#GIGGLES PROFUSELY

[jayjazzjizz]

school drawings of the creature (ted just ,,in general)

[nitro-the-turtle]

W.I.P

HI! Sorry I’ve been gone for two months, been quite busy lol. Had an artstyle change- and gotten significantly better at drawing people

take this wip sketch of my best friend’s sona as compensation and proof ‼️ SHOUTOUT TO @cann1ball for being an incredible friend, artist, and person. Love you ya goober :>

[labyrinthhofmymind]

gahhhh prongsfoot *makes grabby hands*

[vellamare]

Guh... I've been on major burn out lately. College is throwing me into a dumpster and I haven't been getting much sleep. But I managed to make this,,, been trying to figure out my coloring style both digitally and traditionally and I might as well draw this absolute creature of a man..

Btw don't pay attention to what he's saying, just a teenie tiny teaser of what's to come..

I'll still draw TF2, it's just that Anslo and the Riddler have been holding me hostage and they're all I can think about.. :3

But yea! ENJOY TINY DRAWING OF THE SMILEY FRY GUY 😈😈😈🔥🔥🔥

[burymeinwillow]

ORIGINAL VIDEO

cowboys are secretly very fond of each other.mp4

[messrsrarchives]

i will never forget that one time i told my lecturer "i have a really bad aura" and he said "NO I LOVE YOUR ENERGY!!!!!!" and then i had a seizure on his floor because that wasn't quiteeeeeee what i was getting at, but thank you anyway <33

[lucksea]

made a custom wallpaper for my new phone theme and i think this is literally the cutest and most joyous thing i have ever created.

[firesofdainix]

Solarballs twitter loves spacetime continuum, just so you know

WHAT!!! THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE HEARD OF THIS!!! I don't have twt but wow... I didn't know people liked my silly little series so much???

[spineless-lobster]

I’m what you’d call a bad samaritan. a real sit down guy. this is just another peek into the sick and twisted world I live in every day. heh, you couldn’t handle an hour in my mind

[sincericida]

i just read this rumor about andrew garfield getting hit on the head and getting knocked out during sex or something.. do you happen to have more tea on this ? haha

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA... Anon, I knew this picturesque story between AG and Sophie Wu, reported in a livejournal in 2011, and I happen to have the link to post here. But, the main (and best) part of the report is this:

"The hilarious, amazing thing about this anecdote was, (...), that Sophie, while having sex with Andrew, went to change positions, caught his jaw with her foot, and knocked him out for 20 minutes. At which point she texted Erica, (who was out with her mum,) saying, ‘you can’t come home yet, this guy’s out cold on the sofa’."

You can’t imagine the mental juggling I did imagining this whole scene.  I'm laughed too hard until I lose my breath, I couldn't stop giggling profusely and feeling embarrassed. But still, I would love to read a fanfic about the absurdity of this situation 🤭

(the livejournal link)

[godborn]

as fashion week season begins i have the recurring thought of big italian designers with passione ties fitting giorno for custom clothes and accidentally sticking him with a needle and panicking thinking someone is about to execute them immediately

[the-wiggler]

*clenches fist* what the flip…..

[nepnepian]

the guilty gear community passerby's looking onto @robotsafari and I's Bedman debacle and eventual wacky ass downward spiral wondering wtf is the matter with us

[happy-and-gay-tortoise]

I HAVE THAT EXACT BASS WTF.

pov they just asked you to join their emo band

stardew bachelors 2/6

[twinliches]

while i was trying to wade through the large amounts of people trying to leave the central subway station, everyone abruptly came to a halt in front of the subway turnstiles. two french girls had misunderstood the tap-out process, and one of them was now stuck behind the gate. as i was wracking my brain on how to explain the tap-in tap-out process of the milan metro to both of them with my rudimentary french while they both got increasingly upset at the closed gate between them, a young teenager suddenly pushed me to the side.

i was just about to give him my most scathing disgruntled glare when he took out his ticket and, after realizing they had no common language, started gesticulating wildly in front of the french girl left behind. he pointed at the ticket, then at her, and very seriously said: “on three, we go.” she nodded, and after he counted to three, holding up his fingers so there could be no confusion, they sprinted through the gate together, giggling profusely afterwards as if they had just pulled off the heist of the century,

it was just a small moment during the morning commute. but i realized then and there that the time i had spent trying to intellectualize the problem and wondering if my lack of language skills would be awkward the situation could have already been resolved. and that while i had been mad about being pushed aside, the teenager got it exactly right: no questions, no fear or shyness, just direct action to help where you can and rushing there to do so. i think about him every time now when i run to lift someone’s pram or ask a lost looking person if they need my help despite the fear of being rude. on three, we go.

[oceantornadoo]

simon riley AND reader who are absolutely terrible at dating.

he ghosts you after the first date. you thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime connection with unmatched banter and crackling physical tension. guess not. you lose a couple of nights of sleep over it and chalk it up to men ain’t shit and move on.

simon who can’t stop thinking about your date as he gets shipped out the next day. runs through an op quicker than ever, barking at soap more than usual, toeing the line of unprofessional. every day that passes is a day he can’t touch his personal phone, leaving your text thread abandoned.

you get a text a month later. “you around?” have to check the thread to remember who it was, finding yourself absolutely shocked, struggling to remember the hulking mass of a man who made you giggle so much over that one dinner.

simon shows up to your picnic date with apology flowers and a new leather jacket. explains why he was gone without prompting, a gruff monologue as you find yourself getting distracted by the new scratch on his eyebrow and the scruff on his face. unconsciously, your fingers brush it barely, wanting to make sure it was real.

simon stops mid-sentence, gripping your wrist in an iron hold. the shock of what you did hits you, profuse apologies spilling from your lips as you try to explain and tug your wrist back. he won’t let you though, keeping it in place, your soft skin against his worn calluses.

“‘s okay, love. jus’ ask next time. still jumpy from work.” you finally snatch your hand back, embarrassment warming your body as you nod your head in acknowledgment. he thinks about letting the awkwardness settle and take roots, adding a string of failed dates to his black book.

instead you make the choice for him, attention catching on a nearby curious toddler. you give the little bugger a wave with your biggest smile, sticking out your tongue to make the kid laugh. simon decides then and there that he’s going to keep you.