the two of them back to back, and from this perspective we see Jon smiling and Martin looking sad. There is only a doorknob on Martin’s side of the door. End ID.]

i am once again being normal about season four (<- lying)

eepy

need a boyfriend but also romance is disgusting but also I'm obsessed with it and want to feel it but also i don't want to commit or feel constricted by a limited relationship but also sometimes the idea of belonging to one person is nice but also no it doesn't i am a person not an object but also yes i am or at least i would be if i could but also i would never trust anyone enough for that but also i wish i could but also

can daddy please have just five minutes to himself to piss in peace?

real quick before i go to sleep. come morning light (you and i'll be safe and sound) by fakecharliebrown

I hate that we keep getting to about midnight and being like "okay I'm too exhausted to stay upright and my back hurts too much" and then accidentally falling asleep but then when we wake up a few hours later we're either just as exhausted or potentially feel even worse but our options are to either try and sit up anyway, or end up falling asleep again and getting a total of like 7 hours of sleep where absolutely none of it was actually restful