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somehow this became a hypmic blog || @k0batos on twitter
sunflowergalaxy-hide:
“ I finally had some time to (more or less) finish it. Christmas is a busy time. I hope you are all having an amazing holiday! ♥
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sunflowergalaxy-hide:

I finally had some time to (more or less) finish it. Christmas is a busy time. I hope you are all having an amazing holiday! ♥

2018.12.26    562 notes    reblog
nautilics:
“it won’t last.
(a commission for arsenicjay on twitter!)
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nautilics:

it won’t last.

(a commission for arsenicjay on twitter!)

2018.12.07    209 notes    reblog

spaceportfloozy:

The Nigerian Job.png

(Source: rabbimilligan)

pikachu-daisuki:

団長のごはん🍚🍚

(Source: onakapecopeco)

2018.11.08    680 notes    reblog

merelybeing:

Stephanie Beatriz on Brooklyn Nine-Nine representing bisexuality

ruddy-rutile:

Sometimes I think about how the ending evokes the image of Phos and Cinnabar almost managing to connect, but then being separated by a ray of reflected moonlight.

(Source: rutilation)

2018.09.07    274 notes    reblog

sphenodontia:

i didn’t know how to tell you, and now i never will. 

2018.09.02    1,498 notes    reblog
artofkace:
“you’re both corrosive, gonna wear yourselves away
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artofkace:

you’re both corrosive, gonna wear yourselves away

2018.08.31    1,404 notes    reblog
manidrawsstuffs:
“So close yet so far
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manidrawsstuffs:

So close yet so far

2017.12.25    479 notes    reblog
deruel-blog:
“Houseki no Kuni chapter 62 preview
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deruel-blog:

Houseki no Kuni chapter 62 preview

2017.11.25    230 notes    reblog

navyinks:

then and now

2017.11.07    358 notes    reblog

Weird Old Man Taako Outwits Death (his husband, sister, and brother in law) and Lives Forever (and by lives forever I mean “annoys his family”)

anonymousalchemist:

Taako is supposed to die on the 18th of October, 652 A.H. Taako knows this. Taako stole Kravitz’s calendar-slash-agenda and on 10/18/52, it is marked in red: “Take Taako home.” There’s an asterisk mark with the addendum, “buy flowers maybe?”

Taako had grinned to see that. Even centuries after their wedding, his husband’s a sap. Guess people don’t change much. Taako knows he hasn’t.

He’s older, sure. His face has more lines, his knees hurt when he runs, there’s no way he’s doing his flip wizard routine anytime soon. He’s hung up his headmaster’s hat, checking into the school is mostly a formality these days and the Taako™ brand chugs along without his help, really.

But. Ch'boy’s still got it.

On October 17th, 652 A.H., Taako goes to sleep next to his husband. On the morning of the 18th, Kravitz is confused to wake up alone. He rubs his eyes and gropes around the bed half-asleep, expecting another body to be there.

“Taako?” he says. “You in the bathroom?”

Silence. Kravitz looks around. The bedroom is the same as last night. He notices a note on his nightstand. He picks it up. It’s Taako™ brand stationary.

He unfolds it.

“CATCH ME IF YOU CAN, BABE! LOVE, TAAKO ‘GONNA LIVE FOREVER’ TAACO”

It’s punctuated with a hot-pink lipstick kiss. Kravitz stares at it blankly, and then laughs. Okay. So that’s how it’s going to be. Kravitz summons his stone of farspeech. He dials a code that he knows by memory.

It rings once, twice, then the click of the line connecting.

“What?” Lup asks, mumbling. “It’s too early for work, Krav, callmebacklater.” She yawns.

“So you don’t want to help me hunt down your brother?” Kravitz says.

“He ran?” Kravitz can hear Lup’s grin.

“Mmhmm. He, uh, left a note.”

Lup laughs. Her voice gets farther away, as if she’s talking away from the phone.

“Barry? Babe, get up, sorry to wake you but we gotta go reap Taako’s ass.”

“What?” Barry’s voice, echoing. “Whuh? Okay—”  

“Give us fifteen, and we’ll be right over,” Lup says into the stone of farspeech, and then the connection clicks out.

Kravitz puts the stone away and sighs. He was going to do it easy, romantic. He had his house — their house — all ready, too. He even bought flowers. But, well, and Kravitz smiles, Taako wouldn’t be Taako if he did things the easy way.

Kravitz claps his hands, and his pajama-clad flesh form burns away into a be-suited skeleton. You know, for old times sake. He summons his scythe.

Alright. Time to track down his beloved husband.

2017.09.16    4,876 notes    reblog
miss-cigarettes:
“ぢんすこ぀いろぐ || さみγͺぎ@twitter [pixiv] || Twitter
β€»Permission to upload this was given by the artist (©).
**Please, rate and/or bookmark her works on Pixiv too**
[Please do not repost, edit or remove credits]
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miss-cigarettes:

ぶんすこついろぐ || さみなぎ@twitter [pixiv] || Twitter
※Permission to upload this was given by the artist (©).
**Please, rate and/or bookmark her works on Pixiv too**
[Please do not repost, edit or remove credits]
2017.08.09    509 notes    reblog

cartnsncreal:

This Artist Has Been Turning Barbies Into Muslim Women Icons

Ibtihaj Muhammad and Ilhan Omar have gotten the “Hijarbie” treatment.

Super proud!🏅 #RepresentationMatters 

(Source: The Huffington Post)

ruinedchildhood:

😭😍😭😍😭😍😭😍