There's Nothing Quite Like Settling Into Bed With A Book, My Yarn, And A Nice Cup Of Hot Bog Water...

I tried experimenting with a new art style, and I definitely need some practice but I think it's cute!

My Ocs Alys and her Grandmother, Alma.

I do have a story for these two but it'll have to wait until I'm able to figure out an art style for them. I like them in this one though.

Just admit you're not pro life...

You're Anti-woman being allowed to do what she decides with her own body.

Things will be a lot easier on you if you just admit it.

Normal people: *talking about how scary the Leatherface's are and how ugly they are, and how many nightmares the movies give them*

The rest of us: THEY ARE VERY GORGEOUS TO ME!

Happy birthday!!! 🎂🎂🎂

It’s Gunnar Hansens birthday!! 🥳

Gods give me strength...

I am so in love with this man it's not even funny...

How to spot an introvert! (based on my experience as an introvert)

Their favourite people, are Amazon delivery drivers.

Thank you, and have a lovely day.

Bit of a long story...

My name is Finn, and I named myself after the giant Finn McCool in Irish mythology. He created the Giant's Causeway.

Full myth from the Giants Causeway Tour website.

Here's the link if you want to read more.

https://www.thegiantscausewaytour.com/the-giants-causeway-story/#:~:text=The%20Myth,hurling%20them%20into%20the%20sea.

As legend has it, Northern Ireland was once home to a giant named Finn McCool (also called Fionn Mac Cumhaill). When another giant – Benandonner, across the Irish Sea in Scotland – threatened Ireland, Finn retaliated by tearing up great chunks of the Antrim coastline and hurling them into the sea. The newly-created path – the Giant’s Causeway – paved a route over the sea for Finn to reach Benandonner.

However, this turns out to be a bad idea as Benandonner is a massive giant, much bigger than Finn! In order to save himself, Finn retreats to Ireland and is disguised as a baby by his quick-thinking wife. When Benandonner arrives, he sees Finn disguised as a baby and realises that if a mere baby is that big, the father must be far larger than Benandonner himself!

Following this realisation, Benandonner rushes back to Scotland, tearing away as much of the Causeway as he can in his haste to put as much distance between Ireland and himself as possible. And thus, the myth of the Giant’s Causeway was born.

normalize asking 'who gave it to you?' after complimenting someone's name

Guy with the NFT posted on a plus sized woman's video that she was ugly, so I hopped in.

I think I won...😋

Note doing a personal study. I ain't paying for college. That shits a total scam.

Oooo pop pop pop...

Imagine me popping bubble wrap inside your brain bp bp bp bp bp 

Bo Sinclair X Reader (Oneshot(unfinished))

Requested by the lovely and wonderful @charliedawn

Synopsis: In which reader has become very interested in Bos hands, Bo takes notice and teases them.

Reader is g/n. They/Them pronouns will be used.

Warnings: Not many, some language, and innuendos on Bos end.

NOT PROOFREAD.

It was a warm day in Louisiana. Magnolias were in bloom and birds were heard chirping happily overhead. (Y/N) stretched in the porch chair they were sitting in, feeling a few satisfying pops along their spine. Bo had ceased work on his truck to enjoy the early afternoon with them, having stepped inside for a beer and a (favourite drink) for them. (Y/N) relaxed back into the chair as their thoughts began to drift. First about the birds, then about the truck, then about Bo working on said truck. About how his hands expertly moved around wires and valves in the engine. How strong and flexible his hands must be. How they might feel holding their own hand. Their thoughts were interupted by an ice cold beer can touching the back of their neck.

"ACK! GOD DAMMNIT BEAUREGARD!" They jumped out of their chair and turned on the now cackling brunet. He wiped a fake tear from his eye.

"Oh calm down." He handed them their drink. "Its not even that cold!"

"You just pulled in out of the fridge!" They reached for their drink, fingers just brushing his. "Its freezing-" they trailed off. They looked at the drink in their hands, no not at the drink. Bo's hand still holding it their fingers crossed together. His fingers were callused but soft. They felt themselves wanting more of them. But Bo pulled his hand away, and popped the tab on his can. He took a big swig.

"I should get back to work." He gave (Y/N) a small smile. "You're welcome to help if you want!" He took off down the porch steps and headed over to his truck.

(Y/N) took a sip of their drink, their fingers still tingling from the short contact. They sighed wistfully and followed after Bo. The leaned gently against the truck while Bo messed with the engine. He occasionally asked for a tool. (Y/N) handed him the tools and went back to watching his hands. Their mind began to wander again.

They could see the tendons moving under his skin. They wondered what his hands would feel like pressed against their bare sides. Squeezing and tugging at the flesh. Would they be rough with his calluses or soft from the oil?Their face flushed slightly at the thought. Bo held his hand out and asked them something.

"Hm? What?" They shook their head to clear the fog, and looked at his hand.

"I asked for the wrench over there on your left?" He questioned. "Are you alright? You've been pretty distracted today."

"Oh yeah im fine. Just thinking." They picked up the wrench and handed it to him, their hand lingering again. When they pulled away they let their finger brush his palm. He raised an eyebrow but shrugged and continued with the engine. They worked in relative silence for the rest of the afternoon.

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It was getting quite humid when they decided to finally head back inside. Lester was chilling on the couch and Vincent was off in his basement working on an art project. Bo headed off to the kitchen to wash his hands, while (Y/N) plopped themselves down on the couch next to Lester.

Lester could sense the tension and inquired about what was wrong.

"It's just..." They started, wondering if it was okay to tell Lester about the hand fixation they had on his brother. They decided not to, considering their little "problem" was their weird fixation on Bos hands. You shouldn't tell his brothers about that... That's just weird.

"Don't worry about it Les." They assured him. "I'll be fine."

Lester shrugged and began to pet Jonesys head. He then began talking about his day. (Y/N) simply nodded and listened.

Meanwhile Bo was in the kitchen washing his hands. (Y/N) seemed very hyperfocused on them. He had a theory but would need to test it. After he dried them he snuck up the stairs past the couch and grabbed a bottle of Jergens (a top tier lotion btw) and began massaging it into his hands. Once it had all soaked in he made his way back down the stairs rubbing his hands together to warm them up. He turned the corner to see Lester rolling on the floor with Jonesy laughing, while she playfully growled and barked.

(Y/N) sat laughing at their display of affection. Bo walked into the couch pushing them aside and sitting down. He then pulled them onto his lap.

AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS...

I could not bring myself to finish this. I'm sorry to @charliedawn who requested this but I just could not do it. It's been hard trying to get back into writing but I'm not gonna make up excuses for myself other than, I've never been a good writer, in the sense that I just don't like it. I'm sorry again! 😓