every day i think about how pretty booboo stewart’s hair is to the point of tears. he is.. so very handsome
my anon messages are always like [cricket sounds] and never like “oh thank you‚ sara werecat‚ for your brave and valuable effort to blog about the darndest obscure things in just the most uniquely obsessive way. you inspire me!”
Remember when Oswerd crossdressed for no reason and then got kissed by a boy Pete
Anyways the sweeping thing from baldis basics was kinda hot lololol
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JOAQUIN: the DJ corner is Very Sacred, Very Exclusive, Very VIP—
SERGIO: I’ve thrown up here before
JOAQUIN: shut up. but you guys gotta formally meet my longtime bff, my fellow DJ diva, my sister from another mister MISS CANDY BEHR!!!! tho neither of us actually know our fathers so sometimes I like to imagine it’s the same mister after all <3
CANDY: I don’t like to imagine that
JOAQUIN: we could be like the parent trap!! you’re the lindsay lohan to my lindsay lohan!!
CANDY: first of all, we look nothing alike
JOAQUIN: hmm agree to disagree but ok—
CANDY: second of all, is that my top??
JOAQUIN: *nervously high pitched* your—huh?? pfft not even!! silly!!
CANDY: did you CROP my top? again??
JOAQUIN: get the ladies outta here Sergio, they don’t need to see this
SERGIO: did someone say DRINK TIME!?!
JOAQUIN: you can take any of my tops and we’ll call it even??
CANDY: you think I wanna smell like old spice and weed??
JOAQUIN: ... is that a trick question?? julia actually said I look cute so technically I’m doing you a favor—AHH
CANDY: STOP!! DESTROYING!!! MY CLOTHES!!!
BECCA: is he gonna be okay???
SERGIO: ya he’s good, this happens a lot
"But then, something had happened, something otherworldly, even for the werewolf. To his glowing blue eyes the tree appeared to him as it must have once stood. Stately and huge. It's limbs were large and all encompassing far past his head. It felt like a sanctuary, a safe, sacred space. On the trunk itself he could see the carving of the five fold knot, and though he knew it's connotations in the sacrifices, he couldn't help but to feel at peace as he took a step closer to the tree, half spectral, half tangible.
That was when she appeared. A large black wolf, save for the fine hairs around her muzzle, which had begun to whiten from either age or stress. Whisps of deep etherium wafted from her shoulders, cape and ears as she regarded Stiles easily from one of the pulled up roots of the Nematon. Her eyes, glowing red, were gentle as they watched him. Seeing the red eyes, however, the young wolf had stopped, and lowered his head in submission. He didn't know who this wolf was, couldn't get a scent on her, but red eyes... meant alpha. Alpha's meant power.
Alphas meant danger.
His tail moved between his legs, upward between his thighs, and he whined helplessly as he watched her begin to shimmy down the root and gracefully amble over to him. As she did, a remarkable change came over her. The wolf became a woman, her face somewhat familiar, with a straight, thin nose and a squared jaw. She was beautiful, but deadly looking in her appearance. Her hair was the color of raven feathers, her eyes becoming a deep brown as they faded from alpha red and she reached out a hand to the white wolf before her."
-White Rabbit Chapter 7 "I'm Right Here; Day after Day, Year after Year"
Art and writing are by me, fic can be found here on A03 This just started as a weird vent piece during my last twitch stream because I had no idea what I wanted to draw, and I ended up putting a couple of days in to it. I still honestly don't know how I feel about it...
妖精さん || u@ついった *** Reprinted with permission from the artist. Do not repost or delete source information.
Oswald in The Owl House! Commission piece for SaulVanilluxe from Twitter! Didn't see this crossover coming, but here we are.
Shit I should not rewatch this right now every scene with blackberry and bluebell has me losing it
