#I'm actually losing it

[dudaroar]

do you guys think n and uzi hold hands while they make out....

[thesummerestsolstice]

If anyone needs me I'm going to spend the next 75 hours chewing on my drywall thanks.

[samtheplatypus]

I'm still alive

Uni has consumed me

I speedrun this for a collab and realized it was cancelled right after finishing XD

[spam-and-or-vent-account]

i feel fucking insane right now

[kozuwhore]

it's not fair anymore

[gendzl]

you can't call something a "new edition" of an existing book when there is no overlap in content! what is going on here!!!

[devidementia]

hairy men 🥵🥰😘☺️😋🥵

[dudaroar]

HELP LITERALLY ME BC WHYYYY DID I HAVE TO GOOGLE WHAT A LIVING ROOM LOOKS LIKE

nothing makes u feel stupid quite like being a writer. out here googling “rooms in a house” to make sure i didn’t forget one of em. blockhead behavior.

[maiaczy]

Sometimes taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind.

[wintersolsticeyeji]

the parallels are paralleling.

[the-most-sublime-fool]

Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase—you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and hear no voices but their own, and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take up the wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.

—a sailor's diary entry, on losing a shipmate, ca. 1834 (from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana Jr.)

[megane-sama]

Soooo I started reading Dungeon Meshi a while ago and....I need him I fear.

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[babacontainsmultitudes]

He's a used car salesman. He has a heart of gold. He can't parallel park. He has two gay witch italian dads. He chops the wood. He has a magical talking cat mom. He's an assassin. He isn't an assassin. He's actually the cat from earlier. He's trans (female cat to male human). He's been shot through the heart. He was in Dewar. He was not in the war. He was in Dewar. He's on his last of nine lives. He just had a marble shoved down his throat. He's even bisexual. I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head, didn't he?

[vodid]

hello there!

[teddybeartoji]

touching your wolf bf's teeth........................................... he's trying to be so patient with you but fuck, it's hard. your eyes are so big and wide and you smell so good and your lips are parted and you keep licking them in excitement and he can see your chest rising and falling a little faster than usual and you're resting your hand on his thigh as you inch closer and closer to him and it's all getting him worked up way more than he'd like to admit.

you drag the pads of your fingers over his teeth and gasp quietly when you finally reach the sharpest ones. your nails dig into his leg muscles and a low growl rumbles in his chest – he doesn't miss the way you squeeze your thighs together at the sound. your eyes meet and the surge of electricity that runs through your body at the sight of his lust-filled eyes is intoxicating.

but he doesn't push you, he let's you take it at your own pace, no matter how tight his pants are getting. when you gently push at his lips, he tugs them back in order to show off his fangs. pride blooms inside him at your awestruck expression and a kind of hunger settles deep inside his stomach – his mouth salivates at the thought of your taste.

a bite wouldn't hurt, right?