I want a bf that's like Toby and Caleb combined

Mathys Tel, Leon Goretzka, and Harry Kane for Allianz UK 🇬🇧

in the midst of writing my exam today i was literally being like “well what do i do if i fail this.” bc that’s how fucked it was 😭

Late night Beav doodles. My little cutie patootie (he’s awful)

Still don’t know how the fuck to draw an underbite so he looks a little too normal and cutesy I think.

I definitely feel like Beavis is one of those people (me) that feels comfortable in small tight spaces kind of like a cat (at least as long as the tight space isn’t in a crowd). Like if he was panicking about something he would just go under a blanket or in a corner and curl up until the problem has resolved itself or someone drags him out.

Honestly the way I imagine him is a lot like a cat, but specifically those spooky stray skinny ones that look at you like they’re haunted and have really jumpy, overreactive, and strange reactions to things. That’s also why I make his eyes look like that. He is catboy pilled but in a rancid and feral way.

okay how scary is slay the princess? i am a wuss when it comes to games - could not handle dead space or any of the silent hills. i barely made it through the first bioshock. but the art looks so pretty, and it sounds like a beautifully tragic kind of story, i just need to know if my anxiety can handle it.

WIP

Yeah I think I'm gonna start working on some Slay the Princess art now

How fitting for February!

i always see u debating about kaiser and cars on my tl

can you write a snippet of a scenario involving those two of you ever feel up for it?

RPM!

formula one racer kaiser hcs

gender neutral reader

Kaiser lives for the thrill that comes with professional racing. It’s fast, it’s exhilarating, and if he manages to emerge victorious (as he often does, given that he’s the irreplaceable ace of his team), he gets to hog all of the glory for himself. The high stakes of the sport aside, Formula One lets him drive around in all the cool sports cars that people couldn’t even dream about getting into otherwise, and the amount of sponsors and important people he has wrapped around his little finger goes a long way to stroke his already intolerable ego.

He tends to be a very aggressive driver, with his style being focused solely on himself and gaining the fastest time possible. He isn’t the type of driver to play nice just so someone else on his team can get a better time—nah, he always wants to be the first one across the finish line, and that’s how he trains and invests himself into becoming. Even his own management has given up on trying to teach him some manners; as long as Kaiser continually dominates the races, they can rake in even bigger prospects. So, as annoying as it might be to face off against a driver as incessant as Kaiser, people still have to acknowledge his formidable ambition and his skill behind the wheel.

His fellow racer is none other than Ness, and unlike Kaiser who has a very offensive driving style, Ness tends to clean up after Kaiser on the defensive end. Once Kaiser gets in the front and in a good position to either steal or retain the first place spot, Ness ends up following him closely from the back and calmly driving defensively so that nobody else can pass him. The Emperor and the Magician are a scary duo to face off against on the track, and thanks to the perfected chemistry between the two, Kaiser and Ness usually come in first and second respectively to place both drivers on the podium. Kaiser likes having Ness as his other racer the most thanks to how well their playstyles mesh together. 

Despite being one of the world’s best race car drivers, no one trusts him to drive off the track. Poor boy loves speeding and making the sharpest turns ever, and he ends up getting confined to the passenger seat when he’s not driving professionally. He probably even tried to buy one of his professional cars to use for everyday purposes, only for the company president to chew him out and tell him that he can buy whatever expensive car he wants with his salary, but the very fragile, not-built-for-regular-usage race cars are not up for purchase for him to do as he pleases. Still, you bet he’s on the lookout for the first opportunity where he can go cruising down his neighborhood in one of his babies.

Loves, loves, LOVES all the attention he gets from his fans. The very first thing he does after winning a race is prancing out of his car, taking his helmet off, and shaking his long hair out slightly just to listen to everyone screaming at him. Let’s face it, he has everything going for him: a successful career, the skills to back it up, and he’s ridiculously handsome on top of it. Fans are always asking him questions, begging for an autograph, and snapping pictures of him whenever he walks past, and photographs of him post-race all smug and fitted in that skin-tight F1 uniform of his are plastered all over the corners of the Internet for everyone to enjoy. 

Even in this AU, his tattoos are probably sensational too. It’s hard for people to catch a glimpse of it thanks to how much of his body his uniform covers, but catching a glimpse of his signature blue rose and inked thorns peeking over the collar of his suit or the pretty crown on the back of his hand is enough to drive people wild. Kaiser knows this, and being the cheeky tease he is, he’ll sometimes take pictures for his social media where he’ll deliberately show bits and pieces of his tattoo. God forbid he ever shows the entire thing someday—the entire racing stadium would be stuffed with his fans in the seats attempting to see it in real life.

Kaiser has a potty mouth when it comes to talking into his radio while driving. Once he’s behind the wheel and on the racetrack, the boy does whatever he pleases. His team could be begging him to slow down or change his tires, but if he thinks that’ll only hinder his performance, he’s quick to ignore them and cuss them out over the radio. Kaiser tends to make the right call about whether or not he needs something, so the team is used to turning a blind eye to his snappy manner on the racetrack. But if they really need someone to bring him in and put him in his place, they usually ask one of the senior racers and Kaiser’s mentor, Noel Noa, to take over the radio and scold Kaiser for a bit. No matter how much of a talented racer as Kaiser might be, he can’t win over someone like Noa. Kaiser also has a tendency to slip into talking in German once he gets in the groove, so it’s expected of anyone joining his team to be fluent in the language.

“Didn’t I do great? No need to be shy in praising me. We both know there’s no one else out there who races as well as I do. Hey, even someone like me needs some motivation to keep going. And where better to get it than from my favorite person? I don’t have all day, you know!”

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Gosh I keep forgetting that Din is the Mandalore during this chapter omg. This man is so humble and selfless I can't-.

This is why he’d make the PERFECT LEADER 🗣️

off's singing part at the gmmtv starlympic 🌟

I hate this job I hope I die in this office (<- me every time something embarrassing happens)

I giggle every time other Knuckles get flustered by Rouges...meanwhile, mine over here has kissed at least 3-4 and made them all faint or flustered them >w>

jailbreaking an iphone is a lot simpler than i thought it would be . i thought it would be more akin to modding my 3ds but its actually a lot easier

i will get tired of talking about it eventually but what if i actually like ended it all guys it’s SO BAD MUSICAL THEATRE IS OVER ENDANGERED SPECIES THEY WANT US TO DIE THEY WANT ME PERSONALLY TO DIE

I have meow meow brainrot just like everyone else on this hellsite. Take this screenshot redraw!

So, I finished it. I'm done with Hannibal...but to be honest, guys, I don't think it's done with me. I sincerely feel changed after binging that show. Like, I don't even know if I want to talk or rant about it, but I feel like I have to ruminate on it. I mean, fuck. I've never been so torn while watching a show. Even knowing the end, when I started, I wanted to see it make sense, and very early on, it did.

Hannibal & Will are like any leads of tragic romances of literature, though crueler and more unforgivable than most pairings. They're marked from their introduction, sworn to another within a moment. There is no end while they both live, yet the end would be false and unsatisfying if one survived the other. It's impossible to fathom that frayed thread of fate snapping with finality through one lonely death. They had to go out together.

Will knew it from the moment he proposed they fake Hannibal's escape; it was going to end with the two of them, and he was willing, ready, even eager to surrender himself to dying with Hannibal.

I think the only thing that terrified Will more than Hannibal getting away to haunt his mind, was the fear of what it would feel like to kill Hannibal and have to continue being haunted by him still. The loneliness of it would break his mind. Hannibal had been in there too long; he always knew the best times to move and work around Will, and the perfect moments to hook his claws in whenever Will wanted to shake him loose.

Hannibal showed it clear as day when he surrendered after Will said goodbye. 'I won't let you let me go.'

Hannibal carved out his own wing in Will's memory palace. By the time of the events of Red Dragon, Will's realized that he'll never escape Hannibal, and by the finale, he accepts that he won't survive him either.