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The sunset burns like fire in the sky the first time he takes her apart. Afterward, among the scattered remains of their picnic—which stretched for that endless, perfect, afternoon—he lies back on the pillows and blankets, and watches as she traces his scars.
wrapping them in a tinfoil burrito blanket and putting them in a microwave
Never mind, i couldn't resist, picked up another @tubbycatsnft
That's IRL me, lazy, bored, half dead and super comfy with a blanket because it's so cold
LFG!
Tis sleepy time for the Katt dear floofs, and while I will play my magic for my post-it obsession, the blankets of the Den are much more comfortable. Will you join me? 🐱✨
The two blanket fort sketches together #ofmd #OFMDfanart #ourflagmeansdeathfanart #ourflagmeansdeath #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath
More strange adventures of Stede and Blackbeard in the Blanket Fort #ourflagmeansdeathfanart #ourflagmeansdeath #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath
I invited you to my house to watch netflix under a blanket, but don't think it's a date or anything
Request made from @dirrtybubbble!
experimental shadin, yeah
commtim obviously, just snuggling in some blankets in a dark room with 1 source of light
nice
#tankmen #tankmentim #tankmencommander #timmander #commtim #digitalart
#Ennead ep 28 Eng spoilers
These panels break my heart so much. Seth is distraught & still unconvinced of Horus' intentions and calls him a hypocrite, but then pleads to be left alone. And Horus listens. I love that Horus does not insist but gives him a blanket in his own way
@gurio0505 え! ゴーストがいます 😮 ?
わあああ!😖
わたくしの毛布!🥺
Ghosts!? 😖
Oh, no, my blanket!🥺
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Good morning my pups~ Hope you all have a fun filled Saturday! It's movie day for me so this wolf is gonna be comfy with a blanket and leaning back in my chair most of the day.
A show must be good, if I have a compulsion to draw pirates in a blanket fort #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath #OurFlagMeansDeath
#BookWormSat
Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, & suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
& the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting.
–Pablo Neruda