#dont know if wuality is good

[garmaballs]

bruh they made me into a lego

[askfelix-neverland]

Honestly, i dont even know my love languages...

Maybe wuality time and gift giving/receiving.

I love seeing people open gifts i make and seeing their reaction to it but i also like spending time with friends and playing games with them

Those are good ones.

[kilersarequiet]

some Vol. 3 Clowns for @thirteen-doll-parts 🖤 sorry about the ugly watermarks, I hope this helps though!!

[naturalbornloserrr]

FUCK IM SAYING THIS AND THEN LEAVING

[sweetfloatapartment]

sorry i was creeping ur tags and saw kowloon's hotel....... teniwoha songs covered by miyashita yuu make my brain explode but in like a good way. pls tell me you've heard them !!!! his voice makes me Insane /pos

OH PLS DONT APOLOGISE FOR READING MY TAGS LOL!!! they are there to be read LMAO i always like knowing my monologues are heard.... and no, i havent until your suggestion! he's pretty good, i like how expressive he is.

actually - speaking of teniwoha covers, have you heard kyounosuke's cover of villain? he's a really awesome singer, who was the voice provider for nekomura iroha - and he's a trans guy! he has a really good range and i love the wuality of his voice, i always get excited to hear other trans men sing. here's a link >:] let me know what ya think!

[kinkyshoptea]

Because for small niche companies getting your company out there is hard and having promoters helps to do this. Promoters can vouch for your product, preach about the wuality and customer service, and also give peopke incentive to buy with discounts. Why do you think when they reach the size of shops like ODU they get rid of them? Because at that point there is no need to have them. They have a huge amount of loyal customers that they know will keep them afloat and want to post in their products for the chance of being shown on the shop Instagram for exposure (if they dont just post their models). The point is for small kink businesses that cant do marketing in the way other mainstream businesses do, its how they get the word out. And if youve ever been a promoter, posting consistent, good content is time consuming and requires a lot of effort and planning so it is mutually beneficial.

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[obsessioninc]

Dab and Evan with 18!!!

Thanks so much for the request! It's been so long since I watched DnP play the sims that I'd forgotten how much I loved these boys, but I went back and rewatched some for research purposes and they are so beautiful and I miss them ;-;

Anyway, sorry that I didn't really get to much of the shippy content in this bad boy. With how long it's been since I watched the series I was just trying to come up with a plot. I definitely have ideas on how I could continue it as a longer story that covers their whole camping trip, confession, first kiss... everything, but I dont know that I have the motivation lol. But yeah! Here ya go!

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Dab knew he had always been something of a wild card. From the first day of kindergarten when a little girl pointed out his wild curls, from the first day he met Evan Pancakes and his energy scared the poor boy into hiding behind his mother's leg, hell, from the first day he was born into the Howlter family. Nobody had to tell him he was different for him to know. That didnt stop them from telling him anyway.

He never really minded, though. He had never been without friends, and that was what mattered, right? He was true to himself and had people who cared about him. What was so wrong about being different, anyway?

You know, as long as he don't decide to take an impulsive camping trip to the middle of an uncharted jungle wilderness with his lifelong best friend/crush over a long weekend.

Which was exactly what Dab had in mind that evening.

The idea struck him the way genius does: at 4 am over a PB&J. In a matter of seconds the text was sent, and the plan was conveyed. Evan, of course, was asleep and unable to bask in the brilliance of Dab's bleary-eyed, sleep-deprived lunacy. After a few moments and the rest of his sandwich, Dab returned to his bed and fell asleep, immediately forgetting that he had just offered to take Evan on an "amazing adventure in Selvadorada."

A light buzzing woke Dab up early the next morning. His phone screen lit up with a notification - a text. Typical Evan, up at the crack of dawn.

"This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in!"

"Plan?" Dab sleepily croaked to himself. "Wha-"

His eyes drifted slowly upward to the previous messages. Or, actually message. Filling up the rest of the screen was a massive wall of typo-ridden text that Dab had no recollection of thinking, let alone typing. But it had definitely been sent from his phone at precisely 4:23 a.m. that morning. And it was all about how the two of them could "soend some wuality time together, I can shiw off my rockin musclss and we can fight kff giant bugs together. Ya knkw I read an article about how they have mosquitos thst get up to 6 inches long. Id figt em off for you... Id fight off a 10 pound mosquito..."

Looking back at it, even Dab himself knew it was crazy. And yet, Evan had agreed. That was something he loved about Evan. No matter how timid and introspective he was, he always took Dab's schemes seriously. There was never any "Haha that's insane, you'll never go through with it." It was always either "I don't think that's a good idea and here's why" or "How can I help?"

Dab sat there in bed a while longer, rereading the messages and attempting to process what they meant. When everything finally clicked into place, he ran to his parents' room and nearly broke down the door trying to wake them up. The original text had said that he would book a campsite as soon as he heard back.

It took a little more than an impulsively slapped-together plan to convince Dil and Tabitha to let their oldest son go traipsing about the jungle without an adult, but after a little prodding and pleading and no small amount of puppy dog eyes, they broke down. Evan was a responsible young man, after all. And they were Howlters, impulsivity and getting into trouble ran in their blood. Why not let the kid have a little adventure?

The site was booked in less than a minute, and Dab shot off another text.

"Meet me outside in fifteen with your stuff. We've got a bus to catch."