#i probably will list him on etsy

[mythicalthing]

i finished blupee 🤭

@singlethread look at him 🥹

[emptymasks]

Uh oh new fandom activated! Elden Ring (and Shadow of the Erdtree) stickers, badges and keychains are done and up on Etsy! I'm really happy with how these little guys turned out.

I just wanted to draw Messmer and then maybe a couple others and then all of this happened. Come find me fellow people who want to comfort Messmer and give him a little kiss!

Offering keychains is scary. I make the badges and stickers myself, but the keychains I have to commit to ordering from a manufacturer and have to order a set amount and hope I sell enough. This is probably going to be my last time risking selling keychains due to the loss of money if I only sell a couple. So I hope these do well! Reblogging and sharing always helps so much, if you can't or don't want to purchase, just getting the listings in front of more eyes is super helpful towards possibly getting sales.

I can’t link to my Etsy without risking Tumblr hiding the post from tag search results, but the link is in my pinned post, my carrd, I’m emptymasks on Etsy. Reblogs help support artists more than likes ❤️

[ID: Individual pixel art chibi drawings of 11 characters from the video game 'Elden Ring' and it's new DLC 'Shadow of the Erdtree' that are available as stickers. These drawings are also available as badges where they are placed inside circles to show what they will look like as physical button badges, some of them with plain colour backgrounds and some with 1-3 different pride flags as examples of how you can customise the backgrounds. 5 of the designs are also available as keychains.]

[sagaduwyrm]

On the Grounds Where We Feel Safe

When Tim gets a letter claiming to hold his soulmate, who he's never met, hostage, he's skeptical. It turns out pretty great though. Now if he can just make sure not to make a fool of himself.

We have your soulmate , the letter claimed. It seemed ludicrous. Tim hadn’t even met his soulmate yet, and it wasn’t like Red Robin’s mark had ever been exposed. There was no way some D-list villain could have found whoever it was. Really, he should only be going to this for the chance to catch the annoying asshole.

It just seemed like a weird lie, was the thing. If they just wanted to lure him out, there had to be more believable options. Claiming to have captured one of the other members of Young Justice or another bat would have made the most sense. His teammates went no-contact for various reasons all the time, so it’s not like he could double-check.

But no. They had his soulmate, apparently. It just seemed inane.

They were more competent than expected. Tim snuck into the facility with the ease of long practice, but they must have had magic wards because he tripped some kind of alarm barely a few minutes in. He would have noticed a technological system, but his abilities with magic were more limited, like most bats. In the immortal words of Jason Todd, ‘Just set it on fire and call Zatanna if that doesn’t work.’

Tim was eighty percent sure Jason was the only bat with any real degree of familiarity with magic, but that was neither here nor there. It just made the advice more accurate.

It was kicking his ass now though. Usually he’d be doing this with a team, hopefully with at least one person who could have noticed wards, but he had drastically underestimated the size and threat of this operation.

Generic security guards dragged him through the halls, and he did his best to memorize the layout. He’d taken out the first few thugs, but frankly, he was only human, and he needed to save his energy for something more useful. In the meantime, he pressed the only emergency beacon he had that would eventually worm through the wards to call his family and examined the halls they were dragging him through. The atrocious minimalism and poor layout design were making it irritatingly difficult to keep them straight in his head.

There were four villains in the room he was brought to, three more than he was expecting. One wore a thick cloak she’d probably bought off Etsy and a cheap Eye of Horus necklace, and Tim instantly pegged her as responsible for his magic problems.

“Woooow. You assholes know how to make a Robin feel loved. What’s the occasion? Is it Christmas? You shouldn’t have.” Tim bared his teeth in a smile that had his guards leaning away from him. If he could just get them talking, this would be a lot easier.

One, the leader, threw back her head and cackled. “What’s the occasion? What’s the occasion? Didn’t you read our note? Meeting your soulmate is the chance of a lifetime! We're doing you a favor, don’t you think?” She grinned down at him. He tilted his head, bird-like.

“You know, I’m pretty sure I could swing a better meeting than this. Get some candles, jazz up the place a little bit. Your interior decorating is kind of shit.” Tim channeled the robin spirit of his predecessors and took a shot at annoying them. Instead, the woman’s demented grin grew wider.

“But your blood will look so pretty on the floors! Do you think we’ll kill him or you first? I can’t decide!” Her teeth had red in them, Tim noticed. She turned to the guards at the door. “Bring him in!”

Fuck. So they did have a hostage. Probably some poor civilian who’d got dragged into these assholes' lark and was going to need years of therapy after this. Fuck his life.

A few tense minutes later the guards walked back in carrying a black teenager maybe a little taller than Tim between them. He was struggling, doing his level best to kick at their ankles and jab at their kidneys, but the mercs didn’t even shift. Tim was grateful the hostage was a fighter at least, that could make it easier to evacuate him.

The lead villain strolled over to the civilian. Honestly, Tim wasn’t sure why the rest were here. They practically faded into the walls. She seized the boy’s chin and he tried to spit at her. She laughed. “Our little witch spent months divining for this! Ready?” She cackled and dragged his face over to meet Tim’s eyes. They both froze.

His eyes were green, Tim noticed, and lined thickly in black, like kohl. They dug into Tim's chest like his heart was moving to make room for another, two hearts beating as one. Everything felt more vibrant and alive. Tim couldn’t breathe.

The leader was still laughing, he noticed distantly. She had slumped back against the wall to keep from falling over, and her entire body shook with contortions. Her eyes were bright with bloodlust.

Tim was fucked. He was so completely fucked. Not only because this guy was stupid pretty and he could practically feel his higher brain functions turning off, leaving him a steaming pile of bisexual goo, but because his soulmate was barely five feet from a villain who practically dripped insanity, and he still had thirty seconds to go before he got his hands untied. Absolutely, completely, and totally fucked.

The other boy had stilled when their eyes met, but he tensed again as one of the other villains stalked towards him.

“I knew it,” the man snarled. “I knew it. I wonder, if I hurt you, will Red Robin bleed?”

The boy's eyes widened before hardening. Tim desperately hoped he didn’t do anything stupid. His call signal still needed more time to get through to his family. 

“Don’t damage him just yet!” the leader called out. “Start with his fingers and toes, we want this to last .” Her grin was alarmingly demented.

The other boy finally had enough. “Yeah, let’s not.” He kicked out at the ankle of the guard holding onto him, causing the man to release him. At the same time, Tim made his move. Fuck, civilians with no sense of self-preservation were the bane of any vigilante, but it being his soulmate was somehow worse. If he could just get over there in time—

A rush of sand curled up around the boy, as if from nowhere, and launched the villain near him into a wall. His eyes glowed golden, and his stance indicated some training. Not a civilian, then. 

Tim kept moving. He dumped half a dozen taser bugs on anyone in reach, leaving them keeled over on the ground, and darted forward. The guards had left the door open when they brought the other boy in. Tim grabbed him and launched out the door, practically carrying him, while the boy did something over his shoulder to hold off pursuers. The way out was blocked, but the facility was huge. They eventually managed to lose the villains, tucked up in some kind of meat locker. They curled up against the walls, catching their breath.

“You know, this was not how I expected our first meeting to go,” the other boy said.

Tim laughed, “I’ll be honest, with my luck this isn’t really a surprise.” The other boy snorted. He was beautiful when he laughed. It was an ugly sort of giggle, the kind the media would mock a person for, the kind his parents trained out of him as their heir, but it lit up his face in a way that made Tim stare. He belatedly remembered to introduce himself. “Red Robin.���

“From Gotham, right? Call me Pharaoh.”

Tim squinted at him. He was putting on a good show of confidence, but there was a tenseness to his body that couldn’t be hidden, and some of the summoned sand floating near him was curling into tight knots. “Haven’t heard that code name before. You new?”

Pharaoh waved his hand in a so-so gesture. “It’s mostly just that I stick to my hometown. We’re tiny, so we stay off the radar. And I usually manage to stay out of the news anyway.”

Tim nodded, but his eyes sharpened. Deliberately keeping out of the news wasn’t exactly a red flag, but it usually indicated something about the person in question. If you had a code name that you were clearly used to, but didn’t use for the public… There weren’t exactly any conclusions he could draw yet, but he tucked the knowledge away into the back of his brain anyway. “Do you have anyone you can call?” he asked.

The boy grimaced. “Not really. Two are out of the country, one doesn’t carry a phone, and the other is the only person back home right now and I can’t ask her to leave.”

Reasonable. The bats refuse to leave Gotham without at least one of them too. “I sent out a call, but it’s going to take a bit for it to get past the wards.”

“Can I see? I might be able to speed it up.”

Tim handed over his beacon. “You’re a magic user?” He was guessing sand-manipulating meta, but magic made sense too.

“Uh-huh. I’m not the greatest with wards, but I am a dab hand at tech,” Pharaoh said while prying open the beacon. As he held it, golden light crept from his hands into the wires, forming shapes that looked like some of the hieroglyphics his parents used to obsess over. Tim was vaguely surprised. Constantine had once mentioned that there were only a few people in the world who could do any kind of technomagic. Even the magic on his gear was secondary to the tech rather than embedded in it.

Tim got up and started looking around the room as Pharaoh worked. They couldn’t stay here for long. He moved some furniture around to block the door. It should collapse on the head of anyone who tried to get in. He shifted one of the ceiling tiles around and found there was a good amount of space between the floors. Perfect.

Pharaoh shouted in delight and Tim turned to see the connection light on the beacon turn on. Assuming there wasn’t some kind of emergency, they should have backup reasonably soon. The other boy was still grinning, “Dude, I think I’m in love with your tech. This is amazing.”

“If you like that you should see the batcomputer.”

“Can I? I do most of my stuff on a PDA I retrofitted, this is so much better it’s not even funny.”

“A PDA?” Tim blinked in confusion. How would you even—? He shook his head and gestured at the ceiling. “We need to get moving. They’ll have an easier time finding us if we stay here.”

Pharaoh nodded, still smiling from his apparent enjoyment of working with basic tech with little to no computational abilities. He clambered his way up with apparent experience. Tim wondered what kind of problems his hometown had that they needed a magic user who could do parkour.

Where Pharaoh needed a lift Tim scampered up. The sorcerer whistled quietly. “What kind of training do you even have?”

“Assasination, mostly,” Tim said as he started leading the way through the crawl space, carefully showing Pharaoh where to put his feet to make the least amount of noise.

“I thought bats didn’t kill?”

“Knowing how to kill is actually more useful in not killing people than not knowing how to kill, believe it or not.” Lady Shiva hated that.

“Huh. That sounds useful. I have to use specific spells when I want to just knock someone out, and I’m not as good at them so it’s a bit of a pain.”

“You like magic?” Data gathering, data gathering, if he was asking questions he wasn’t thinking about how nice Pharaoh’s voice was or how pretty his eyes were.

“Yeah. It’s like a puzzle, you know? There’s a lot of similarities to coding if you had to argue with the computer the whole time.”

Tim snorted.

They stilled at the sound of someone passing under them, and when they were gone Tim turned around for a second. “Hey, what do you think about picking some of these guys off?” He’d originally planned to keep them out of the fight until backup arrived, but he was getting the impression more and more that Pharaoh was competent enough to keep up for a bit.

Pharaoh grinned, and it was a sharp, unkind thing. For a moment he looked as regal as a king about to declare war, and Tim wondered if there was more to the code name than he had assumed. “I thought you’d never ask.”

+++

“Where are they?!” the leader of the villains roared. “The facility is completely locked down, they couldn’t have gotten far!”

The guards winced and opened their mouths to explain when the door slammed open and one of the other villains ran in. He was bleeding, with weeping sores up and down his arms and crush damage on his fingers. “They’re picking off the guards!”

“What? What the fuck happened to you?” The leader screamed. The witch villain, who had been melting into the wall, ran over to attempt healing magic. The others barely noticed her.

“Three-quarters of our men are unconscious, and won’t wake up. And that little ‘civilian’ soulmate tried to crush me with sand!”

The witch spoke quietly. “He must have cursed you too. This isn’t healing.” The villain looked down at his wounded arms and screamed. Golden hieroglyphs climbed their way out of the blood and up his arm, and he felt his body go numb. Within thirty seconds he had keeled over unconscious except for the occasional scream, like he was struggling with nightmares wherever his mind had gone.

“No no no no no! This was supposed to be it! Our big break! You!” The leader turned to the witch. “You said he was a civilian! This was supposed to be easy!”

Out of nowhere the ceiling above them crumbled and down came several bats and members of Young Justice. When they finally got the beacon it took them almost an hour to get to the location, leaving them tense and ready to take it out on Tim's captors.

“I hope we aren’t interrupting anything!”

The door banged open again as they finished mopping up the remaining villains and mercenaries. Red Robin and a boy in civilian clothes tumbled through the door.

“Hey! You’re late!” Tim yelled.

Robin hissed at his older brother. “You needed help to save a single civilian then?”

Tim grinned an unholy grin. “Oh, right. This is Pharaoh. He’s my soulmate.”

The room burst into yelling.

[starryeyedjanai]

words that are hard to swallow

rated: teen | @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: christmas tags: modern au, christmas gifts, birthday gifts, accidental come ons read on ao3

Steve doesn't know what to get for Eddie for Christmas so he finds an Etsy shop that does custom candles where you can choose the scent and the message on the candle.

Steve puts in the order note that he’s getting this for someone that probably likes woodsy scents and that the message can be the seller’s choice.

He doesn't look at it before wrapping it because it gets to him a day late in the mail, on Christmas Eve when everyone is exchanging gifts, and he barely has time to wrap it before he leaves to meet everyone for dinner.

Everyone exchanges gifts around the tree after dinner and Eddie pauses for a really long moment when he gets to Steve's gift and it makes him nervous.

Does he not like the scent? A candle seemed like a generic gift that anyone would like, but maybe Eddie is particular about his scents.

A minute passes and then Eddie leans over to say, “We should probably talk later,” before putting the candle back in its box.

Steve follows Eddie to his place after dinner, wondering the entire time if he somehow mortally offended him and when they get inside, he asks, “Did you not like it?”

Eddie says, “I mean, it was a weird time to give that to me, don't you think?”

Steve is confused. A weird time to give him a candle?

Eddie sees his confusion and says, “You have no idea what it says, do you?”

Steve shakes his head. “I told the Etsy shop to surprise me.”

Eddie laughs. “Oh, you’ll be surprised alright.”

He takes the candle out of the box and turns it around.

It reads Light me when you want a BJ.

Steve is obviously mortified.

When he goes back to it later, the Etsy listing was apparently for “Candles for Him, Husband, Boyfriend, 18+ Messages.” He thought it meant there were over 18 messages to choose from.

He sighs and vows to pay closer attention to the listing next time.

—

The next time he needs a gift for Eddie is his birthday and he really does mean to pick his gift up earlier because he’s known for a while what he wanted to get him. But he lost track of time and then suddenly Eddie’s sending him a reminder about his birthday dinner and Steve still hasn't gotten the gift.

He heads to Target hoping and praying the Lego set Eddie mentioned a few months ago is in stock.

He finds it, luckily, and heads to the card aisle, but he’s pressed for time, so he just grabs one in the birthday section and hopes the message doesn't have anything age specific in it.

The cashier rings him up and places the card face down on the envelope, asking if he wants it in the bag.

He says no and asks if she has a pen because he doesn't have one in his car.

He grabs the pen from her and writes Hope you have a great birthday! on the inside, shoving it into the envelope and into the bag before taking his credit card out of the reader.

He rushes out of the store and is only a few minutes late to dinner.

He tells Eddie he’ll give him his gift at his apartment since he forgot to get a gift bag, so he meets Eddie at his apartment afterwards and brings the Target bag inside.

Eddie is appropriately surprised and happy, wrapping Steve up in a hug when he sees what’s inside the bag.

“You wanna help me put this together?” Eddie asks, and Steve says yes because that’s also part of why he wanted to give it to Eddie here.

They start putting together the set, the Bomber Starfighter, and it takes hours to get even halfway through, so they call it a night and agree to finish it tomorrow.

When Steve shows up a few hours before his shift the next day to finish it, Eddie opens the door with an envelope in his hand—his card must have fallen to the bottom of the bag when they took the Lego set out.

“So I don't know if this was a ‘haha remember the weird candle I accidentally bought’ thing or a come on, but I nearly choked on my coffee this morning when I found this,” Eddie says, letting Steve inside.

“Oh fuck, what does it say?” Steve asks, cringing.

Eddie turns and looks at him. “No fucking way this was an accident. I’d buy that it was a gag card, but there’s no way you picked this up by accident.”

“I was running late and didn't have time to read through the cards in Target. I just went with one that looked plain and simple,” he says.

Eddie hands him the card.

On the front, it says I LOVE YOU FOR YOUR PERSONALITY, BUT THAT D*CK IS A REALLY NICE BONUS.

“Jesus christ,” Steve says. “Why did Target even have this card?”

Eddie snorts. “Either the universe is trying to tell us something or you have supremely bad luck, my friend.”

Steve looks at him and hesitantly says, “Maybe it’s both?”

Eddie looks taken aback. “Yeah?” he asks with a shy smile.

Steve runs a hand through his hair. “I dunno. I was… thinking about it after the last time, with the candle.”

“Thinking about…?” Eddie trails off, looking at Steve's lips, his eyes going dark.

Steve nods, biting his lip.

Eddie takes a step closer and says, “I don't know if you realized, but I lit that candle last night before you got here. It was burning while we were building the Lego set.”

Steve's breath comes a little bit quicker. “I didn't notice that, no.”

“Do you want me to light it again?” Eddie whispers and Steve doesn't even have to think about it before he nods.

They don't end up getting around to building the rest of the Lego set that day.

[miraitrunks]

okay, so… here it is: a larger post of most of the treasure planet merch i’ve received but haven’t shared here. this stuff gets more and more niche/rare the further you scroll, so check it all out! let’s start from the top:

first up— we’ve got my complete collection of all the loungefly products. each one has jim on it so it was a must <3 personally the first release (middle) is my favorite but i think the pink backpack is prettier

second up— my 20th anniversary pin as well as my cursed concepts pin. such lovely grabs <3 then we have the pin i bought off the artist Dean Grayson from his “Heroic Rides” series on etsy. it’s fricken huge!

third— probably one of my favorites, my hallmark treasure planet cups. i got these off ebay and i have absolutely no idea what year they’re from. aren’t they so cool?! i got so many and they’re brand new. the print of jim on the cup is just top tier. “honey, we’ve got guests. bring out the fine china!” 10/10.

number four— my jim & silver keychain toys. these are olddd! if you know me though, you know i don’t keep stuff in the packages. silver could stay, but jim definitely had to come out. he zooms forward like a toy car when you pull him back and then let him go!

item number five— treasure planet for the playstation 2. i’m especially fond of this one considering the ps2 was my first ever gaming console that i owned myself. so many fun memories!

number six— my japanese art promo book featuring some of the japanese voice casting! as an anime fan, collecting japanese promotional material for american media is something that i’ve always wanted to do. i haven’t gotten my hands on a japanese movie poster yet, but it’s on my list for sure. this is a pretty close runner up though! i love all the pngs used for this booklet! (sorry for my weird hand placement in some of these, as the pages folded out and it was hard to photograph with one hand)

number seven— last one for now! i think i saved the best for last personally, but this is my disney adventures collector’s edition magazine for treasure planet back from 2002, the movie’s release year. let me tell you, this thing is such a throwback from the events of the year to the ads that come in the thing.

…AND THERE’S A WHOLE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE COMIC IN HERE?! i had no idea! it was like striking gold! this is also one of my favorites of all the things i own. can we get a load of how cute he looks on the cover? he almost looks like he’s aware he’s posing for a magazine cover. so adorable!

…wow, that’s all from me for now! while it’s definitely not all i own, this is just some of the newer stuff i’ve gotten since i’ve been away and/or some of the stuff i think is cooler. did you recognize any of this stuff? find anything new? lemme know!

[weirdmorefics]

Hiya, could you do a Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley (if that's alright with you) where it's the end of season 2 and the reader is arguing with Aziraphale because he's leaving and Crowley is just standing behind them still trying to comprehend what's happening, but because the reader is a demon they have never cried not once in their life so they start breaking down (ugly crying) and it pisses of Crowley seeing reader cry like that, hope this request is alright can change it it you want to x

A/n- Oh my goodness love this request I am a sucker for angst

AO3, Etsy Shop, Youtube,

TW- Major sadness

Reader's Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 978

Nothing Lasts Forever

Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Y/n anxiously plays with their hands waiting for Aziraphale to return, "Do you think he's safe with Metatron?"

"I am sure he will be fine. As much as we love to save our dear angel and mock him mercilessly, he's been protecting himself for eons," Crowley replies confidently.

Despite Crowley's confident words his face does not appear to match. He places Y/n's hands in his own and does not speak a word about it.

After sitting in silence for a long time, just the two of them ruminating on their own thoughts, a bell rings. Y/n stands up speedily and Crowley is quick to follow. Y/n moves closer to Aziraphale to check if any harm has been done but he has the widest grin on his face so the pair doubt he is injured.

"What did he want," Y/n asks fearing the answer.

"With Micheal being gone... there is a space. He wants me to be an archangel," Aziraphale beams with shock and joy.

Y/n is frozen in shock and Crowley steps closer, "He said what?"

"He said I could appoint you both to be angels! Come back to heaven and-and everything!" He uncharacteristically stutters due to the pure amount of joy. "Like old times probably even nicer!"

Y/n clenches their fist and gulps loudly even though they don't technically need to as a celestial being it just seemed like the situation desperately called for it.

Crowley went straight to anger, "And you told him where he can stick it? Oh, we're better than that! You're better than that, Angel! You don't need them! Y/n and I certainly don't need them! They ask Y/n and I back to Hell! We said no! I am certainly not going back to their team! Neither should you!"

"You two obviously said not to Hell, they're the bad guys," Aziraphale states surely. "Heaven is the side of truth, light, of good," he lists confused as to what Crowley is not getting.

If I could throw up I think I would. If Hell loves punishment so much you think they would make vomiting a must because it looks really painful when humans do it. Again maybe they wouldn't do that because vomiting is a way of cleansing your stomach and they are very against that.

"When Heaven ends all life on earth all humanity will be just as dead as if Hell did it," Crowley states. "Tell me you said no," Crowley says each word as if it were the end of a sentence.

Aziraphale does not respond and I am finally able to push words out of my mouth, "You did say no Azirapahle... right?"

"If I am in charge I can make a difference," he looks into Y/n's eyes with pity.

Y/n eyes have an unfamiliar feeling, they feel wet and sting.

Crowley starts to pace, "Oh god, oh, I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I better say it now. Right okay. We are a team a group of us, we have known each other a long time, we all rely on each other. I would like us to- I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it. Go off with each other, then we three can! Just the three of us! We don't need Heaven we don't need Hell. They are toxic! We need be away from them and just be us," he looks between the two of us.

The unfamiliar feeling in y/n's eyes spreads leaving a trail of wetness down their cheek. The wetness keeps spreading they can feel several different lines of water down my face.

Aziraphale runs up to Crowley, "Come with me to Heaven I'll run it the best and you will be my second in command! We can make a difference!"

Y/n bites her lip harshly, " What about the bookshop? What about humanity? The new food inventions you will miss out on? What about our life here!"

The two look at Y/n oddly and the new feeling in them makes them clench their eyes tight and gasp. Y/n wipes their hand across their face and looks down at the wetness in their hands. The wetness won't stop streaming down my face. This isn't right. I shouldn't be able to cry. I shouldn't feel this deeply. Nevertheless, I can't stop the water in my eyes and can't stop gasping for air that I don't even need.

Aziraphale looks at me in a way he never has before. It's the gaze humans give their offspring when they first realize the world is unfair and unjust.

"Oh Y/n, nothing lasts forever," Aziraphale says regretfully.

Y/n puts their palm to their chest and gasps, "Oh."

Crowley looks at Aziraphale with disgust, "That's how it is... good luck then."

Y/n looks up at Crowley vision blurry with newfound tears and Crowley looks back mournfully. Crowley throws his arm around Y/n's shoulder and starts to escort them out the door.

"Good luck?' Aziraphale gasps. "I don't think you know what I am offering the two of you!"

"I think the two of us know better than you do," Crowley snaps back.

Aziarphale tries to negotiate with Y/n, "Y/n, please you are supposed to be the reasonable one out of the two of you! You are no demon you are crying!"

Crowley's jaw tightens and Y/n clenches their fists harder than they have in their entire long life.

Y/n can barely gasp out, "You hear that?"

Aziraphale shakes his head rapidly, "I hear nothing!"

"Exactly, no nightingales," Y/n gasps again.

"You idiot! We could have been something! Just the three us," Crowley shouts as he leads Y/n out the door leaving a stunned and a little bit broken Aziraphale.

[selfpositiveundertale]

Got this little guy done!

No squeaker in this one because I couldn't find my squeakers when I got started.

The thicker plush yarn makes the dolls much bigger than the regular ones! Around 6 inches from his feet to the tip of his hat.

I also got this one done in much less time than I've done with the regular worsted weight yarn, possibly because this thicker yarn and the larger hook I use aren't as hard on my hands. I'm also very pleased with how he turned out, especially considering it's been quite some time since I've made one.

I'm planning to sell these for maybe $30 plus shipping in my Etsy shop when I've made several of them. The chenille yarn is more expensive for the amount I get and the bigger doll also requires more stuffing, so they'll cost more than the regular ones, which iirc were $23 plus shipping. Since this one is the first attempt in months and the first attempt with this type of yarn, I'm willing to sell at the price of the regular ones if someone really wants him. I'll make sure to put "first attempt" in the listing just to be up front about it. The next ones I make will probably be better.

When I've made enough money to spare selling these I'll invest in more colors of the chenille yarn so I can make some of my other stuff I've had on Etsy. The Spamton and No Hat Ralsei amogus, the Bendy character amogus, the Seam dolls, maybe some Pokemon amogus as well. I've also figured out how to crochet kitty ears using fur yarn and I'm planning to learn to make other types of animal ears as well and offer them to our friends in the furry community. Finding fur yarn in fun colors isn't easy (most brands only carry it in colors of actual animals like white, black, brown, grey, etc) but I can probably manage it if someone wants some blue wolf ears or something like that. The next ears I make will be a pair of bear ears for my husband, since bears are his favorite animal and he has a fursona character who is a bear. (I kid you not, a decade ago when we went on our honeymoon in the mountains, the entire time we were there he kept talking about how he wanted to find a bear and hug it 😂😂😂) I think I'll try to make some fingerless gloves to go with the ears as well.

I made chili, my timer just went off, and I'm ready to have a bowl. If anyone wants the recipe I use I can post it. It does involve cooking dry beans so I don't mind also sharing how to do that. It's not complicated or anything, just time consuming. But if you don't have the spoons to cook beans from scratch you can use canned.

I'm gonna go eat and get started on some more crochet stuff ❤️❤️❤️

[bergquistsblvd]

So I made the little spider plushy for my Etsy all fluffy!! He is a little chonkier than the normal ones but he is sooo soft!! I'm probably going to add him to the listing for a little more and the normal ones since he takes longer to make, but that will be a job for later

[cowsuponcows]

❝ I'm going down to Cowtown, the cow's a friend to me! ❞

🐮 Hi hello I'm Rory!

🐮 He/It and Cow/Ram/Maw

🐮 19 years of age

🐮 This is my personal blog where I reblog stuff, yap, and post art!

🐮 DID system, autistic, psychosis, bi trans ace poly objectum/POSIC+, selfshipper

🐮 Current interests: Object shows (Mainly ii but also bfdi, objectified, hfjone, LOTS etc), They Might Be Giants, TF2, Disco Elysium, Saw, Homestuck

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I like so so many things but here are a few :]!

Cows, unethical experiments, true crime, nuclear radiation, gothic poetry, pirate reenacting, medical history. If you talk to me about any of these I love you forever

I'm in so many fandoms but I won't put them all here. You'll probably see them through me reblogging stuff relating to them + I'll update my current interest list

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@boyfriendblogging - Selfship blog

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@no1fangraphics - graphics blog ran by Fan

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[beautifulmakkaris]

i do hope one thing that comes from the fan uproar around l&co’s cancellation is that it catches the attention of other parties. the goal is obviously to be picked up by another service or have netflix change their mind, BUT it would be amazing if other people took note of the noise being made and realised how much desire there is for l&co.

for example, bookstores: STOCK THESE BOOKS!!! i haven’t seen physical copies in any bookshops both independent and national chains and my library only stocks the first one and i live in the uk where the series originates. i read them on kindle but i’d love to have them on my shelves, fans want to buy them. plus jonathan stroud clearly enjoys signings and festivals and events - get him in your shop and the fans will flock!

book publishers: print these books in the countries/languages that don’t currently have them, there is such an obvious demand, especially if the show doesn’t continue even more fans will be turning to the books to finish the story and we’re an international fanbase (the show was TOP TEN in EIGHTY COUNTRIES). and while we’re at it, it would be the perfect opportunity to do a reprint with some nicer covers or make some anniversary/illustrated editions, update the audiobooks with a better narrator (ruby stokes is RIGHT THERE), the treatment most popular ya series get!! l&co is a hit series and like i said before demand is probably going to get even higher for the books but right now it’s weirdly hard to access and enjoy them.

etsy and redbubble designers: make bookish l&co merch!!! people will buy it!!! where is my ‘a female serial killer? woo inspirational! why don’t you put it on a t-shirt’ t-shirt??? where is my candle inspired by ‘the library at portland row’??? bookmarks that look like mini rapiers??? 

hell, jonathan stroud has watched first-hand from twitter as the fandom has exploded and the demand to know more has grown; if he wanted to write a new short story like the dagger in the desk or put together a demi-god files style collection with missing moments or an update on the gang post-teg in canon, we’d go feral!!!! i’d read the portland row shopping list at this point and say thank you for it.

i guess what i’m saying is, even if the effort to save the show doesn’t succeed (and i REALLY hope it does), i hope the engagement and passion from fans leads to more l&co content in a variety of forms and that it’s accessible to everyone who wants it.

[cupidzome]

domestic!stainmight + random hcs pt.1

chizome blushes like a schoolgirl i know it hes pale as a vampire and when he gets red he gets CHERRY RED. hes tried to train himself out of blushing bc its so hard to hide when ur glow in the dark pale.

toshinori's eyesight gets worse as he gets older and he has to get glasses but he doesnt like wearing them because hes like "i can see JUST FINE!" (squints) "see watch me read that billboard thats all the way over there"

chizome doesnt have puppy dog eyes but when he looks at something he wants his pupils get really big and watery and toshinori is like "ur like an open book without that mask" & buys it for him bc he will not ask for it

they communicate in physical touch. tugging on each others clothes, laying on each other, seeking out each others warmth all the time. theyre a touchy couple bc toshinori likes warming chizomes ever-cold hands up with his own, and chizome likes feeling the blood pulsing beneath toshinoris skin

toshinori has a thing for stains tongue & fangs but when he tries to bring it up like "hey... do you i dunno. drink blood? with ur tongue and fangs" and chizome is like "NO i would never do that to u toshinori i could hit something important and you could die like a million different ways im happy with regular blood packets!" and toshinori is like "DAMNIT! hes too conscious of my overall health"

chizome has a fascination with the human body that leads to him randomly just 'inspecting' parts of toshinoris body. flexing his arm for him, stretching his legs, randomly massaging into toshinoris shoulders. he loves him down to the bone marrow

toshinori picks up hobbies like bird feeding, bread baking, and scrapbooking meanwhile chizome is fighting his archenemies on etsy for a never before heard of comic book thats solely in french and has 2 fans and not even a twitter tag.. he makes himself a blog because none of his posts are under 2 paragraphs hes got TOO much to say.

toshinori adores being in the sun, and if you cant find him around the house hes probably on his front lawn sunbathing. he HATES winter and he lovesss summer so much. chizome has to make sure to get him into the routine of using sunscreen though

they decide on getting a pet and when toshinori is looking through the dogs and petting them all, chizome comes up to him with the most fucked up looking pug ever (like the one in mitchells vs the machines). they obviously adopt it and toshinori gets to name him 'pumpkin pie'

chizome treats everything thats his with CARE. so you know that he does his best to spoil toshinori rotten in the ways he can. he refills the fridge, prescriptions, spices, shampoo, ANYTHING. hes got daily to-do lists and i know he's got a thick planner and the neatest handwriting.

chizomes prepared-ness vs toshinoris desire to help so you can see toshinori happily running errands for chizome with 5 coupons and 20 dollars for toshinori to buy himself a treat along the way. chizome carries cash and he presses the bills into toshinoris hands like "buy urself something nice sweetheart"

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello, I wrote in a while ago about my son, and I think you should be made aware of everything that has happened since our letters aired, as you aided him in opening up about his true troubles at the time.

I did give him the privacy of not listening to his letter as it came on that night, which he probably would have quizzed me about if he’d still been awake when I got home. He’s still my son and several of my more, let’s say family oriented former colleagues, did heavily impress on me that I should respect whatever boundaries he draws, no matter how silly. That did partially lend me to think his sullenness was a new boundary that I didn’t dare directly cross.

I did also say former colleagues, as I took your advice and left my old line of work, completely severing any ties to it and giving up any nemesis statuses I might’ve racked up over the years,and opened up a small Etsy shop where I sell custom hand sewn clothing items. The patterns I remember from my youth are actually quite popular amongst longer lived genuses who are nostalgic about late 18th and early 19th century fashion, and sapio historical reenactors and fashion history enthusiasts. And who knew that the sleight of hand I developed during my old job would lend itself so well to hand sewing!

My son is also doing well. His bully issues have been solved with minor feather loss on her end (mostly due the stress from her actions making its way back to her convocation), and the school councillor has regular meet ups with her last I heard. I’ve also met my son’s boyfriend! A lovely young merman, who’s so very sweet. I’m glad he found someone nice and only begrudgingly understand why he kept them a secret from me. I do agree that I have the potential to be very intimidating to new people, especially those who have a real way of hurting my son.

I still listen to your broadcasts, especially the agonies section, but nowadays it’ll be when I’m up late felling the edges of my projects rather than hunting down whoever was on my list for the night.

May you have a wonderful week. Good night.

I'm so glad to hear you and your son are seeing eye to eye once more! I remember both your initial letter and his own, and recall how evident it was that both of you cared very much for one another, even as you struggled to find a way to communicate.

Well done on leaving your old job. I know it couldn't have been easy for you, but I admire your willingness to make difficult choices for the safety and happiness of your family.

As I said in my response, I never wished to shame or blame you for your son's forcible turning. That responsibilty lies firmly with the individual who attacked him.

But that individual was acting in response to your chosen career, and I am very glad you took my advice and have taken up a less dangerous profession - for yourself, and your loved ones.

You've demonstrated real care and consideration for him during this difficult period, and it's good to see that paying off in his newfound trust in you. I wish you all the best in your historical costuming endeavours.

It is always difficult as a parent to discern the line between respecting your child's privacy, and keeping them safe. But just as it was inappropriate for you to expect your son to defend himself against an attacked, it would have been inappropriate to disrespect his autonomy and independence.

I can't pretend I don't feel some small satisfaction at hearing his school bully has been suffering from the consequences of her behaviour. May her suffering be short-lived - but educational.

It sounds as if you've done a very good job of walking that line, making sure your son feels supported while also demonstrating that you can be trusted not to cross his boundaries – even those you may consider “silly”. You have more than risen to the challenge, and I wish you and your son all the best in the future.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[annab-nana]

For your sleepover!!

You tell Joseph (quinn) that you want to do a stranger things themed Christmas tree in your shared apartment 🥺 I think that would be so cute and he would think it was super corny but he knows how much you love the show so he does it one day you are out with friends or family or whatever🥺

stop it!! this is so cute!!

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (angel)

note: italics are text messages

❀ masterlist ❀

when will you be home? i miss you

"is that him?" amy asked. she knew the answer as soon as she saw the smile on your lips.

"yeah." you didn't mean for your voice to sound so lovesick, but you couldn't help it. you were in love and you were in it deep for the brown-eyed brit.

your eyes found your phone again as you typed out a reply.

we're driving that way now. shouldn't be more than five minutes

and you told the truth because in three minutes, you were telling amy goodbye and slipping your key into the doorknob.

"joe?" you called out into the dimly lit apartment. "i'm back."

"in here," he returned from what sounded like the living room. as soon as you ditched your coat and slipped out of your shoes, you made your way over.

"so, i got everyone except my dad who i still have to make those brownies for, but other than that, all christmas gifts are done," you shared while placing down the bags that were in your hands. "i'll probably make those tonight if you wan-"

a gasp from your lips cut off the rest of your sentence when you finally looked up. your focus was so set on putting the shopping bags down and mentally mapping out the rest of your night that you didn't even register joseph standing patiently beside a decorated tree that was bare when you left.

"you did not," you stated in disbelief while wandering over to the tree, eyes filled with wonder.

"i did," he responded excitedly, a smile on his face as he watched you take it all in. your eyes bounced from multi-colored lights to the waffle and nail bat ornaments to the open star-shaped demogorgon face tree topper.

"how did you find all this stuff?" you were in awe, complete and utter awe of the stranger things tree before you. you adored the show and to see what he did for you, you'd never felt more loved.

joseph stepped forward to stand beside you and look at the tree as well. "you would be surprised how much stranger things stuff you can find on the internet. most of it came from etsy and other small online shops. the hard part was doing it all without your knowledge." his eyes fell back to you and he swore your eyes looked more wet than they did a second ago. "do you like it?"

he watched you turn to him before your arms wrapped around him tightly. "joe, i love it.”

“well, baby, i’m glad. i was a little worried you’d be mad i did it without you but i wanted it to be a surprise.”

you pulled back to look at him. “i’m not mad at all. i love it. i love you.”

he visibly softened before bringing his hand to the back of your head and pulling you to him to press his lips to your forehead.

“i love you too angel.”

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[fond-of-fawns]

You said send in your worst deer figurines, but do worst deer pins count? Because I have this fella, affectionately known as Bingus Bogos Binted, or just Bingus. He's probably cursed but I love him, and he's given me a slight obsession with cursed 1950-60's deer pins (of which there are a surprising amount). I even saved his etsy listing's description because it was just too good

Incredible specimen.

[morbsxadorbs]

pssst -- you wanna see the silly little 20 cm doll collection I’ve built over a number of years?

ft. Baron Zemo, Loki Laufeyson, my own oc, and recently, König from cod bc ofc lmao

(photodump under the cut both for space and doll butts)

okay so if you’re new here, I’m Rae, I have the stuffed animal/plush doll autism, but I can also recommend a bunch of plush artists to work with on etsy/places to look for 20 cm dolls if that’s something you’re also into

these are not all the silly little outfits I’ve collected, just some bare essentials stuff bc I’m visiting my parents’ place for the food holiday. but since I’m hanging out with time to kill!!

(apologies ahead of time for the weird variations in my lighting, I just have my phone and the lights in my childhood bedroom today lmao)

my first ever 20 cm plush doll, the one that made me realize “oh shit this is a Thing!!” was one of my first blorbos, Loki, I’d say maybe five or six years ago??

I found him in a listing on ebay post-Ragnarok and pre-series. he came with an optional Thor, but I def didn’t have the money for that. :’D this is his original outfit, but those are not his original boots, which were soft and made of the same material. one of my other dolls wore the hell out of those and they finally started disintegrating, so I don’t put his ~fine Asgardian leather~ on him a lot to keep it from meeting a similar fate.

oddly, he’s the tallest of my dolls which he lords over Zemo on a regular basis and my softest/squishiest, but also has the most 👁👄👁 expression. I choose to interpret it as he’s finally got some rest and has mellowed out, poor guy

this is what I keep him in most of the time when we’re not trying to replicate his black suit from Ragnarok:

it’s just forest green sweats, which when you add his cape, kind of looks like his outfit from the end of season 2 of the series.

my next one was Baron Zemo, probably two years later. he was a special commission from Meizai on etsy, and though he definitely took a while, he’s perfect 💜

he looks more worn than Loki does bc he’s been dragged on more trips lol. also not his original boots, I basically found a “standard” pair I liked that I could order from the ‘zon (booo, I know) and now I just keep a couple sets in rotation. everything but the belt is an original outfit, handmade by Meizai as part of the commission. his coat and little shirt are exactly like the show, and I’m so thrilled ✨

I’ve posted about him in a couple different outfits before, but currently the one I’m working on finding pieces for is another Daniel Brühl character, The Cheese Man of Düsseldorf Eric Bouchard.

I tried a couple different combinations with just some pieces I had on me, but I think I’m going to need to procure the hat and a little scarf to really sell it (and also figure out how to make a little temporary beard for him):

but for cozy time, he just wears this:

so then after him, I acquired one version of my slasher oc Maxi Morvant that I called chibi!Maxi and is very dear to my heart. he's also originally inspired by Daniel Brühl, but has kind of started shifting in my head into more of his own thing.

how it started:

how it's going:

(detail of a commission from @/roachcult on tumblr -- go check them out if you love horror art! <333)

anyway, after I got my new full-time real person job, I had a little extra, and decided to bribe myself into writing more of my dissertation commission a version of him that’s a. a little more accurate to the version that exists in my head, and b. has some fun extras. 👀

this is chibi!Maxi 2.0, with more accurate hair color/style, and his little earrings and eyeliner to boot. this is his standard outfit, which is just from a bunch of smaller stores online. he has the only pair of soft boots in the bunch rn bc I cuddle with him most, and bc everyone else’s feet are too big. :’D

as for those fun extras…

aside from his moles scattered all over his body, Maxi famously has a deep scar over his heart, which I got added as embroidery here (with a more metaphorical bleeding heart underneath bc accurate in multiple ways).

and --

Maxi doesn't currently have any tattoos in canon at the moment, but I am sorely tempted to add one of these. the coffin is for his work as a mortician/funeral director (and something something symbolic weight he has to carry) and the gator is his favorite animal. I just thought it'd be cute to put one on his butt, idk <3 This version is from KTcustomdolls on etsy, whom I also commissioned to do the concept art for the doll first, and they were really chill to work with!

I forgot to get a solo photo of him in his hoodie and Greymoon Community College sweatpants, but here's him in what he wears for his serial killing/necromancy embalming work.

(I was so excited to find the red-soled boots, red is a huge theme color for him and they also just look so cute~)

finally, one of my most recent acquisitions is my newest blorbo, König from cod. I'm not used to blorbos having a doll I can order that doesn't require a commission, but Plush Wonderland over on insta had him and a bunch of other cod dudes (plus endless people from anime and video games alike).

the outfit is original, the boots are again from the 'zon. if they look a little chewed on scuffed, that's just from my nosy cat the ferocious battles he drops into.

some detail shots -- I'm glad they included the proper flag on his armor, it wouldn't feel like him without it. his mask is accurate, if not a little prone to getting stretched out. his chest plate is fine, but the knee pads are already starting to come unglued, so I found a generic cozy offduty outfit for him as well.

(sorry, the sun got super bright for this shot and my curtains did nothing :'D)

I just kinda french-tucked his mask into the sweater, but the beanie keeps it in place, and I think the sweater compliments his eyes in the cutest way.

"but rae," I hear you asking, "we don't know what he looks like under the mask, save for that one weird glitch face reveal. what does the doll look like under all his gear?"

weeell..

I don't hate it. I tend to prefer the Peter Steele headcanon that other people in the fandom have, just due to my own preferences, but this isn't bad. I think him being a fluffy ginger is actually kind of cute, and I like that they added some scars from the wounds he's likely sustained over his career. it makes sense. he also looks a little 👁👄👁, but tbf, they needed to have enough room for the mask to fit between the eyes, so I don't fault him too much for that

the only person in my collection not featured here is my custom Remy Lebeau, aka Gambit, also from Meizai. I'll take some photos with him when I get back, because he hasn't had a proper photoshoot yet and that could be fun.

for now, here's the guys all in their assorted cozy clothes, hoping everyone is still able to achieve some post-holiday chill this weekend. :'D I love 20 cm/cotton/k-pop style/oshi dolls and I'm always checking the tag to see what new ones pop up, so I thought I'd go ahead and add mine!!

[frecklystars]

I need some advice, if anyone is willing 🙏✨

I purchased a La La Land screenplay from someone on Etsy, apparently signed by Ryan and Emma for an extremely affordable price. I thought "oh, there is NO WAY in HELL these are real." and then I agonized over it for a few weeks because my god I need some serotonin, and I have a little bit of spending money left, and I WOULD like a La La Land screenplay, bonus points if it really is signed by Ryan and Emma.

Finally, I bought one, reading on the seller's page that they do full refunds/returns within 14 days of the delivery. So I had nothing to lose if I ended up discovering the autographs were fake, I could just send it back and get my full refund. No shipping fees either.

Screenplay got delivered. So gorgeous, everything looks all nice and official, got a Certificate of Authenticity with matching serial numbers. I had high hopes, at first. The sharpie Ryan and Emma supposedly signed with have bled through the page, so it cannot be a reprint. But I did some research on the "Certificate of Authenticity" and it is probably fabricated. I am 99% sure. Someone could easily fake this certificate, slap on some holographic stickers they made themself, and then mimic Ryan and Emma's signatures using their own sharpies.

It says it was certified by 8FL*X institute (the * is an "i" -- I won't type the name out fully because I'm afraid it'll show up in the tumblr search results, and this guy apparently has a tumblr with a shit ton of "receipts" on him. but more on that later) and - guess what - that is not an actual institute run by multiple people. That is a website run by one (1) dude -- the very dude who sold this to me on Etsy. On the certificate, it's HIS name that is signed saying it's official. Did he witness Ryan and Emma signing this?? I have no clue. How would I know that. I don't know how this stuff works tbh but I'm pretty sure it's not real, seeing someone selling *multiple* signed scripts for just $61 each, with a lot of A list celebrities.

The holographic stickers and serial numbers seem legit, but there is no way for me to search them online to check if they're authentic. It's as if he basically said "yep these signatures are real" and signed the certificate himself. Also, if you search "8fl*x nick" on tumblr, there's a whole ton of discourse??? because he apparently leaked a screenplay for Stranger Things when he wasn't supposed to, or something??? Listen. Listen. I fucking HATE mob mentality on this hellsite; any time there's a call out post about someone, I take that shit with a grain of salt, because you don't know what's real or not, whether or not the "sources" of someone's wrongdoings are completely fabricated screenshots or not, because it's SO easy to make fake screenshots these days. but I still think it's worth mentioning here that there are existing "receipts" on this guy, bc knowing there's discourse abt this seller just in general... doesn't help me feel reassured whatsoever.

If anyone is able to figure out a way that these signatures are legit btw, that would be great. but like I said, I don't know anything about buying online autographs. Maybe there's something I can do to verify, and I just don't know it.

Anyway I debated on whether or not I should keep the screenplay, decided in the heat of a moment "ah fuck it, I wasted money", I contacted the seller and didn't mention why, I just asked for a refund without any explanation -- to my surprise, have had no trouble! He's totally willing to give me a refund without any question. Huge relief. So if I am willing, I can get a full refund and send this most-likely-not-actually-autographed screenplay back.

Except. Now... I keep thinking about it... do I actually want to give it back? I mean yes it is the smart thing to get my money back but... here's the thing. I don't own a La La Land screenplay - like, physically in my hands. I love collecting screenplays. There's a La La Land screenplay for sale online for ten bucks, but it's not the one I want, and I'm not very fond of the cover for it... I can't find another La La Land screenplay anywhere online that's as pretty as this one. There's the 2013 original version and there's the 2015 final draft version, both are really fucking good and totally different. Lots of good content. This seller put together the 2015 version, and the colors look so nice, there's photos in the front when you open it up before you get to the signed page, it's just... it's so pretty. The signatures are pretty, even if they are most likely not real, it's kind of fun to just... hope blindly that maybe, just maybe, they're real. 99% sure that they're not -- but that 1% chance is nice to think about!

So, my question: is it smarter for me to get my full refund and just settle for not owning a La La Land screenplay? Or should I keep this, despite every time I look at the signatures I feel a pang of disappointment and think to myself "ah man that's not real and I spent sixty bucks on it" ??? OR... or. or. should I return this screenplay, get my refund, and then... just .... print the screenplay myself... and make my own very pretty screenplay???

If I go that third route -- HOW do I potentially print out the entire screenplay myself? If I knew how, I could include pictures of Ryan and Emma and just put together my OWN La La Land screenplay. Oh, hell, why stop there?? Why not replace Mia's name with mine, make a whole self ship script out of it, put my own story with Sebastian? Add some drawings?? Make it look like a real screenplay. That would be such a fun project.

But... I don't own a printer and I don't know if it would cost fifty bajillion hundred thousand dollars to go to a printing shop and ask them to print up a hundred pages for me. Or... is that too big of a project to take on? Am I just being silly? ;-;

ok thank you to anyone who took the time to read this. I love u.