#can you put that on the back burner

[chuuphic]

why would ppl ship izutsumi and laois….shes a little baby kitty girl she’s a little kitty shes a girl

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

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yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[bonefall]

mistystar n who

I think fratboy Podlight who sends his powerful grandmother stupid texts is a VERY funny concept.

"My dad didn't love me because he could never move on from the lover he had in his 20s. My sister is up to no good. I party hard at Aftergatherings about it, are you rockin' with me?"

He is 38 cat-years-old.

[pkmoth]

having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself

[sysig]

Challenge level: Impossible (Patreon)

[1010lilfoot]

“Turn on the TV! Let's watch STAR GIRL!”

It's here.

[anannoyanceofjackofsmiles]

Me @ myself: Hoe don't do it

Me @ myself: OH my gods

[shae-pine]

I keep making more somebody help(but like if you wanted to ask questions about them that’s cool too)

[kaleidoscope-ize]

love having to run a whole goddamn press tour just to make sure I don’t lose any friends over one person intentionally using their influence to lie about me

[madegeeky]

Just realized that I lost track of time and didn't have a birthday present for N. Some emergency Etsy searching netted me this cute pattern based in That Moment from Our Flag Means Death. I about died when I saw it, it's so perfect.

So, let's see how fast I can get this stitched as his bday is Fri and I leave Sun for my Mom's.

(Pattern is by Nevelpanter. You can see the final, full color version by clicking on the link. Note: I would say this is for intermediate level stitchers. Though it does use some of the simpler stitches, there's very little instruction and there's some stuff you're going to just have to eyeball.)

[computer-boy]

Stop shipping quality man Dazai Osamu with irrelevant flop side characters who absolutely do not deserve his greatness and beauty

@sad-emo-dip-dye @justsomewill @stlangels @noxious-amillion @sleepy-kitty-boy @b4ckr00ms-k4ndl3z @gempuff11 @kyoukamybeloved @hmmmmmhmhmh @friedoafauthoreclipse @jkookieflowers @astraltrain @kr0issant @daz4i @pricel0ss @babygirlchuuya @2383-lines-of-code

holy shit theyre still here ahfdhjsafsjhgjhsfsdfugsdf??

[incendiorum-arch]

woke up feeling salty

[fuckyourtriangles]

And what am I, a mentally ill, physically disabled person supposed to do about that?

[hellsbellssinclub]

When all you want to do is write fanfiction and you have to go to work because you are an adult and need to pay bills

[gothsuguru]

It's me again ♡♡♡ your resident fangirl

I really appreciate you offering to add something in for me, but I believe whatever you write will be amazing :333

I love u and ur writing sm ♡♡♡

HELLO FELLOW RESIDENT SUGURU FANGIRL <333 HEHEHEHE i hope you know you genuinely made my whole day and that ask from you really is gearing me up to outline/actually write it! 🩷 idk when it’ll come out but i’ll try and make it as decent as possible to the best of my abilities <333

AND OMG ARE YOU SURE??? if there’s anything at all (no detail is too small!) please do let me know :D lil tidbits/mannerisms/food/flowers/dialogue etc… anything at all please do let me know if you want to! :D

also omg i wanted to ask you!!!!! would you want some suggestiveness in the fic? probz not full blown smut jdjdjdjd but like… heavy petting ig is the way i’d put it? 😭

AND THANK YOUUUUUUU I’M SNIFFLING this is really building up my confidence i appreciate you sm <333 i hope when it comes out (hopefully somewhat soon LMFAO) that you enjoy it! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TOO I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER MWAH! 🩷🥰

[shotmrmiller]

military issued wife but you didn't know that using the "dating app" your friend brought up once in idle talk would end with you in an office with a (signed) marriage license on the desk, actively not looking at your 'husband', the burly lummox with a skull mask who's dwarfing the chair he can barely fit in.

you'd thought it'd be like tinder. a potential dating site. as in messaging on the app, getting to know each other, exchanging personal numbers before going on a date. not marriage. not opening your front door expecting it to be your door dasher and instead it's him with a rucksack in one hand and duffel in the other.

he'd looked down his thick nose at you, grunted a quiet, "not bad", and pushed past as if you were a swinging door to a saloon. what the fuck had he been doing there? you'd only spoken a couple of times with him and left on read for the some of it. you'd chosen to move on, try to match with someone else but the app had stopped working (you couldn't swipe right or left anymore) so you'd just put it on the back burner. you had better things to worry about than another disappointment of a man then.

except now said disappointment of a overly large man is taking up most of the couch and his legs aren't even all that far apart. and he's at your house. the house you'd never sent him the address to. as a matter of fact, you'd received a text from an unknown number earlier that had said someone would be home in a few. you'd ignored it thinking it was a wrong number situation but now you're sure it was him. how he got your phone number is also a mystery.

you'd tried to argue. to threaten him with the cops. to get him out and away, far fucking away, but he'd only scooped you up and let you pelt his broad back with your fists. chuckled low in his throat while he smacked your arse to keep still. "i'd hate to drop m'wife."

whatever fight you had he ate right out of you with the heels of your feet digging into the large curve of his shoulders and his hands curled around the back of your thighs. maybe it's because it'd been a while but he'd played your body like an instrument and had you bucking your hips against his tongue, slick coating his face in minutes. (your cheeks burn furiously hot when you think back on what he'd said then. "tight little thing 'nd you've only taken my two fingers." it's flattering, sue you.)

he'd lapped at your sodden cunt until you had overstimulation clumping your lashes together, inner thighs tender from the bristles of his shorn hair and unshaven jaw, your palm on the crown of his head having both pulled him to you and pushed him away.

and then he'd wiped your release with the back of his hand, thumbed the swollen flesh of your bottom lip and rumbled that it's time for bed.

which eventually led to you being here. in front of a man he calls Price, a marriage certificate unlike any you've ever glanced upon, a large gloved hand curled snugly around your leg, fingers grazing a little too close to where he'd left aching and swollen just yesterday.

you're reading the terms and conditions of anything from here on forward. even the fine print.

and then soap comes around and plants a seed in his head of him planting a seed in you :/ at least you can tell your nosy ass aunt that at least you've got a man while she's on her 4th divorce on thanksgiving 💅🏼