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[hellmandraws]

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[angstflavoured]

plansexual 💀💀💀💀💀

[sangcore]

(Pls donate to Care for Gaza if you can, all donations are reaching Palestinians directly, their details are on my page)

[thethoriumreactor]

Have a meme because I have no self control

Lucifer just seems like the kinda guy who’d lose his mind over ppl being too hot (our bi short king)

I spent way too much effort on this pls like it ily 🙏

Bonus (radioapple) doodles as always (edit: I. I just realised I forgot Al’s monocle in both doodles. I am dying inside. Why did no one tell me.):

[aritks]

My 3DS ✨🦋💙💫

[bar-les-coucougnes]

since tumblr is removing icons on the side of posts on the dashboard i think they should also remove them inside the posts

and then they should change the way the reblogs look so that each addition is below and on the left of the previous one so that it makes a sort of stairs shape

maybe they could even underline every username!

oh and they should also add vertical lines for every reblog, i think it would look cool

and if there's a ton of reblogged additions they should make the first few ones all squished and stuff to the point where every letter has it's own line and you're just reading words vertically

[forrestfantasy94]

When a multi chapter fanfic hasn't been updated in the past 2 years but the author is still active

[prettypinkprincessa]

Sukuna with a clingy reader.

You’re adorable. You’re sweet, cute, and all kinds of things, but he will never admit that.

Everywhere he goes you seem to follow along, like a second shadow.

“Where you going, kuna?” You’d ask while getting up and following him towards your shared bedroom door, looking up at his intimidating eyes with nothing but admiration.

“None of your business, stay here.” he’d demand, sternly. You huffed and looked away, an obvious pout written on your face.

“It’s not fair how you get to tell me what to do.”

He ignores you and walks out to the kitchen, and you follow right along even when he told you not to.

“You don’t listen do you brat?” He snarls.

“What do you need out here anyway?” You ask, completely disregarding his mean question.

“Food. I’m hungry.”

“Can we cook something together?!” You ask excitingly. Wide smile and cute eyes glistening. He can’t help but stare at you, admire everything about you.

“No. I’ll cook by myself.” He says, still squinting his eyes down at you because you’re just too cute.

A tiny pout appears on your face and your eyebrows furrow, looking up at him with those puppy eyes that he can never resist.

“Please?”

Fuck.

He’s lost it. He can’t believe that he’s letting someone as pathetic as yourself wrap him along your little finger.

He scoffs and looks away, an obvious tint of pink plastered on his cheeks.

“Fine, whatever. Grab the flour.”

You smile and hop over to get what he told you to, your cute ass bouncing under his huge shirt.

He can pretend to not love your clinginess all he wants, but he really can’t live without it.

[pilloyz]

Every time I think about that shi I giggle

[ankalar]

[tilthedayidice]

I love bg3, but let me make a fat bitch please

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

The whole fic on ao3

[angstflavoured]

yknow i kinda like being tied up in these chains..... kinda freakaayyyyy

[seagiri]

feeling brave

[solukcicek]