#Clusterfuck

[el-ffej]

[democratthatlovesguns]

Short-Term Memory

Kamala Harris *Before Election*: Here's a detailed, 80 page, digestible read ... on exactly what I plan to do to revamp the economy.

Dumbasses *After Election*: She never talked about her plan for the economy.

What Harris failed to understand is that the majority of people would rather fuck themselves than take a thirty minute reading break.

[mayofforgot]

The conversation I think the misfits had after getting out of the cellar.

Lenore: ok now we just wait at the top of the stairs for them to come out and then we insult them

Eulalie: Why?

Lenore: To rub it in there faces that we won

Duke: love the idea, but first I should change no?

Pluto: Your stuff is already in the room

Duke: déjà? When did you move it?

Berenice: Montresor threw your stuff out, the jackass. We kept it in Pluto's room

Duke: Well that makes this easier, Je reviendrai!

Berenice: Well as much as i'd love to stay and rub it in those clusterfucks face, I'm beat. How about you biscuit?

Eulalie: I'm tired too, do you want to go to our room?

Berenice: That sounds great, have fun dolls

Lenore & Pluto: Bye, sleep well.

Duke:I'm back, and I brought you a jacket mon minou

Pluto: Oh, thanks

Morella: Duke, you're sick! You should be in bed!

Duke: I will, I promise mon petite. But first I need to do this

Morella: ... Fine, but I'm going to go make some soup for you

Duke: Thank you Morella

Lenore: And now we wait

Duke:Think they'll take long?

Pluto: I hope not

[hashtagnevermore]

lenore and annabel: *quite literally putting on a live show in the hallway*

the other students: BOMBASTIC side eye CRIMINALLY OFFENSIVE side eye

[chronicillnesshumor]

[bel-k03]

So I did a little something with the clusterfuckers (or whatever group name they have, ¿do they have one officially?) anyways here are the minis motherfuckers <3

I’m probably doing the misfit next or draw prospero (I love him too much)

[mariposas8494]

Clusterfucked 🤦🏻‍♀️😂🤣💀

[culturevulturette]

[tilbageidanmark]

A game of volleyball in a valley in Afghanistan.

(Not a single woman around though).

[elementsofemily1193]

Hello Tumblr! I hope you’re all having a nice weekend! I know you are all waiting on a new chapter of Business and Brushstrokes, but I had this idea come to me in the middle of the night and the words have been nonstops flying out of me and I had to share! This AU is going to be such a commitment but I am determined and inspired!

Please read the first chapter if you get a chance!!

[nuklyex]

HUMAN RACE ERADICTION FROM THE GAY RACE SOCIETAL COLLAPSE AS CONQUEST INITIATIVE SUCCEEDS THE WORLD TURNS A HOMOSEXUAL TRANSGENDER MEGATRON DEATH ORGY 360 NOSCOPES MUTATE TO 69 NOSCOPES ENBY COUPLES CAUSE TERRIFYING RAGE IN THIS CURRENT ERA THE ENDLESS CYCLE OF SENSUAL ROMANTIC GRATIFICATION IS FINALLY SATIATED

>>WOKE SEX<<

happy pride, this is late....fuck

sources to some things used:

[new-berry]

Does anyone have a word to describe the transfer window over the last 72 hours?

I am at work and, politely, work does not have my full attention.

Here are Jude and Camavinga flirting by insta story

[asmrrpaddict]

Just some stupid thing I came up with on the fly.

Parody of We Don’t Talk About Bruno from Disney’s Encanto to the Redacted universe.

Not all of it is perfect because well… I’m not perfect. Not all canon mostly based on the DAMN crew section. Some part have been left out because I couldn’t think of anything. If you can, please put them in the comments.

Specific lines that made me think of a character are highlighted. Only the first stanza is “sung” but the characters and the chorus by the fandom. The rest are about the specific person.

Enjoy!

We don’t talk about Erik and his men. We don’t talk about Erik, but

The DAMN crew:

FL: It was my wedding day,

Gavin: it was our wedding day.

FL: we were getting ready and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Gavin walks in with a mischievous grin. Damian says it looks like rain,

In doing so he floods my brain.

Huxley gets the umbrellas

Married in a hurricane.

FL and Gavin: What a glorious day, but anyway

We don’t talk about Erik and his men. We don’t talk about Erik.

Lasko:

Grew to live in fear always stuttering and stumbling. I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling.

Sam:

I associate him with the sound of falling sand.

Hush:

It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling. Always left Vega and his doc fumbling. Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand, do you understand?

Vega:

A seven-foot frame. Rats along his back. When he calls your name. It all fades to black. Yeah, he sees your dreams, and feasts on your screams.

We don’t talk about Erik and his men. We don’t talk about Erik.

Morgan:

He told me my fish would die

The next day: dead! (No, no!)

He told me I'd grow a gut!

And just like he said... (no, no!)

He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!)

Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!

Sunshine:

He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine.

Lovely:

He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine.

Blake:

He told me that the one of my dreams would be just out of reach. Condemned to dying.

Erik:

Um, Erik...

Yeah, about that Erik...

I really need to know about everyone...

Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Erik.

Everyone, April Fool’s is here

Almost time for Hot Boi Summer.

Sorry, can’t do the cluster that is that final chorus. 😱🫨

Echo:

Don't talk about Echo, no! (Why did I talk about Echo?)

Not a word about Echo!

I never should've brought up Echo!

[ajgrey9647]

"I don’t wanna go to work today, can we just cuddle? Please?” “Yeah, let’s do that.” + Kimberly/Bulk~ ^^

AND "I don’t wanna go to work today, can we just cuddle? Please?” “Yeah, let’s do that.” + Kimberly/Bulk~ ^^

Two for one prompt lol; didn't know how to add the other one.

Coming to the Truth of the Matter....

Coinless Universe

Before she came face to face with the spiteful, delusional hellhound that wore her brother’s face, Kimberly felt confident that she knew the trajectory of her future. Now, everything had tumbled ass over teacups, her long held beliefs about the people in her life facing a strident challenge in the fallout of Red’s true identity being revealed. And the Pink Ranger suffered overwhelming waves of rage, guilt, shame, and anxiety.

Tommy was supposed to ‘the one’, her high school sweetheart sliding easily into the role of husband and, eventually, father. Kim couldn’t help but peruse the bridal magazines when she went into the bookstore at the mall, flipping through the glossy pages with a soft, dreamy smile curling her lips as she mentally planned her wedding ceremony. Once the vows were exchanged, surely the White Ranger’s demeanor towards her would change, wouldn’t it?

Clearly, as evidenced by Tommy’s obscene display of arousal and obvious desire when in Red’s presence, the traditional celebration was not the issue with his reluctance to become passionate and sexual with her. Kim certainly had tried every trick in the female toolbox to seduce her boyfriend, confused by his hesitancy to take their relationship to the next level.

‘I hinted that I was already taking birth control,’ she recalled, thinking that perhaps a surprise pregnancy was an obstacle to consummating their love. ‘I wore sexy clothing, flirted like hell, kissed him like they did in the movies, even put his hands down my blouse…’

Ever the gentleman, which was completely absurd now, Tommy would avert his eyes, play stupid, and feign shyness, jerking his hands back like touching a hot potato and cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

‘He’s not one bit embarrassed that all our friends and teammates can see his erect cock stretching the crotch of his Ranger uniform!’

There was no missing the lewd response either, as much as the others might pretend to not see the White Ranger’s bizarre behavior when it came to the older, wilder, crazier doppelganger of his best friend. Jason, himself, had stood at Tommy’s shoulder when they all attempted to make sense of what was going on with the delusional Coinless Jason Scott. Kimberly noticed the way his dark eyes stared at his ‘bro’, taking in the intense, stormy expression, the muscles of his back and shoulders rigid as if preparing to pounce, and, most oddly, the leaking, twitching outline of a rock hard erection.

The Pink Ranger couldn’t decide what the Red Omega was thinking or feeling about this newest bullshit of Drakkon’s or Tommy’s disgusting preoccupation with his evil shadow’s creation. Jason never said anything, not to her or anyone else, about what was going through his mind watching these interactions. Obviously, he blushed a deep shade of red that mirrored his uniform, or his mouth would gape, and eyes widen with every crass, crude, and provocative thing Red hissed or did.

It was inevitable that she’d explode on the catty bitch, though she tried her damnedest not to, knowing the hateful pet was mentally ill, another victim of that vile motherfucker Drakkon…

But it was so hard watching Red behaving so inappropriately and Tommy practically drooling over this broken man just when she’d thought that her boyfriend was just being old-fashioned and ‘perfect.’ Most of her girlfriends gossiped about their own problems with their guys trying to play ‘grab ass’ twenty-four/seven, becoming too handsy, and begging on bended knee for a glimpse of pussy.

‘Well, Tommy’s dick isn’t broken. It just isn’t turned on by me!’ she sniffed, wiping her eyes on the sleeves of her pink sweater.

Kimberly had secreted herself away in an empty, barren corridor of this make-shift Command Center, the flickering, sputtering lights half-assed into working nearing the end of their cooperation. The hard floor was chilly, the coldness seeping into her soft leggings, but she didn’t care as long as she could be away from prying eyes to be alone with her thoughts.

What hurt the most wasn’t Red’s scathing insults or curses, though they too stung her deeply. It wasn’t even just knowing that Tommy wanted to fuck Drakkon’s canine into the floor until they came out the other side. Physical desire aside, she knew once the words passed the pet’s lips that the dirty slut wasn’t lying; Kim hadn’t been paying attention.

Tommy Oliver was IN LOVE with Jason Scott.

The Pink Ranger noticed as Red had that the White Ranger’s entire face lit up when he started passionately explaining what was so damned special about the Red Omega, how his voice changed, dropping into a deeper octave.

‘Red wasn’t lying to be an asshole. He’s right. Why didn’t I see what was right in front of me?’

Why hadn’t she acknowledged the way Tommy was always asking where Jason was, the way he smiled when Jase entered a room, the subtle, yet frequent ways he touched the Omega, the number of times he sought Jason out instead of her when he suffered nightmares and flashbacks to his evil Green Ranger days?

‘I just thought they were really close because of what happened in the Dark Dimension and because Jase freed him from Rita’s spell.’

Had they ever fooled around, even if it was before she and Tommy started officially dating? Had they shared even one kiss, whether open-mouthed with lots of tongue or a chaste, tight-lipped peck on the cheek?

‘I know Jason better than that! He would never betray me like that, knowing how I felt about Tommy! He teased me about my crush before everything went to hell in a handbasket. And if he thought Tommy would try to cheat, he’d kick his ass without a second thought!’

A cruel, vicious whisper echoed a memory she’d not thought about in ages, the context taking on new meaning and suspicion.

Tommy admitted to her privately, when they’d met in the park late at night, seated on a picnic table overlooking the playground, that often the only way to calm himself after a nightmare of the Dark Dimension was to teleport to Jason’s house under the cover of darkness. He felt compelled to assure himself that he hadn’t actually succeeded in stabbing the Red Ranger to death and wasn’t satisfied until he’d seen with his own eyes that he still breathed.

And rather than that be the end of it, Jase would throw back the covers, pat the small empty space on the mattress beside him, and allow Tommy to crawl into his bed, tucking him close with the blankets so that the terrified teen could rest his head against the other’s chest and listen to the comforting thud of a still-beating heart.

‘He had no problem cuddling Jason’s half-naked body!’

Besides her ire and embarrassment at Tommy, Kimberly felt crushing shame at the way she, herself, had behaved toward Red, allowing herself to treat a victim of severe physical, mental, and emotional torture like absolute shit. The sick shit Drakkon chronicled in his diary made her ill, had literally caused Billy to vomit more than once, and brought them both to tears. It was no wonder Coinless Jason checked out and created this human-canine, Red, to deal with the tyrant’s fuckery, which also drove him into insanity.

Of course, the pet had no choice when it came to engaging in sexual activity, whatever sick game came to Drakkon’s mind, his captive had to comply. To do otherwise would have only added too his pain and terror even if he’d been in a ‘right’ frame of mind.

It made sense that Red had studied sex, learning the proper techniques and skills to keep himself safe, to lessen any discomfort, and, eventually as he’d admitted, entice his master into more preferable acts or games. The older man had to play the hand he was dealt. And part of that included toying with Tommy, Drakkon’s youthful twin self, when he’d noticed the White Ranger’s interest.

The Eugene Skullovitch of this hellish dimension had warned them upfront about how Drakkon’s puppy could be, detailing his own close encounters with his unstable temperament and behavior. Red was so wildly different from Jason Scott, who was presumed dead all this time, that Skull hadn’t even recognized his old classmate. Kim could now see how this was possible.

Jason didn’t talk the way Red did, didn’t insult, swear, and curse so hatefully, didn’t strut around like an erotic pin-up model, or chug booze, smoke weed, or pop stimulants. Red was off his rocker this morning, high as shit, dancing around like a stripper, according to Zack, only to end up dissolving in hysterics like a small child, clutching his beloved stuffed animal to his heart, the long-lost Rexy who sat on Jason’s bed in the Prime Universe, a place of honor.

Approaching footsteps echoed down the corridor causing Kimberly to stifle her sobs and sniffles. Faint voices murmured to one another, impossible to discern what they were saying until the distance grew shorter. The Pink Ranger tucked herself more deeply in the shadows, not wanting to answer questions as to why she was hiding out and crying, though no one could possibly be that dense.

“I’m sorry you saw him like that,” a deep voice resonated with concern. “I still can’t believe that ‘thing’ in there is Jason.”

Two shadowy figures passed the Pink Ranger’s crouched figure, both too absorbed with their conversation to realize the small girl lurking around the corner. Farkas and Ranger Slayer moved further down into the desolate room that served as a kitchen/dining area. A large hand was perched soothingly on the Slayer’s shoulder, her head bowed, short brown hair hanging over her forehead.

“I can’t believe I never realized who I was looking at all that time I was in Drakkon’s service. I saw Red often, up close even. Maybe if I weren’t under an obedience spell…”

“Don’t think like that,” Bulk gently argued. “Skull wasn’t under any spell and he didn’t know who he was looking at either. And why would you guys? Drakkon said he killed Jase. He even went into great detail how he did it! So how the hell would his name come up as a possibility?”

Turning up the lamps in the kitchen, the bear of a man went to the cupboards, searching through the contents to find his lover some nourishment. Something warm and filling…

“I know… I just… I feel so guilty. He was alive all that time, suffering and alone, no one even attempting to rescue him. Jase must have felt so helpless and scared,” Kim whimpered, face averted. “Bulk, don’t bother with trying to get me to eat. I have no appetite right now.”

Farkas sighed, his large frame shifting as he moved to take a seat at the splintery table. Holding out his hands, he beckoned his partner closer.

“Come here,” he whispered softly.

When Kim got closer, he pulled the smaller woman down into his lap, pulling her legs up over his massive thighs.

“Listen to me, ok? Whether you knew or you didn’t, by the time you got there, Red was already Red, and as we can clearly see today, he isn’t interested in being saved. Drakkon’s got him wedged so far up his prissy ass that he can’t see reality. If we can manage to keep Lord Fuckwad away from him, maybe one day, we can get through to our Jason.”

Burying her face into the crook of Bulk’s neck, the Slayer sniffed miserably.

“There’s no way, love. I know how obsessed Drakkon is with Red. And so does Skull, who’s close to an expert on Red’s antics. He’s jumping at every snap and crack and trying to pretend to be unbothered. I’m glad he’s got Billy, even if it’s a younger, Prime one. Losing ours nearly broke him.”

Bulk only hummed in response, his lips brushing Kim’s soft hair.

“I think Jason would rather be dead than live like this,” the Slayer spoke again. “He’d think our Billy was the lucky one. I don’t even know how we could tell that we could trust anything Red tells us. He could play the long game, wait it out and string us along, and when we think we’ve got Jase…”

She snapped her fingers.

“He pounces.”

Farkas threaded his thick fingers through her shaggy locks.

“Skull’s right. We have to keep in mind that Red is NOT Jason Scott. We can’t ever expect him to behave like the person we used to know, even if we get through to him, not after everything he’s went through.”

Bulk’s words further condemned the young Pink Ranger’s actions, solidifying her guilt at getting into a pissing match with a man who’d undergone such horrific torture that his mind fractured, like an eggshell.

‘All the King’s horses and all the King’s men…’

The old nursery rhyme flashed through her mind and she felt the prickling of fresh tears. The Ranger Slayer had suffered for twenty years, believing her big brother to be murdered, gone forever, and, in a way, he still very well could be if Red continued to obstinately deny even the possibility that he was really Jason Scott.

‘Here I’ve been sitting, thinking the worst about my Jason, treating him like shit because I’m jealous of Red flirting with Tommy. He could have easily died back in the evil Green Ranger days just like Coinless Jason did. Or supposedly did, I guess. I should be thanking my luck stars Jase is still here.’

Kimberly hadn’t meant to be snappish with the Red Omega, or roll her eyes at him, or sneer, or glare, yet she had. And Jason definitely noticed and could deduce the reason. He’d merely looked at her with grief on his face, before quickly excusing himself from the interaction.

A choked sob shook her frame, the anguished sound smashing past her lips with a vengeance and alerting the two lovers to her presence.

“Who’s there!” Bulk demanded as the Slayer briskly slid from his lap and drew her bow. “Show yourself!”

Awkwardly, the Pink Ranger stepped forward, flushing with tears and embarrassment.

“Hey, guys…” she whispered, clutching her hands behind her back.

Bulk’s green eyes softened from his lethal glare and his muscles relaxed.

“Kim? What are you doing back here?” he frowned.

Kimberly looked from Bulk over to her older self and sucked in a shaky breath.

“Sorry… I’m sorry…” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I just…needed…somewhere to think.”

Exchanging glances, the Slayer and Bulk both knew why the young girl was upset and avoiding her friends. Kim slowly approached Kimberly and curled her arms around her hunched shoulders, embracing her as tenderly as she knew how.

“Oh, little one, I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now,” she soothed. “I’ve been shocked at how Red is acting towards Tommy…”

The Pink Ranger grunted in frustration.

“It’s not just how Red’s acting. That shouldn’t matter,” she interrupted. “Red isn’t the one who owes me anything. Tommy is supposed to be in control of his cock, not the other way around! He WANTS to fuck that little tart!”

She gasped, not intending to give voice to her feelings about Red to any of the Coinless, yet mad as hell that she had to admit Red was right about one thing.

Tommy was in love with Jason, whether her big brother knew it or not, was interested or not…

“He wants to fuck him! Every dirty thing that Red whispers to him, he’s captivated! But any time, I tried to…”

She stopped, feeling horribly self-conscious, Red’s nasty insults ringing in her ears.

“I know that man in there is sick, that’s he’s just as much a victim of Drakkon’s as anyone else, that I shouldn’t judge him so harshly. He’s obviously loved and missed by all of you, but every time I look at him, I see ‘the other woman.’ So then I look at ‘my’ Jason and wonder if he’s hiding anything from me!”

Kimberly knew she was rambling, rattling on with scarcely drawing one breath. It didn’t matter; this had all been bottled up too long now! She was gearing up to have a total melt down when Bulk’s gentle voice spoke up.

“It’s ok to be upset with Red, I think anyone would be. He’s not exactly endearing or pitiful or… I was going to say ‘pathetic’, but that actually fits pretty decently. You’re allowed to feel what you feel, dear. Just ask Skull…” he chuckled. “Think how much pain and misery would have been spared if Drakkon just went to therapy or something… Learned how to feel emotions other than anger and pettiness.”

The Ranger Slayer managed a grin at her partner’s observations.

“I think that wild fuck would have required inpatient admission and strong medications. And a strait jacket. I doubt any of the docs would have condoned mass homicide, torture, or creating spooky human pets.”

Bulk’s arms encircled the Slayer, pulling her back tightly to his chest and dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

“True story, love. But I think the White Ranger should stop engaging with Red and riling them both up for all our sakes.”

Rubbing at her scalded cheeks, the Pink Ranger sucked back her tears. She couldn’t miss the passionate, loving expressions on the pair’s faces as they gazed at one another. This was weird.

‘I can’t believe I end up with Bulk of all people over here,’ she mused. “He’s definitely not the person I would have thought. Skull always used to chase me in our world.’

The Coinless Eugene Skullovitch, however, was smitten with Billy, had been destroyed by his Blue Ranger’s death from what the older Zack and Trini had disclosed to her.

Bulk noticed her looking at them with curiosity.

“What?” he smiled.

“Oh, sorry, it’s just…” she struggled to find the right words, hoping to avoid offending these kind people. “It’s just odd seeing myself with you… like that…”

Farkas laughed good-naturedly as Kim grinned.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way, of course,” the Pink Ranger stuttered as the two continued to look amused.

“We know,” the Slayer chuckled. “Honestly, seeing you and Tommy together… is like seeing me with Drakkon, which is a little gross. So, I get it. Back in the day, I didn’t give Farkas a second glance either. But after shit went sideways, I seen the man he was underneath all his hot air and bluster. And so did he.”

Bulk blushed when Kim turned within his arms and kissed his full lips.

“He’s my diamond in the rough.”

A Few Year’s Later in the Prime Universe

The light fluttering of her curtains before the open bedroom window roused Kimberly from a light slumber. A gentle, spring breeze carried the scent of fresh rain and the low rumble of thunder sounded somewhere in the distance. She smiled, feeling the warmth of her partner’s chest against her bare back.

A protective arm draped over her middle; the man’s breath tickled the top of her head as he dozed.

Kim felt a peace she never thought she’d be fortunate enough to feel, finding her soulmate after being so sure she was destined to be alone forever.

‘It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t the end of the world.’

The aftermath of the Coinless debacle, the whole Tommy and Red cat-and-mousing, Drakkon’s near slaughter of them all…

No, it hadn’t been the end of the world, but things certainly couldn’t stay the same. It took a while and a lot of fighting, between her and Tommy, her and Jason, Tommy and the others, Jason and the others… It was a huge fucking mess for a short time.

Kimberly had broken up with Tommy and did them both a favor. She hadn’t been too surprised when months later, the White Ranger approached her with trepidation and explained his sexuality, such as he understood, and his strong feelings for Jason, which he apparently returned, something she hadn’t expected. Though the only dating or discussion thereof had been the Red and Yellow Omega enjoying a sweet, but short, romance.

That Jason might return Tommy’s affections had haunted the Pink Ranger while the anger and pain were still fresh. Her former boyfriend ardently denied anything had taken place between himself and his crush before, during, or after their relationship, though recently playful, teasing flirty eased the way for passionate confessions.

The White Ranger claimed he wanted her blessing before going further, before anyone else learned how they truly felt for one another because sure as shit, things were going to get wild again before they got better. And Tommy didn’t care about that, just concerned about Kimberly’s thoughts and feelings out of the others.

“Zack’s really going to be fit to be tied,” she advised the love-stricken man standing before her. “He might just kick your ass for real this time.”

“I don’t care about that. Jason’s worth having Zack’s whole boot up my backside. But I don’t you to think anything sneaky was going on or that we planned this or…”

Nodding, the Pink Ranger held up a hand, stopping Tommy’s prattling.

“Do you really love him? I mean, do you LOVE love him?”

The White Ranger’s eyes sparkled with passion.

“Yes, Kim. I really do. I’d give my life to save his…”

And she didn’t doubt that.

“Then you better take good care of my big brother. Because if you hurt him, if you break his heart… I’LL be the one kicking your ass! Zack will have to settle for whatever scraps I leave behind!”

Tommy looked flabbergasted, clearly expecting more tears, arguing, and accusations. Definitely not this effortless acceptance and grace.

But what he didn’t know, what Kimberly hadn’t bothered to inform him of, was her budding relationship with Farkas Bulkmeier, who she looked at with new eyes after seeing the latent potential that lived just beneath his gaudy exterior. When push came to shove, Bulk was capable of great things.

Their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret, per se, but they didn’t advertise it, merely enjoying one another’s company (and bodies) with surprising ease. It took some time for Red’s crude insults regarding her sexual abilities to fade from memory, as her new lover constantly praised and coveted her time and attention in the bedroom.

Feeling the man behind her stretch languidly and give a grunt of contentment, Kimberly grinned, rolling over to look up through her lashes at his soft features. Her alarm was going to start sounding any time now, blaring for her to get up for work, another stint in a sprawling retail outlet as she worked to save for college while deciding what she wanted to ultimately do with her life.

Bulk cracked an eye, staring down at her button-sized face with love.

“I don’t wanna go to work today. Can we just cuddle?” she pouted prettily. “Please?”

The heavy eyelid dropped closed again and he kissed her sweat-dampened forehead.

“Yeah, let’s do that….” he sighed happily.

Then a corner of his mouth twitched up.

“And more…”

[artichao]

lil birthday present doodle for Saruky :D

It's been a while since I last drew the Clusterfuckers so this was pretty refreshing! I believe my style's changed quite a bit since the last time so it's always fun to revisit characters after some time.

[cocofetti]

My week has been stressful! Like every day is Friday the 13th for 2 weeks stressful. Like AAAAAAALLLLL MAAAAAH LIIIIIIIIIFFE I HAD TO FIGHT stressful!!

Woke up late every day, anxiety out the ass, wardrobe malfunctions every day, nothing going the way it should or as I planned, everybody getting on my nerves.....

So I said fuck it and got myself a lil treat. 2 of my favorite mental health activities. Fuck it and food. 🤗🤗🤗