mwah mwah ~ TYE!10051 doodle ଘ(ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭♡

photobooth robinhill party!

always on shouto duty

Blue hair, love for gold jewelry, bright clothes... You must be from Alabasta! © 😄

(I wish Buggy had a family, at least someone who would love him just for what he has, and Vivi also has blue hair, so I came up with a story in which they are relatives)

instagram doodles !

Feng Xin would like you all to know that Hua Cheng started it. Commission for @/mamaeyeore (twitter) !

Do Not Repost

Sirius not going to Azkaban, and raising Harry in Grimmauld place.

Little Harry finding the Black family tapestry and seeing that Sirius’s face was burnt off. Little Harry drawing a picture of Sirius and sticking it on the family tree where his face was supposed to be. Little Harry taking out his crayons drawing all over the faces of the “evil meanies that hurt pa'foo”.

day 19(?): boredom got way worse, trying to make myself a victorian friend

gained conciousness, not ashamed to show some tits

no more bare tits

oh shit a bow

having a moment

🎶sleeves sleeves sleeves makin puffsleeves gonna look like french meringue doesnt even rhyme at all not even a little bit🎵 shhhh shhhh go away kitty

aight folks that’s it for today i have some booing to do at the tv about some shitty and inaccurate costumes

good morning sluts, back to work

fellas im straight up not having a good time im in the middle of a lil meltdown over how much time i’ve spent sewing roses on my skirt before realizing they were anuses (or ani like cacti? 🤔)

we’re gonna be so pretty

wig snatched

shit do i gotta act like a lady now?

if I play dead it might goes away

oh my im getting hotter by the minute

what a lovely creature im having a real beuty and the beast moment… wait no that bitch is a furry

I’m SO flattered (and self-centered) i had to hang up your amd @a-sip-of-anxietea ’s drawings I just love them ❤️

girl’s night out(ish) 🍻

Is she single asking for a friend

No❤️

Lumity doodles

Jealous tsukki makes an appearance today 🤭🤭

Day 1 of tskym week! : kiss/affection/fake relationship and i lowkey did all 3 😂 I didnt plan on doing a comic for any of the days but i couldnt resist for the first prompt!! I hope yall like it!!!

Zuko and baby Izumi commission by Suminmii <3 

laughing ‘till our ribs hurt

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There are only a handful of things that Catra had forgotten about Adora in the three years they were on opposite sides of the war.

She can list them on three fingers.

The third one, however, is the most surprising to her.

The fact that it’s so easy to make Adora laugh.

They had grown up cracking jokes and laughing together, always plotting their next prank or scheming their next ration-bar heist. Adora had always been quick to get a laugh out of, and on the best days, Catra could reduce her to a heaving, giggling mess onto the floor.

It’s something so simple but so intimate that had been lost to her when they started fighting against each other instead of together. But, now, it’s something that she doesn’t take for granted.

Catra contemplates this as she watches Adora bring herself back down from her fit of laughter, sitting next to her at the meeting table. The other princesses and Bow are smiling too, but not at Catra’s joke.

Glimmer sighs, exasperated. “Are you finished yet?”

Adora forces the expression on her face from tickled to serious, and her cheeks puff out in an attempt to regain her composure. “No. Yes. Yeah. Yes. I’m done. We- we’re good. Carry on.”

Glimmer blinks at her, bored, and turns her attention back into the war board behind her. “Okay,” she starts. “... Thank you for that. So, like I was saying, we have three relief transports caught in the sandstorm outside...”

Glimmer’s voice tunes out of Catra’s head as she tunes her attention towards Adora, whose face is still red with laughter. Her breathing is still hard, and Catra can tell that she’s still trying to restrain her laughter.

This, out of all of the luxuries that the war’s end has given her, is one that she will never grow tired of.

Catra brushes her tail against Adora’s knee, lightly, to get her attention. Adora presses her lips into a firm line and bats it away gently.

“Don’t,” she whispers, but Catra can see right through the cracks of her expression. Adora lets out another slow sigh and keeps her focus remained on Glimmer.

Catra leans forward, slowly and deliberately, and tilts her jaw up to whisper in Adora’s ear. “Adora,” she sings softly, and Adora’s jaw clenches with tension.

“Don’t,” she hisses again, but the tell-tale curl of her lips betrays her tone. Catra smiles, wide and mischievous, and leans closer.

“Adora,” she breathes into her ear, and Adora’s fists clench on the table in front of her. “I thought of something funnier than twenty-four.”

Adora’s hand flies up to cover her mouth and quickly turns into a fist so she can press her knuckles against her lips. Her shoulders are jolting with repressed laughter, and her breaths come out shaky and harsh.

Catra can’t stop herself from laughing, either, but she tries. She grits her teeth and pinches the end of her tail to try and keep her cool, but the expression on Adora’s face- all furrowed brow and pink blush and tiny smile- is too much for her.

Finally, Adora glances at her out of the corner of her eye. “What is it?” she chokes out under her breath. Her voice tremors with restraint and her fingers curl across her cheek, and Catra bites her bottom lip as laughter bubbles in her throat.

The suspense makes Adora snort, quietly and lightly, and Catra can’t keep it in anymore.

“... Twenty-five.”

Adora’s laughter makes the entire room jump.

She slams her hand down on the table and cackles, and Catra wraps an arm around her own stomach to try and catch her breath. They’re laughing, loud and happy and free, and Catra silently marvels at the fact that she can do this again with her.

Tears slide down Adora’s cheek as she begins to hyperventilate, choked laughs coming in between loud gasps for air. The sight of Adora so deep in shambles re-ignites the laughter in Catra’s chest, and she grabs at the armrest of her chair as black spots fill her vision.

“You- I- you can’t- dude-“ She tries to speak, but the words are held back by unabashed laughing. Adora throws her head back as she continues to guffaw, and it hits the head of the chair as she flings her hand out in Catra’s direction.

“I-“ she pants, turning her head towards Catra. “I- God- I can’t- you-“

She doesn’t get to finish, though, because she falls right out of her chair and into a crumpled heap onto the ground.

Catra feels a tear slide down her cheek as another bout of giggling erupts from her at Adora’s pose. She bends over so far that her forehead touches the edge of the table, and her head keeps swimming with tiny black spots as she gasps and gasps and gasps for a breath.

Adora makes a weak attempt to swipe at Catra’s ankle, and her laughter is muffled by the fact that her face is smushed onto the floor. “I- I hate you,” she breathes, and Catra finally finds it within herself to take a deep, calming breath.

“You love me,” she says back down at her, and Adora manages to lift her head off of the floor to smile prettily up at her.

“And I hate the both of you,” Glimmer’s voice cuts in, exasperated. “How many times are you two going to do this?”

Catra’s head snaps back down at Adora, and Adora’s eyes meet hers. “Twenty-six,” they both breathe at each other, eyes wild, and their choked laughter starts again.

Catra barely registers Scorpia’s pincers wrapping around her body, Adora’s soon following. The last thing she hears when they’re both dropped outside of the doors of the room is Bow’s voice, embarrassed, mumbling out, “I thought it was kind of funny.”

I made my son a Catra and Adora shirt with my new Cricut at his request. I wanted to write “Hey, Adora” but he got impatient with me. He is a happy boy.

POV: you're melog and your moms just woke up