Waiting for the bus.
I haven’t draw this cuties for awhile now :D
I should probably continue ‘sugar rush’ so I can quickly get over to the ending thats been in my head for awhile.
Tumblr-less weekend, won’t be here much so if anyone needs anything, send me a message!
dragon print for ax because i.. love… dragons
IM TABLE E20!!! i’ll post a map later when i feel more alive ahh
For the first one, Jane solves this problem by grabbing the blankets…and then sprawling out on top of her.
ha! yes, thats adorable, I want it
Day 3 (Technically it’s after midnight so I’m late but ssssshhhhhh): For the First Time in Forever (I will be right here)
i don’t understand why people don’t instantly respond to “what would your dream superpower be” with the ability to manipulate probability.
think about it. what’s the chance someone will drop 1mil in front of me? 0%? let’s make that 100%. what’s the probability i’ll wake up tomorrow and be X gender? 100%. what’s the probability my bathtub is filled with mac and cheese? 100%.
This is genius
lol ok. I’ll give you this. Mainly because google is turning up nothing for “why people hog blankets” and other variations. You win this battle. I am curious if a study was done, though. Considering it’s the number one cause for bedroom fights Lol
speaking from experience, temperature has nothing to do with blanket hogging, at least for me. its the middle of summer and I still have to use a blanket and like four different pillows to sleep. I need weight, even if the fan is blowing on me so I don’t pass out from heat.
A study might be in order! Most of the time I don’t think either of them hog it too much. A little tug fixes the imbalance pretty quickly, both parties subconsciously attuned to adjusting while still asleep. Some nights though Elsa sleeps like the dead and Jane has to brace her legs against the lump and pull and still Elsa doesn’t move. Her nudges are less than gentle, then. “Oh, for the love of-give me some of goddamn blanket, please.”
When she complains the next day, Anna goes “Oh yeah, sometimes I used to pinch her nose when she was sleeping to make sure she was still alive.”
laverne cox is well on her way to becoming one of the most important, inspiring feminist icons of our time don’t even look at me if you think differently.
The atoms in her body are so close to yours. You feel them, like a fine vibration emanating outward against the darkness, the loneliness of the night. It has been ten weeks since civilization, eight nights since true warmth, and something resembling a lifetime since a worthwhile connection lit you on fire like this.
"It would never have worked, right?"
It doesn’t matter which of you spoke first. It’s all true, either way. Nothing ever quite works out the way it should, nothing ever seems as easy as it ought to be.
Except this. Something about this, it feels true. Something about this…keeps you warm, despite the cold.
goldflshturtle replied to your post “For a moment, Jane thinks she’s outside. That she’s fallen asleep on…”
I’m sorry, gonna challenge this one. Why, in ANY scenario, would Elsa hog the covers? She feels no cold…
its not for warmth, she just loves wrapping herself in them. she can’t fall asleep without the weight of something on her - pillows, blankets, (Jane’s arm), whatever.
that’s just one version! there are others where Elsa sprawls out with nothing on her at all
ones where Jane’s the one who burrows herself into them and even though she hasn’t swung on a vine in years, always always leaves one foot out, sheets twisted around the ankle out of habit. For safety. To catch her.