beekwhy:

blahhh small break from commissions

I should be spending my time wisely trying to learn how to draw………

agentclintbarton:

avali:

captainamericass:

tony

tony pls

and then I lost it

tony u ok

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Would anyone like to talk..?

I sort of would appreciate it..

teabagsandhamburgers:

{♠}

fishwrites:

redlark:

his name is sir wellington

annie’s dragon AU is perf

drabble attack

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It’s like having a second heartbeat; something not quite yours yet -

ARthur breathes out, and Wellington inhales in tandem, his body warmed by Arthur’s own. They had been reading in the sun all afternoon, and the dragon had eventually fallen asleep shortly after chapter four. Arthur smiled and closed the book with a soft thawp setting it on the grass next to him. He stretched, yawning, and felt Wellington’s claws dig a little tighter into his shoulder as he moved.

He smelt of woodsmoke.

“Shall we get going then, old chap?” asked Arthur, lifting a hand to stroke Wellington awake. His scales were warm to the touch, the green a little softer now that it was summer. THe scales were rough against hte skin, and luminous yellow eyes blinked open.

“No,” said the dragon.

“But it’ll start getting dark soon,” said Arthur, shifting into a more comfortable position against the tree, “Don’t you want supper?”

“Yes,” said the dragon.

“Yes you want supper or no you don’t want supper?”

Wellington uncurled his tail from  where it had been around Arthur’s arm.

“I don’t know,” he said, yawning a yawn full of pointed teeth. A pause. Then;

“Salmon,” said Wellington.

cometogether-rightnow-overtea:

britons:

Nice legs, Daisy dukes,
Makes a man go *whistle*

Those shorts! Me gusta! *w*)~♥

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juliemoriarty:

#i shouldnt be laughing this hard #omg #lol #i cant

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