#Umm ok bye

[fishedeyelenz]

Damn I was having a normal one those few months ago when I drew this, huh?

[bitter--boxx]

Ummm meet the artist 🫣🫣🫣 hehe

[cerealmonster15]

teehee. this was going to be more jamil/azul focused but then i decided to leave it like this LOL. cater and jamil are two of my favorite characters, so once they both had duos with each other i was WAITING for their two cards to drop in engtwst for ages because i NEEDED that double duo. i use them all the time and it is very fun. and then when azul got his first duo with jamil in the masquerade event i ALSO waited for like a year to pounce on its eng release. and now he has a second duo with jamil! but. it is another azul card. his platinum jacket birthday ssr. jamil has yet to have one of his cards duo with azul. i think he is hiding on purpose. be strong, azul.

also, as of right now, jamil has five(5) cards that get a buddy bonus from azul. azul has two(2) that get a buddy bonus from jamil, which are the two that also duo with him. jamil is only showing up when he Has To. teehee.

[dorkicon]

xaaron leading the wreckers

(meme under the cut)

(cough)

[bogos-bint3d]

Ooweeoo

Get Weezered Dreemurred

[sleepyblr-heart]

I don't believe in god, but I believe that you're my savior

[krynutsreal]

leans on expensive motorcycle with cake

pretend I posted this yesterday okay

[bathmob]

2017 test

[singeart]

- Angie Sijun Lou, Jessica gives me a chill pill

[smoosnoom]

ten lines, ten people (rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.)

thank u so very much @pretentiouswreckingball for tagging me 🫶

10. salubrious He’s killing his mother. 

9. mike wheeler's guide to falling in love with a superhero Now, Mike wouldn’t say he was an expert in anything, besides being a massive idiot. 

8. resplendent Will is warm under his hands.

7. adulation It’s a warm, Wednesday afternoon when Mike practically climbs on top of him. 

6. need-to-snow-basis Mike, Will establishes on a Tuesday afternoon, is acting strange. 

5. compunction Mike Wheeler knows he’s a bad person. 

4. your mute inquiry There’s a life we’re all – We’re working towards a life we can’t taste, and we’re dying to – We’re all dying, and we’re all starving, and salvation isn’t coming, and there’s no one to save us, and – There’s – There is a –

3. love me on purpose December is freezing.

2. where we lay our scene Neil would like to say he’s a pretty decent fellow. 

1. cleaving Will wants to say he hates Hawkins. 

tagging @byeler @parkitaco @light-lanterne @miwism @boycattj @itsromeowrites @willelfanpage @elekinetic @andiwriteordie @etchedstars (with no intended obligation) :)

[rmngers]

understand

by keshi

She's waking up from a nap, raising her head from a couch that's too soft to be hers, she notes. She's in an unfamiliar house, but it seems... warm, soft, definitely lived in, the kind of aura that brings to mind wood coloured like her shed back in Ohio, before everything happened; chocolate chip cookies and milk, a hazy, golden-tinted filter like a lullaby cast over it. It's ornamented by things like a piano left open, the page of a score on it lazily flipping as the wind wafts through the house, and there's a shopping list written in loopy, classic handwriting left on the table. It knocks the breath out of her, seeing all these things that seem so achingly ordinary, that it feels like she's slipped into a fever dream, one she'll wake up from any moment. 

She turns, and her heart stills so abruptly it scares her, because Steve's on the other side of the couch, his steady presence one she didn't detect- how could she have- ? She'd be dead by now, if it were anyone else, hell, if he'd had other motives.

But those thoughts dissolve away into the back of her mind as they lock eyes, because, who is she kidding, it's Steve, and in this moment, he looks so... serene, that little twinkle in his eye. Like he'd been waiting for her to see it, the hazy glow of a lamp resting on his cheek.

That's all it takes. 

There it is again, flooding her chest, again, all warmth and mush and something else that makes her heart hum with satisfaction-- and it's the first time in years, illogical, catastrophic, feeling it before she can even put it into words. 

He smiles, like he knows. 

He always does. 

It's the sort of thing she's never had to communicate to him, because somehow one look at her and he just understands. Pretty laughable, what with all her steel walls and barbed wires, when she just feels like a glass onion whenever it happens. It's probably one of the things she loves the most about him.

Loves about him.

Loves.

She blinks slowly, and it's like a million scenarios flash through the house where they're seated, snatches of toothy grins, a hand brushing away the wetness on her cheek, which should be the first indication it's not real, but she can't stop them coming-- her throwing her head back and laughing as he chases her under some trees, the sun slidding between the leaves dancing on her feet as she runs; little girls scattering flowers on the floor as she walks down the aisle, and he's grinning all the way down the other side; lips locking with his as he grabs her, chuckling, and she almost hears the roar of faceless friends and family in the church pews; holding onto a key together, sweaty fingers hastily unlocking a door and bursting through it when it opens, laughing at the space, the empty floor only boosting her spirits as she starts thinking about furniture; on a street faintly lit by the dingy lampposts that flicker like they're about to fizzle out, and he's got her right hand in his, her other hand over her tummy-- it's subtle, but she's starting to show.

She swallows. 

It's weird, the little spark in her chest. Usually it's an ache, one that grows as her eyes fall and she lets the thoughts wither. 

Maybe there's something about this place, because the scenes are staying in her head, her chest, swirling around as she blinks. Savouring them as she turns them round and round and round.

It's stupid. It feels like hope.

Suddenly, Steve shakes his head, a little wake-up call, and Natasha snaps out of it too, only just realising her right arm's heavier than normal, bandaged and wrapped. Details of the battle flood back, and the last thing she remembers was the enhanced twin running as she turned, red wisps floating from her fingers. 

"We're laying low here. I hope your arm's okay, I tried my best, but clearly, I'm no Dr Cho," he says, eyeing your bandage and grimacing slightly. 

Natasha swallows, dry lips parting. "Where are we?" She asks.

"Oh, I..." He rubs the nape of his neck. "My apartment. It was the closest, so..." He shakes his head as he looks around. "It's a mess, nothing much, but... it's home." 

"It's nice."

[b1mbodoll]

i’ve talked about tame toys (dildos, plugs, straps, collars / leashes) but what if i said anal hooks… is that too much? pls lmk in asks… btw im gna queue this for when i’ll probably be asleep bcs im shy

[hibiscera]

Work Mode Fluff vs Casual Mode Fluff

[cerealmonster15]

ummmm uhhhh. florid? jamiazu?? applejuice?!?!?!?!?!?!?

sillies. bye !!!!!!!!!

[wizardfvcker]

wish there was a good way to email your tutor like "i know this dissertation draft im about to send you is absolute garbage but i just can't do it anymore. nothing personal though"

[krynutsreal]

some insta requests and other thing s👍

^me when I found out that the Sean Chiplock was at a con that I could've gone to but couldn't bc I got busy.