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He urge to try and make them too adnwksbsjdhjandbdhd it looks so fun i cant

Mouse Armor by Jeff de Boer

Etsy Mouse armor necklace and earrings available as well as other work by Jeff de Boor.

Never let your guard down.

He looks like he’s about to curse someone out omg

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Help cats are so cuteeeeeeee

Sound up

HELP HOLY SHIT MY DAD SHOWED ME THE MUSIC VIDEO COVER RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS DID OF LOVE ROLLARCOSTER BC WE WERE WATCHING THE FINAL DESTINATION MOVIES AND THATS THE SONG IN THE THIRD ONE BUT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

IVE ONLY SEEN THE FIRST THREE SO FAR BUT ALL WERE REFERENCED IN THE MUSIC VIDEO

THE ROLLARCOSTER

THE AIRPLANE

THE HIGHWAY BIG TRUCK PILEUP

THE CARNIVAL SCENE WITH ANDYS STORE AT THE END

AM I GOING INSANE?????? HAS ANYONE EVER LOOKED AT THIS BEFORE??????? HAS ANYONE NOTICED IT????????

Pov me getting my girlfriends attention

Pov my girlfriend getting my attention

This

This is almost exactly how i imagine him in the books????? How did you draw almost exactly what i think of from the book holy shit thats amazing

Like i love how show kaz looks but fanart for book kaz just always seems just a little off for me but this is so accurate to my funky little brain view you are amazing random artist person

been a minute since i’ve drawn Kaz

“Watch where the bird flies! It will lead us to–”

“The entire crew dying bc you gave away your address to one of the god’s bitch ass son”

“…What?”

“I SAID THE–”

“PolitiES DONT GO WHERE THE BIRDS FLY THEY WILL LEAD US TO DEAD”

I also did this. Apollo’s forgot about the loophole.

My girl Cassandra deserved a better fate. Let her be one of the Ithacan sisters.

Nah i wont question it but i will definitely fluster you

Fuck it we ball

Tummy Tuesday

If anyone says anything weird you will be blocked ❤️ (teasing is alright i dont mind it)

why is that shirt huge on me jeez

Mk for some reason i have phoenix stuck in my head and my brain made like a storyboard for loz with it??????

Like the “it’s your reflection looking back to pull you down” it would be the ocarina of time scene with the shadow link reflection thingy

And the “go bury your demons and tear down the ceiling” could be twilight princess link with the interloper thing or skyward sword link with demise or oooo even better ss link and demise the first time the line happens and then tw link with the interloper the second time the line pops up

And idk but the idea of link as a phoenix link thing bc yk constant reincarnation and endless fighting

We’d both be staring at something beautiful

Museum dates where she stares at the art and I stare at her.

Don’t worry guys it’s normal for dust bunnies to sleep there

I mean what are ya gonna do stress eat? Oh look a perfect bowl of bread to stress eat while worrying about why someone would give you bread and not want you to eat all of it at a rate so horrifying the person in the chair nearest to you looks on in terror as you order the biggest thing on the menu and all but inhale it

Oddly specific totally didnt happen but ya wtf is up with giving people bread and expecting them not to eat it????? Bullshit. I will eat all the bread. You cannot stop me. Only God or indigestion can stop me now and i havent believed in him in years

The scream made me snort hard enough it felt like my eardrums were about to burst lmao

I was not expecting this to be so accurate holy moly lemon roly

Random thought

Asking questions like "Can I tickle you?" or saying "I want to tickle you" kind of terrifies me because what if they don't want to be tickled?

Rationally, the answer is that you just say okay and don't ask further questions. No harm done.

But it's still scary because it feels like being a ler, which is a position of power, I should accommodate the lee in every aspect possible. So to have a desire that's not from what the lee wants, but what I want, it kind of feels wrong. I understand that some lees really like that their lers want to tickle them for the ler's own desire.

But I don't know, still scary.

Did i manage to find another spot that you didn’t know you’re ridiculously ticklish from??????? I thought that you knew you were ticklish everywhere baby

ughhh guess who found out their legs are embarrassingly ticklish? like what?!? im sorry legs?! not just knees and thighs and stuff although those too. like shins and back of knees and calves and ankles. like im sorry what?!

Hope for the future

Fear for the past

Withered like my memories

That I’m scared won’t last

Lesson’s already learned

Yet left those questions still not asked

Maybe then I’ll see

The dye not yet cast

History slips through my fingers

Like sand in a noose

Endless thoughts trapped in my pen

Nothing but everything to lose

Mind set ablaze

While my heart is drowning

Nothing left to save

But my will is howling

Thoughts surrounded by suffering and pain

By happiness and laughter

By thunder and rain

Comfort until frightened by this storm again

Horrid daytime and soothing waves

Thrashing water still taking me under

The burn of that sun still aches

Stolen breaths and a wonder

Does love always have to take?

Take my hurt and my heart

Build me up just to tear me apart

Give until I’m gone

A shade they’ll never find

Until a shine of moonlight came to my mind

A ray of hope

Not bright, not burning

Not a noose, just a rope

And my heart’s relearned yearning

Moonlight in a forest

A campfire in spring

Fascinations like a florist

Of softer love i hear a ring

Time healing and mending

What they scraped and clawed

A love unrelenting

In letting me be ok with the flawed

A song and a book

A dance and a phrase

My chiadrah, my Villain

Your love in my gaze

No longer lost and all broken

All jagged edges too brittle

Now, through you, tempered and so open

Now soaring is the hope that was once so little

My heart is yours

My violence, my violet

My shadows and love all yours

And my best to describe it

I read that last part as near funeral but am i wrong bc OH WHAT DO YOU MEAN THATS HOW HE LOST THE ARM

Peek A Boo! I plan on doing a whole series of Famtheon comics addressing the lives, relationships, and pasts of my designs for the greek gods. So keep your eyes peeled for more in the near future!

It’s not even 7 in the morning but the urge to cook is insane

I'm trying to make a good pot roast in my crockpot, but after I take it out it gets dry. It's on "low" (whatever that means) for 8 hours. I've tried searing it before and still dry. It's submerged in plain water with some herbs and spices for that time. Am I over/undercooking it? It's a cut with low fat %, is that why?

I love you. I think you learned how to make pot roast from someone on Opposite Day, or perhaps April 1st. The only thing you got right is 'low heat for 8 hours'.

Choose a fatty cut of tough meat. Look for lots of fat marbling on a Chuck roast or Shoulder roast. Tough meat has a ton of flavor, and the fat keeps the meat from drying out. The long cook time on low heat, plus acids will make 'tough' meat into a pull-apart, melt-in-your-mouth glory.

Make sure the meat is completely thawed, NOT frozen.

Plain water and nothing else except herbs/spices is.... not what I'd do. A lot of flavor can come into the broth when you add whole carrots (minus the carrot top!) and quartered onions in there. I'm a fan of adding some big chunks of pumpkin or butternut squash and chunks of turnip as well.

I think using red wine for part of the liquid base, and adding a hearty helping of worcestershire sauce will also help the flavor and making the meat 'melty.' The acid and alcohol will draw more, and different flavors from the meat and vegetables that water alone cannot do. Makes it richer.

For my very best pot roast recipe, which had my wedding guests fuckin' clamoring to get the recipe; I cheat. I'm not ashamed of that fact. For the richest, most face-punchingly meaty tasting broth, go to an asian market (or online) and find a mushroom hot pot soup base. It'll be a thick liquid inside a bag, which you then dilute with water. Use THAT as the liquid base (remember to dilute it!), and add your wine and wocestershire sauce to it, along with those herbs & spices. Your whole face will be blown off with flavor. It's the best.

Bro for anyone feeling this: it’s probably the christianity if you were brought up catholic, you can deep six that shit like throwing slime on the ceiling

This is the closest to what i think of them as

no mourners, no funerals 🖤

This grew bigger, just like my dad’s bald spot

the rivalry ever

OW

After (Stobotnik, Angst, Spoilers)

Joy does not come easily. Not since the doctor's been gone. A storm has taken root in Aban’s mind—wild, desperate, and unrelenting. It howls through his thoughts, rattles in his chest, and refuses to quiet.

Even now, there are moments where he forgets. His hand drifts across the sheets at night, searching for the steady thrum of the doctor’s pulse, but his fingers find only emptiness. His traitorous soul pleads for a heart that no longer beats. His flesh aches for the warmth of a body long gone. His ears strain for a voice that will never again break the silence.

And still, night after night, he reaches out. 

He drinks just to feel some kind of warmth, but it never lasts. The burn fades too quickly, leaving only the hollow ache in his chest, which Ivo used to fill. He wears the doctor's clothes until they hang off him like a second skin, fabric worn thin from desperate hands clinging to what little is left. He buries his face in the collars, inhales deep, searching for a scent that time is stealing from him. But it’s fading—just like everything else.

So he watches those stupid telenovelas the doctor loved so much, letting the overly dramatic sobs and badly written love confessions fill the silence. He scoffs at their predictability, but still, he watches. Every night. The same episodes. The same storylines. He waits for the doctor’s laughter, for the amused sound he used to give at every plot twist. But it never comes. It never will.

And still, he watches.

Every morning, he makes two cups of coffee—one for himself, one for the doctor. He doesn’t think about it; his hands move on their own, guided by muscle memory, by a love that refuses to rot. He steams the Austrian goat’s milk just the way the doctor liked it, watching the froth rise, the scent curling into the air like a ghost.

And then he drinks them both.

He never liked the taste of the doctor’s order, but that doesn’t matter to him. He forces it down, warm and bitter, a punishment, a prayer. At least it makes the absence feel less real and stifling. Some mornings, he catches himself placing the second cup across the table, waiting. Staring at it, watching the steam dissipate into nothing.

He knows that nobody will drink the coffee other than him. But still, he waits.

He tells himself that if he cries enough, if he drowns himself in grief, maybe the universe will take pity and return what it stole from him. He prays—kneeling on the floor and sobbing until his ribs ache, until his throat is raw and his lungs rattle with the weight of unshed screams. His hands tremble; they clutch at empty air and desperately try to grasp something that isn’t there.

Aban was never a religious man. He never believed in gods or fate or miracles. Yet still, he prays. As if grief alone could bridge the chasm between life and death.

He is a dancer whose body moves to a rhythm no one can hear, spinning in an endless, futile waltz and waiting for a partner who will never return. A singer whose voice has been stolen. A scientist who holds all the secrets of the universe in his hands but cannot make a single soul understand one.

Nobody could ever begin to understand what he lost—what he’s condemned to live without, day after day.

The warmth of gentle, calloused hands. Unspoken adoration wrapped in sharp edges, tangled with beauty, anger, and pain. The quiet comfort of soft evenings he spent crocheting, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows as Ivo’s fingers worked deftly, repairing one of his creations—his eyes alight with focus, the hum of his breath filling the room.

Now, there is only silence. The void of his absence echoes in every corner of the space they once shared, the unspoken promises of things left unfinished. And Aban is left, holding on to the fragments of a life that no longer exists, his heart a hollow ache, unable to fill the space where Ivo once stood. And yet, in the stillness, the memories cling to him, jagged like glass shards embedded in skin. He can almost hear Ivo’s voice in the soft creak of the floorboards and feel his presence in the cold drafts that slip through the cracks. But it fades. Always fades.

AHDHHWJDJAIDHUDJXISJSJDJSJSJXHJSJXHDJSH

Gay people come get y’all food 😤

I love the idea of villain!Stone so much

(Original sketches under the cut!)

I love them so much theyre so fucking batshit its amazing

Scanlan and Vax (Sam & Liam) being BFF's

In love with the idea prophecies could never be prevented but trying to stop them makes only the craziest possible ways an outcome could happen happen

Odysseus Does Raise Him as His Own

And a seven-year-old Astyanax accidentally burns part of Ithica's castle down because he knocked a candle over. He's really sorry about it though, super sorry, please don't tell his new big brother -

Odysseus has been laughing at the king of the gods for the past three hours.

The oracles work in mysterious ways.

You made darkness go from feeling like pitch black void to feeling like a blanket of indigo twilight

I love you

I’ll never forget that

Not as long as i live, not even after that, not until existence itself dies out, and even then the last star will fizzle out and whisper of the pure love i have for you

The love of someone saved by one who didn’t realize it, the love of someone who comes back to life out of the care of one who thinks themselves insignificant, the love of someone who wants to give the one they love everything and get only what that one wants to give. You could give me a bowl of burnt tomatoes and id eat it if i thought it would make you smile. And i hate tomatoes so much. But for you i would eat them.

And i know youd never ask me to do anything you thought was inconvenient or would make me uncomfortable but love i would walk through fire and snakes for you if i had to. Maybe not spiders but i would at least consider it very very hard before saying no unless you were in danger. Almost anyone else would be an immediate sorry bud but youre out of luck. I love you enough it would destroy me if you used it against me. But you never would, youd never be able to, and i love you so much i would never make you no matter what. And i will never destroy you. I may not know what to say or how to feel or how to help but i will never stop trying to support you. I will never stop trying to get you to fall in love with yourself the way falling i love with you made me fall in love with myself. But most of all i will never control you. I will never force you to do anything you really dont want to do except for trivial health things. The only way i will ever try to change you is to make you happier, hungrier, or more at peace with yourself. I will never stop trying to let you relax enough to realize just how much i love you

I love you

With everything i am

And with everything i ever will be

And i will never stop trying to show you that

Through kisses and hugs and late night laughs and tickles and soft looks and soul aching rambles and little gifts and tiny actions, i will never stop telling you i love you through words and through every detail and act i can think of