#AINT NO WAY BRUH

[villedys]

// well there goes my hope of ever returning LMAO

[cereshazelnut]

OMG THANKSSSSS ABSUJSHSKSHSKNSOSKS

[emotionallyglued]

[avid-idiot]

That broken neck prank is brutal 💀

[lemonrin-i]

Ugigiugi is stealing and tracing your art and passing it off as her own (I'd block her if I were you)

Huh,,, do you perhaps have any proof of this if you dont mind? Thank you for informing me!!!

[ratthiasmaximus]

CANDY CORNS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SOFT???????

IS MY WHOLE LIFE A LIE???

[choccy-milky]

nothing like some rest and relaxation after a long day of travelling 😇💕 ((from my oneshot! ao3/wattpad))

[miracide]

listen to me you do not need a random internet bozo to tell you how to enjoy anything. that's literally how fiction WORKS. you can do whatever you want, you can ship or not ship whatever you want. making 'guides' to properly consume something in a respectful way is cult shit fandom is not real life!! we're supposed to be cringe!! stop taking the fun out of fun and just make the dolls kiss!!!! jesus

[sunsetsandsunshine]

I- YOU- FUCKING-

WORDS.

[robyn-goodfellowe]

Puzzle fans be like:

Hmmm errrrmmmm uhhh hmmmmmmmmm.... Quite perplexing.... Errrmmmm... Quite puzzling one can even say.

[2022dirt]

Bite marks on these fake apples from IKEA.

[prettyboykatsuki]

i was so responsible today so i could prepare for class tomorrow and i dont even have class tomorrow

[sleepingnova]

NOOOOOO I'm crying sobbing shitting tears rn whyyyyy Aaron c'mon now you gotta be the good guy </3

‘ I’D MAKE THE WORLD STOP SPINNING . ‘

e42! miles morales x black! fem! reader.

synopsis — you hate miles’ job as the prowler, so miles does the only thing he can think of .

“miles, i don’t like this.” you tell your boyfriend while patching him up, his wounds practically flowing blood. “i know. you tell me everytime i come over here.” miles says, hissing when he feels the peroxide cleaning up the wound on his back. “so why do you keep doing it? it’s like you enjoy doing this shit.” you tell him, worry laced in your voice. “baby, you know i do it for us.” miles says, pulling you into his body, your hands on either side of him filled with cleaning supplies. you take a deep breath against his chest, smiling when you feel a kiss being pressed onto your head.

“baby, please.” you ask him, pulling your head away from its previous spot on his chest and looking into his eyes, his eye bags being prominent. “miles, you’re tired. you need to take a break.” you tell him, analyzing his face. “i’m not tired. i just look like this. you tryna say i’m ugly?” miles chuckles, looking at you twist your face up in disapproval but giggling nevertheless. “i’m serious, miles. this is dangerous, and i’ll be damned if i lose my boyfriend to some stupid shit.” miles looks at you for a second, watching how your eyes expressed how you were feeling, how you expressed yourself with your hands when you talked, and especially how your lips moves while you spoke to him.

“everything’ll be okay. i’ll tell uncle aaron i’m done being the prowler, that i’m done hurting people.” miles tells you, pulling your head up to look at him by your chin. “promise?” you ask. “cross my heart and hope to die.” miles grins, pressing kisses all over your face. you smile and miles hops off of your sink, walking into your bedroom. you put everything up and follow behind him, sitting on your bed. ”i’m tired as hell..” miles groans, laying down onto your bed. “i thought you said you wasn’t tired?” you asked, laying down next to him, yawning.

“i lied. had to prove a point to you.” miles admits, snuggling himself into the covers and faking a sleep. “g’night, miles. love you.” you whisper, kissing his temple and falling asleep yourself. after about ten minutes of making sure you’re asleep and won’t wake up, mikes reaches for his phone — turning it on and texting uncle aaron.

‘ yo? ‘

‘What?’

‘i’m finna come over there. i gotta talk to you.’

‘The doors unlocked.’

miles slithers out of bed, laying his phone next to your pillow, and puts his feet into his crocs and walks out through your front door, being sure to close it as softly as he can. he walks down the stairs of your apartment and pats his sweatpants down, almost panicking when he doesn’t feel his phone in his pocket. shit. he left it next to your pillow. miles stands on the second to last flight of stairs for a second, contemplating on going back. miles sighed and left out the building. miles walks down the streets with his hood on, biting the inside of his cheek. was he really going to do this? was he going to quit the business with his uncle just for you? all this thoughts were cut short when he saw uncle aaron’s building, on the verge of being run down and abandoned. miles unlocks the door and walks up the stairs, opening uncle aaron’s apartment door.

“miles?” aaron calls out from somewhere in the back. “it’s me.” miles calls back, slipping off his crocs. “what you gotta talk about?” the taller man asks, emerging from his bedroom. “so my girl-“ “y/n?” aaron cuts off miles with a smirk. “yeah. she don’t like this prowler stuff i got going on. so i’m here to say i’m done with this shi’. like forreal this time.” miles tells his uncle, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “nah, don’t work like that youngin’.” uncle aaron chuckles, putting his own hands into his pockets. “how come it don’t?” miles asks, cocking a brow.

“can’t get into business and then just quit. finish what you started.” uncle aaron almost growled, miles face heating up in anger. “listen. i could lose y/n over this. i love her. please.” miles pleads, his hands balling up into fists. “sorry, miles. doesn’t work that way.” uncle aaron shrugs, walking back into his bedroom. miles takes a deep breath, turning onto his heel and putting his crocs back on, making a point by slamming the door behind him. while on the way home back to your house, miles knew he was fucked. maybe you wouldn’t be mad at him. at least he tried? you loved him, so maybe you’d let it slide. the walk seemed 10x shorter than normal. miles stopped outside of your building. what if he just didn’t show up? what would happen if he just ran away? if he didn’t confront the problem? his phone was already in your room so no one would know where he was. but he didn’t want to worry his pretty girl, what would his mom think? but it seemed as if his legs moved faster than his mind, that he was already down a dark alleyway and around two corners. that this was the life he was going to live.

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[skxrbrand]

They're KEEPING the name Golgfag?

[souvenirmp3]

can the tiktok kids cancel chappel already because we've tried to buy tickets to berlin twice now and it's just impossible with the amount of bots :))))

[indigopoptart]

man i love the people im surrounded with. how did this happen. youre all so lovely😭