#PLEASE DONT GET MAD AT ME PLEASE

[did-someone-say-aliens]

okay so like knowing the cookie run fandom i’m gonna get absolutely destroyed for this and I MAY be a bit autistic but hear me out

I think that people are getting way too mad at other people for shipping certain cookies in the cookie run fandom 😭i’ll be so fr right now i don’t care if they don’t know eachother in canon literally as long as it makes you happy

as long as you dont ship adults and children and sibling and stuff along that nature of course OBVIOUSLY dont do that that’s terrible

like honestly shipping BEGAN because it’s for fun. it’s not the end of the world if someone doesn’t ship a ship that you don’t like lol, it’s just a game for fun! I like to have fun :] i like shipping characters in cookie run for silly goofy fun time.

ship purelily? awesome. ship purecacao? preppy. ship like- polyancients and a ton of other rarepairs? pureelderlily? awesome. Affocao? Affocara? Affouni or Affocream? I DONT CARE. literally shipping is for fun and it’s subjective, so just!!! have fun with it. be silly with it. get funky. get fresh. ship two cookies that have literally never met if you want.

AS LONG AS YOU ARE BEING RESPECTFUL AND SAFE you can literally do whatever you want. peace :D

[xielianslver]

So basically my drawing app isn't working cause my computer is 300 years old so instead of drawing the Ro'Meave family like I wanted and making an animatic for them here's the family tree I made.

There's some details that get missed so zoom in ig I accidentally made Zianna's eyes green ignore that. Anyways I got their ethnicitys and stuff from the origin of their names. So yeah Vylad was named by his father.

also Zane has a cool scar on his mouth that shows his teeth. (you'll see that when I'm able to draw him, aka when my mom FINALLY brings me to get my tablet fixed good lord) also Zianna and Vylad have monolids

[voltaical-art]

ohhhh blackwall is gonna kill me hes killing me

[tojisun]

dbf!simon is very much dear john by taylor swift coded

my goodness?? no yea absolutely!! im??? WHAT???? i cant move on, this hurts terribly

toxic!dbf!biker!simon was sent to me so i can hurt all of us and yk what? im actually sorry for this one because dear gods simon is mean

!! made simon unlikeable (ooc, even) and im really sorry for that; suggestive; age gap; power imbalance // biker!simon mlist // prev - 01, 02

simon’s late.

of course he is. when was he ever on time? when has he ever prioritized you above all else?

he said he’d pick you up at six and promised that he’d bring you the helmet that’s only ever reserved for you. it’s a pretty pink one with a little skull painted on the right top of the shell, personally customized by simon.

“reminds me of you, sweet girl,” he whispered the first time he presented it to you, grinning as though he’s the only man who’s made you feel special; as though he knows he is.

he promised to bring his bike because he said it’s faster; because he said he’s got somewhere to bring you. some place, probably in the outskirts of the city, where he can spoil you. because that’s all you are to him anyway: a secret. a fling. someone who he knows he can always turn to.

and you should’ve known that simon’s promises are ephemeral. that all that they’re good for is to make your stomach swoop and your heart flutter, long enough that when the betrayal hits, it hits harder. you should’ve known that his promises are but cacophonies that get smothered in the wind because simon doesn’t follow through. he never has.

but you never learn, huh?

too busy being in love, too busy being starry eyed. too busy counting down the hours, minutes, seconds because for some reason, for some stupidly heartbreaking reason, you think he loves you back. you think that he even can.

you think that once simon comes, he’ll be all apologetic, begging for your forgiveness as he whimpers his i’m sorry’s and his i’ll do better’s on your forehead or on your cheeks or even on your lips. that he’ll cradle you in his arms like the precious jewel that you are, careful and tender, before helping you get on his bike.

but an hour has already passed and the next hour is just eleven minutes away from being completed, still, simon has yet to show up. your messages remained unseen and your calls continued to be unreturned.

you’ve bitten your lips raw, not enough to bleed but just enough that you feel the sting whenever you sigh. you’ve taken to walking around the lounge area of the library to stretch your legs out and to give your numb butt a break, occasionally bumbling towards the water dispenser to grab a quick drink, because you wished that all these little things can eat up time faster. you wished that if you just distracted yourself enough, then time will speed up and simon will finally come.

still-

“hello everyone, the library will be closing soon. i repeat, the library will be closing soon. please proceed to the checkout for those who want to bring home items, otherwise, thank you so much for coming in today! we open at 09:00 am tomorrow!”

oh.

you gather your things with a sigh, pretending that the back of your eyes aren’t stinging as tears begin to prick and pool. you ignore your trembling fingers as you swipe at your phone again, checking to see if simon’s called or messaged, only to feel the remaining pieces of your heart shatter at seeing nothing from him at all. you throw your phone back in your bag before zipping it close and slinging it on your back. you stomp out of the library, your breaths stuttering at the weight of your heartache.

you fall into a quiet autopilot as you get on the bus and trek back to the dorms. you remember that your mom had asked if you were going to come visit soon and you decide that perhaps what you need is a change of scenery for now so you dig for your phone just to tell her you’ll be home for the weekend, dutifully ignoring the desire to check if simon’s replied.

(it takes a heartbeat before you do check, thrums of morbid anticipation being chased away by the lack of notifications from him. this seals your need to flee back home.)

you mumble a hello to your roommate and to her girlfriend before locking yourself in your room to pack a duffel bag. you continue to pretend that you are not hyperaware of your phone as you stuff your bag with clothes, your laptop, and your books.

a knock brings you back to reality.

“hey lovie?” your roommate asks, her voice trembling from exhaustion.

“yeah?” you respond as you pad towards the door and open it for her. she smiles when she sees you. “what’s up?”

“someone’s downstairs, buzzing for you.”

“oh,” you say because you already know who it is.

“yeah,” she replies, standing up taller in sudden attentiveness, her previous sleepiness dispelled at hearing the dejected timbre of your voice. “you want me to chase him off?”

“no!”

you cringe at the ferocity of your reply, which makes her flinch, and you awkwardly clear your throat when the moment settles.

her girlfriend peeks around the corner to check on you two. “everythin’ alright?”

“yeah,” you say, coughing. “i, uh. i got it, thanks.”

you wave off their concern as you snag your keys from the counter and slide into your shoes before taking the elevator back down. you worried your bottom lip again, your brows furrowed as reality rushed back into you—simon’s come to your dorm. simon’s come to you.

you play with your fingers as you step out of the building, your lungs constricting at seeing simon parked just a few feet away. his helmeted head is turned towards the entrance of your building, and even though he’s got his face hidden by the visor, you know simon’s seen you.

still, he doesn’t stand.

he doesn’t make any effort to come to you. so you stay there by the building, blinking your eyes at him, waiting for simon to come close. for simon to be the one to take that first step into apologizing—because why else would he be here if not for that? if not for a pitiful and pathetic apology which you will digest as you are starved of any inkling of affection from simon?

but simon continues to remain still and even if you are desperate for everything he has to give, a bigger part of you knows this is too much. so you turn, sniffling as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, and move to walk back into your dorm building.

“love, wait!” simon calls, but you remain facing the building even as your ears pick up the sound of scuffed boots against gravel, speeding towards you.

you whimper when simon’s hand closes around your wrist, tugging so that you are facing him again. his helmet’s still on but the visor’s pushed up and you bite a whine when your eyes meet his stormy ones.

“i said ‘wait,’ sweetheart,” simon murmurs, his hold tightening before he tugs you ever so closer to him. close enough that you see the lines on his face and the lone scar that runs from the side of his temple before disappearing into the tresses of his hair. close enough that you smell a faint vanilla sticking to his leather jacket. close enough that you see a littering of faint hickeys on his exposed neck.

“fuck you.”

simon’s head rears, not expecting the vitriol from your voice. he barks out a laugh.

“where’d my sweet girl go?”

“i’m not your fucking sweet girl!” you snarl, shaking his hold off of you. “i’m not your fucking anything!”

simon sighs like you are being difficult on purpose. like you are the one at fault. like you are the one who made him wait for two hours as he hanged onto the promise that you whispered to him nights ago. like you are the one who didn’t show up and forced him to find his way back home even amidst his heartache. like you are the one who chose to fuck someone even when you knew he was waiting for you.

because simon knew. he wouldn’t be here in front of you if he didn’t.

and isn’t it almost laughable how you thought he was going to apologize?

“love, is this about-”

“just leave, mr. riley,” you breathe out, the fire of anger that burned within you was extinguished into quiet sputters of your agony. “i made it back anyway. you don’t have to be here anymore.”

simon huffs a humourless laugh, the sound almost resembling a growl instead. “oh, so i’m ‘mr. riley’ now?” he pulls you even closer. “what happened to calling me ‘simon’? or even ‘si’?”

he leans towards you, his helmet bumping your head. “what happened to calling me ‘daddy’?”

simon steps back far enough that your hand misses his head, a hit that would’ve been futile anyway given his helmet.

you choke on your sob, the sound ripping from the base of your throat and tumbling into the cool air. and even then, even amidst the display of your heartbreak, simon continues to just stare you down.

“fuck you,” you repeat, your voice a quiet rasp.

simon hums, his boots crunching against the gravel as he turns. then, he says, “call me when y’r ready to talk to me like a mature person, kid.”

you run back into your building, not bothering to respond to him or to watch him drive off. you barely make it into the elevator before you crumple to your knees, your head dizzy with the intensity of your misery, your heart shredded into pieces.

made myself tear up too yey!!! @prttyangelz u got me sobbing teehee <333

[i-wasnt-ready-for-this]

You can see under the cut him without the Jojo Siwa makeup 🤣😹🤧

[muchmossymess]

Im a body horror fan so when the lifers started beep booping I didn't think "oh haha they've turned into robots that's cute I'm going to draw them as robots" I thought "their mouths turn into speakers a la the gas mask scene in Dr who"

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i need to compile a list of scenes that wouldnt make sense if saiki wasnt telepathically speaking in them because people directly respond to what he "thinks", because its actually starting to piss me off how many people insist that he doesnt talk to his friends at all

[dantent]

how i imagine the raphael romance would go:

another version for those who dont wanna romance him smh:

[mo-ok]

✈️🌊🐬 blue 🐬🌊✈️

🌠

[mossycakes]

i thibk hannibal is what youd get if you mixed lestat and armand. on a surface level, hannibal fits the three B's: bisexual blonde bitch. he has a fondness for the opera, a hatred for the impolite, european, charming, and of course loved abigail and will completely and with his whole self, even if it didnt immediately appear that way or wasnt reciprocated. on the other hand, his evil js very seductive, he pursuades people to kill in a real loving and gentle way, in the same way that armand convinced daniel in s2ep5 to accept his death, they are both master manipulators and gaslighters, like when hannibal convinced will he was hallucinating gideon, and i cant stop thinking about the similarities between the hannigram fall at the end of s3 and armand throwing lestat from the tower at the end of tvl.

[battfishe]

people who reduce relationships between a male and female character to “sibling dynamic” are weak and won’t survive the coming winter

[jinprint]

qimir is so babygirl and he knows it

[numou]

‼️PLEASE HELP ME AND MY PARENTS SURVIVE‼️

original post about water bill, read for details on water bill.

my posts keep dying so here’s a new one. please don’t ignore me, and at least reblog it

‼️‼️my mother is dying. she has Alzheimer’s. my father is diabetic, and without his medicine HE WILL DIE!‼️‼️

we we must pay 1,204$ to our utilities provider or OUR WATER IS SHUT OFF INDEFINITELY. our payment extension is up.

kind people & my income have given us $400. this isn’t enough

this is my parents bank account. they have 91$ and THAT’S IT!!!

WE CANT AFFORD OUR BILLS INCLUDING OUR MORTGAGE!!!!

🚨WE WILL BE KICKED OUT AND THEY WILL SELL OUR HOUSE. 🚨

i don’t want to watch my parents die while homeless.

help us, it is literally life or death.

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[sparkdoesart]

Random isat doodles while i figure out how to caption my loop drawing!!!!

Some sifs and some loops... the siblings ever to me..

(Also- sorry my otherkin ass can NOT stop projecting onto my favorite guys and making them kibties</333)

Watch me yap if you want vvv

Erm. Try not to draw siffrin as some kind of beast challenge (impossible)

Uh. So. I. Really like sibling relationships if you could not tell. Like yeah im a shipper but oh my stars i love siblings so much i love these two

I think. Post game. Sif makes a very simple wish that loop can, wherever they may be, be happy. And erm they wake up under the favor tree human(ish) again! Woohoo. I imagine theyd freak out at least a little but whatever theyre fine. They go and try to become a new person (and succeed for the most part!)

Im running low on brain power to explain all of this rn and ill probably be making something silly later anyway so uhm this is gonna be shorter than i wanted but. Eventually. Ive finally decided. Loop falls for nille teehee

It just keeps popping up in my head so i let it happen </3

ALSO idk if it shows much here but. Loop is still kibty. Their ears are just longer, their tail is different, and their legs r a big more fucked up. And also also sif n loop love each other a lot<33 it takes them a minute but they are very happy to be around each other. Sif gives loop flowers regularly and loop really really loves flowers now. Fits them on their outfit whenever they can. And they keep a special kind in their hair because its the first one sif gave them. They also like to think of themselves as older because they spent longer in the loops. Also. Theyre. Taller. Like a lot taller. Who did that.

[the-meme-monarch]

(wakes up in a cold sweat) barbieland is a dark world

[gophergal]

Gonna be real if you accuse people of misogyny based on their favorite characters and ships, I do not fucking trust your opinion. full stop