#Just a lil bit 🤏����

[oodlesodoodles]

[fluffy-ami]

People who can't help but get all smiley and giggly and jumpy while "trying" to defend themselves with their arms as you give them those playful little pokes all over their torso. their little blushes, silly smiles and scrunched up noses AURGH eughsljfkskk i'm eating y'all rn, what a good day to love humans, humans are adorable 🌸

[sunsetsandsunshine]

My Ler mood is hitting fucking HARD today 😭🤌🏾

[iid-smile]

i kinda wanna watch kn8 🤔

[poughkeepsies]

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[hatchetsfield-arch]

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬,  𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥’𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭  𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲  𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.  it  was  a  wound  that  bill  himself  had  created,  one  that  had  been  inflicted  not  by  any  blade  or  steel.  the  weapon  that  had  inflicted  it  had  been  far  sharper  than  any  steel,  cut  far  deeper  than  any  blade.  it  was  far  more  powerful,  for  it  was  a  weapon  that  needed  no  physical  form  to  inflect  damage.  

" 𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸,  𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦.  𝘪  𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘵𝘰  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬,  𝘣𝘶𝘵  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘮𝘢��𝘦  𝘪𝘵  𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺  𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥  𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘮𝘦  𝘵𝘰  𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚  𝘺𝘰𝘶. "

though  the  weapon  had  been  just  mere  words,  and  bill’s  own  tongue  the  wielder  —  bill  feared  they  dealt  a  blow  heavier  than  anything  the  freaky  sniggles  or  that  creepy  blinky  could  ever  have  dealt.

that  throbbing  and  pulsing  had  only  intensified  on  the  drive  back  to  bill’s  flat.  alice  had  slept  through  practically  all  of  it,  and  bill  had  silently  implored  the  tunes  on  the  radio  (  kept  low  as  to  not  disturb  alice’s  sleep  )  ᴛᴏ  ꜰɪʟʟ  ʜɪs  ʜᴇᴀᴅ  ʟɪᴋᴇ  ᴛʜᴇ  sɴᴏᴡ  ᴀɴᴅ  sᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ  ᴏɴ  ᴛʜᴇ  sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ  ᴏꜰ  ᴀ  ꜰᴀᴛʙᴀᴄᴋ  ᴛᴇʟᴇᴠɪsɪᴏɴ,  ᴛᴏ  ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ  ᴏᴜᴛ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs  sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ  ʙʏ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ  ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ  ᴏꜰ  ʜɪs  sᴜʙᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜs.  ones  that  hissed  and  spit  like  enraged  venomous  snakes,  and  though  his  heart  dared  try  to  cover  its  ears  with  its  hands,  there  was  nothing  capable  of  drowning  out  those  damned  words.  

that’s  gonna  stick  with  her  forever.  

she’ll  always  doubt  if  you  love  her.

you’ll  make  her  feel  just  how  your  dad  made  you  feel.  remember  how  you  promised  you’d  be  the  best  dad?  remember  how  you  held  alice  in  your  arms?  how  tiny  she  was?  how  you  promised  you’d  be  everything  your  father  never  was?  

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞,  𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.  

those  words  act  as  frantically  as  the  sniggles  had  on  stage  —  some  clawed  at  the  flesh  of  his  racing,  screaming  heart  —  some  placing  their  hands  on  the  steering  wheel,  the  car  lightly  swerving  as  a  result  —  some  burrowed  deep  into  his  psyche  like  worms  into  waterlogged  soil,  too  deep  for  solace’s  fingers  to  dig  and  reach  and  remove.  

bill  glances  over  to  alice,  still  asleep,

and  momentarily  mistakes  the  jacket  he  had  placed  over  her  for  a  swaddling  blanket.

when  alice  asks  him  those  three  words,  those  three  seemingly  innocuous  words,  after  he  had  woken  her  to  tell  her  they  were  home  and  turned  off  the  ignition  yet  had  made  no  effort  to  move  from  the  driver's  seat,  𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕  𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗  𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚊  𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏.  

he’s  been  horrible  to  her  this  whole  time.  so  desperate  was  he  to  relieve  the  past  that  he  had  ignored  her  wants  and  needs  in  the  present.  and  yet,  here  she  was,  his  baby  girl,  asking  him  if  he  was  okay  -  words  that  are  only  meant  to  be  asked  by  a  parent,  never  a  child.

never  his  child.

bill  sighs  heavily,  leaning  back  in  his  seat  as  he  runs  a  hand  over  his  face.  his  eyes  close  for  a  moment  as  he  attempts  to  will  the  tears  back  to  whence  they  came,  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚  𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆  𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎  𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒇𝒖𝒍  𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏  𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚  𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅  𝒏𝒆𝒘  𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒊𝒏  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕,  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒔  𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔,

❝  alice,  ❞  he  begins,  voice  cracking  and  wobbling  as  though  he  was  once  again  a  teenager  experiencing  puberty  for  the  first  time.  he  pauses,  blinking  heavily  before  reaching  out  to  take  alice’s  hands  in  his  own.  

he  remembers  how  just  one  of  alice’s  hands  could  wrap  entirely  around  his  finger  —  the  one  now  bare  of  its  wedding  ring.  

trying  to  swallow  the  lump  in  his  throat,  bill  continues:  ❝  what  i  said  to  you  tonight,  when  we  made  it  off  the  tear-jerker  .  .  .  ❞  bill’s  hands  tighten  their  grip  on  @hatchetfieldgazette 's own,  ❝  it  was  many  things,  alice.  but  it  wasn’t  truthful,  and  it  wasn’t  fair.  i  —  i’m  so  sorry  that  i  said  that  to  you,  alice,  and  i  want  you  to  not  just  know  but  truly  understand  that  what  i  said  is  as  true  as  grass  being.  .  .  purple  with  –  pink  polkadots!  ❞  bill  gives  a  watery  smile,  a  weak  chortle  escaping  him.  

he  raises  one  hand  to  place  against  his  daughter's  cheek,  thumb  gently  chasing  away  the  remnants  of  sleep  remaining  at the corner of  her  eye.  ❝  alice,  you  don’t  make  it  hard  to  like  you.  you  make  it  hard  not  to  like  you.  you’re  so -  damn  are  you  just so  talented  and  -  and  smart  and  .  .  .  and  i’m  not  totally  convinced  you’re  mine,  because  how  the  hell  could  something  so  good  and  talented  and  kind  possibly  come  from  this  goober,  huh?  ❞  he  briefly  gestures  to  himself  with  a  small  laugh,  watery  smile  growing  ever  so  slightly.  brushing  stray  strands  of  hair  away  from  alice’s  eyes,  bill  makes  sure  she’s  looking  at  him  as  he  says:  ❝  i  need  you  to  tell  me  that  you  know  just  how  stupid  and  untrue  my  words  were.  and,  look,  i’m  not  asking  you  to  forgive  me  -  or  to  say  you  forgive  me,  because  you  shouldn’t,  i  don’t  forgive  me  —  but  all  i’m  asking  is  that  you  believe  me  when  i  tell  you  how  wonderful  you  are.  promise  me  you’ll  believe  it,  alice?  ❞

[pawnguild]

20 >:3

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

>:3

candy - doja cat

miss shiney - kaiit

hammer - nothing,nowhere.

[indecisive-dizzy]

sooo how dead is cringe exactly? lol

how dead is the mlp fandom? Or should I say undead pff-

I kinda wanna post my mlp oc, she's just,,, a lil creature. people like lil creatures yeah?

[simelune]

going to attempt to make another preset 🧎‍♀️

[feywanders]

@tartt9 ⸻ you're mocking me. ( x )

her gaze shifts upwards, feigning the idea that she is actually giving good thought to her previous actions. ella has dealt with athletes for long enough to know that their egos mean everything to them. someone can so quickly fall into that trap if not well prepared and. . . well, she's been battle tested. when she returns to fix her gaze back on jamie, all she manages is a small shrug and an unapologetic smile on her face. one that she has mastered, offering the same joking nature to her words while also remaining warm.

❝ i mean, you rightly deserved it if i'm honest. ❞

[anonbinaryweirdo]

Anyways

Pineapple pizza

Yes or no?

Batman can beat me all he wants I am NOT eating pineapple pizza.

[elibeeline]

I think something might be concerningly wrong with my back 🙃🙃

[bel-universe]

About to start seeing how far these sugar daddies in my inbox are really willing to go to show me they’re legit lmao

[velvetineblue]

"Everytime I look at you, I see my future."

( her words made his heart constrict. with love. with pride. with pain . ) what did the future look like in her clever eyes; the ones that never missed a detail ? he wondered, and a crooked smile passes over his lips. “ yeah ... ? ” don't say that, he thinks. don't do that to yourself. when he sees her future, he sees an office door with her name on it. Jung Ara, the pretty doctor with a medical practice that complemented her sharp mind, and her hidden, guarded heart, one that dreamed of a better world. (her clients would love her, like everyone who got to know her would.) at home, she'd have a partner she could be proud of: someone smart and someone good, like her. someone who helped people. they would protect her from the darkness of the world (she'd seen more than enough for one lifetime) and they would give her a happy, healthy, family: to make up for the one she so unfairly lacked in her life . . . a future with him was like an anchor tied to her wrist. he dragged her down into the muck and mud; left her with bloody nails and black-stained feet. and despite it all, kicking in the dirt with him, she still shined . . . but she deserved better. much better than he had given her. his gaze falls downward, taking her hand in his. and then turning her palm over, tracing his fingertips up and down her soft skin. his voice was quiet, but made no mention of his guilt. “ ... hey, did I ever tell you I can read palms ? sorry; 'think I forgot to mention it . . . but it's true— I can definitely see your future here. ” he held her hand up to the dim light, and his little smirk indicated he was lying, and not even making any attempt to hide it. after all, it’s more of a jest than a lie.

he slowly ran his touch down the faint lines on her palm. “ this one says you’re gonna live for a long time, and you’ll always be healthy . . . and this one says you’re gonna meet someone from far far away, and they're going to fall in love with you . . . they’re gonna take care of you, and you’re going to make them really, really happy. they’ll be by your side forever. ” he looked up at her with the same secret, crooked smile. no matter what the future held for her, those words would always be true. ( he might not be the best thing for her, but he could do that much. ) whether it was from nearby or from a safe distance away from her, he would always be looking out for her. he would always love her. he concluded his fortune-telling session by lacing their fingers together, having contented himself with that thought.

“ — so that's it: your future . . . I don't know if you believe in that stuff— but I'm not wrong. I won't be. ” he promised. ( because his words to her were indeed a promise, not a prophecy. )

[kuromi-hoemie]

i checked out the link and his website and wanted to share some more of his pics i thought were pretty

Here's the description from the Aviary Gallery link above!

Will Matsuda — Aviary Gallery

[wistrea]

Were you always so sneaky? ( from shoko. )

even in the dim lighting of the room, seeing as she had only bothered to turn on a single lamp, the bruising 'pon the rise of the sorcerer's cheek and cut along her jawline is visible to the naked eye. once the rest of the lights were turned on, she visibly winced, a sheepish smile lifting her lips as she faces shoko. while she needed a helping hand to patch up her wounds, she had instead made her way in like a stray not wanting to make too much noise. it was late, after all. bleeding aside, she hadn't wanted to interrupt shoko's day for something as miniscule as a possible broken rib. which is why the raven sits there, leg propped up as she spun in the office chair, countenance housing a sheepish smile.

❛     maybe a little.    ❜ kira quipped as the chair came around again, briefly being able to meet shoko's gaze before it turned away once more. she had lifted up her finger and thumb in a pinching manner, as if to emphasize her words. ❛     i forgot what your office hours were, and i didn't want to impose because of something so little.    ❜

two broken ribs were better than three, of course. she wasn't about to make a fuss over that. ❛     do you have some time, doc?    ❜