#i said pleasee

[cavillary]

now I need the eagles to beat the 49ers 😩

pretty pretty please

[bentosandbox]

123 Rhodes Chen Chapter TL

sauce

Made it to two year anniversary without realising they never did a Chen chapter until now

[rosie-tyler]

Where's my Lawrusso fic where Daniel keeps saying stuff™ in Italian to Johnny (term of endearment/some random thoughts like "i really want to kiss you now") and ofc Johnny's be like DA F DID YOU JUST CALL ME IF YOU WANT TO INSULT ME DO IT IN ENGLISH

[zombvibes]

susie and berdly have the same level of disney channel insults (bully insults and nerd insults respectively) which is why they should be friends (acquaintances, partners in crimes, friend of a friend etc etc etc etc) actually

[futturmangamez]

Was running through the mall in a rush and saw giant knuckles and sonic!!!! I ran back for a pic!! I really want to go back with a step stool and run away with them (I'd probably fall before I reach the doorway-)

[girlboylintjrwi]

im sick right now and do you want to know the worst part. my nose is stuffed up and its making me sound like ron stampler. emotionally detached stepdad. get me out of here

[that-one-girls-blog-posts]

listening to smart people talk >>>>>

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

idk how much longer i can handle being deprived of percy and grover interactions like PLEASE GODS JUST LET THEM HAVE A HEART TO HEART ITS BEEN 2 WHOLE EPISODES😭😭😭

[puppyeared]

for like 3 weeks i was wondering why i was sleeping so much and felt listless. and just now I managed to email 3 people and responded to a month old message in the span of an hour because I got back to TAKING MY FUCKIN MEDS..........

[captaincrungus]

watch it all come

crashing down

we'll die together

[sugarfortia]

I just watched the last episode. I’m upset.

[bcofl0ve]

It's National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day! I hope our boy is enjoying a good one lol.

need to the new fans to know one of the sweetest parts of this austin Lore. when he was little he lived right by where he went to elementary school, and has said he got special permission to walk home during lunch and eat with his mom. who always had a pb&j waiting for him (,:

[cyancherub]

CASSIE CASSIE LOOK

https://www.patreon.com/posts/nsfw-menthol-75822031?utm_medium=post_notification_email&utm_source=post_link&utm_campaign=patron_engagement&token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJyZWRpc19rZXkiOiJpYToyODRhMWRmNi1kMDRlLTQzZDktOTRjMy0zMWYxMTcyZTIyYTEiLCJwb3N0X2lkIjo3NTgyMjAzMSwicGF0cm9uX2lkIjo0MjEzNjk0N30.v0jiNEBpKVD9gmtNFnQh4RkdIVoN65d7BoByZ1Me0tQ

@TEAFORGODS MADE ART FOR MENTHOL

cliky link GUYS LOOK HOLY FUCK ITS SO !!!!! OH my fdgodghkd IM SCREAMFISDHGDFJGHDG panties dropping jaw open I AM IN A COLD SWEAT JESUS FCHISRJHDGF

HELLO I NEED TO SPRINT TO TELL THEM THANK U PLS IM TEARING MY HAIR OUT THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE SEEN IN MY LIFE OHHHEH12UE6123EHGDSF.. THE CENTIPEDE TATTOOS USEFHDSHFHSD

IM GOING TO BE SO UNWELL

[onsideramen]

River Lullaby - Unsolved Mytheries

It's too short for me to make it a fic, personally, so it gets to go here!!

Truffle sat on the forest floor, tail lashing over the muddy leaves as he held his hair in his hands, tugging lightly. Tears rolled down his face, confusion burying his mind further into the pit of despair he'd fallen into. He rasped, choking back sobs as he tried to regain his breathing- he counted, he held it, he did everything he could think of.

None of it worked.

The goat-boy yanked at his hair, a whimper escaping his lips as he dragged one of his wrists over his nose, clearing it of the snot and mucus that had begun to drip. It all mixed into the same boiling-hot mush once it hit the ground, causing eruption after eruption in his mind. His tail lashed once more before curling tightly around himself, whining softly before letting out a wail, shutting his eyes tight as the tears rushed out faster than before.

Wrong, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. That's all it was, repeating and repeating in his mind, and Truffle hated it. Hated how all the feelings he'd kept bundled up came crashing over, flooding past the walls and boundaries, destroying the carefully linked bridges and fire escapes.

For a moment all he could do was cry. It was all just too much. That moment lasted longer than he'd dare admit to anyone.

All the goat-boy truly wanted in this moment was his mom. The one person who had promised to take care of him, who had done well in doing so, who had loved him. She wasn't here- no, they'd been separated well ago. He still tried every day to find her, even if in secret.- But he did have one thing she'd left him, even if it was only small.

Nothing more than a blurred memory that, in that instant, seemed all too clear in his mind.

"Hush now, my baby. Be still love, don't cry." Truffle mumbled the song, the faint whispered singing muffled behind the continues cries and rasps of his sore throat. It hurt, it hurt so much. But it was good, safe, warm. He inhaled shakily, forcing his trembling hands to release his hair.

Truffle didn't pay any mind to the shaking of his hands as he wrapped them around himself, cries turning to soft sniffles in the wooded forest, tail curled around him on the muddy floor. He hummed for a moment that same familiar tune, shutting his eyes as he hiccupped.

"Sleep like you're rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember, my lullaby-" He choked back another sob, hands clutching tightly at his sides for a brief moment before letting go. He was well aware of how shaky he was, it was too hard to be ignorant of it. Safety, warmth.

"And I'll be with you when you dream." The goat-boy crumpled forward, further into himself, tears coming back silently. He choked on air for a moment, trying to calm himself. The song helped, it helped. It made him feel as if his mother was back, wrapping her arms around him, rocking him lightly as she sang.

Truffle missed her, he missed her so much.

He hummed the song on repeat, sniffling quietly as the tears continued to silently fall. He couldn't get his voice to work anymore, not trusting it to finish the song that truly did mean the world to him.

He could've been sitting out there, curled in on himself, crumpled on the forest floor, for hours, he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. All of it was just a blur of unbridled emotional agony for him, the only thing standing out being what brought him comfort.

Truffle's ears twitched, a quiet snap far in the distance dragging his attention aside. He didn't want to look, he'd rather stay on the forest floor, wallowing away in the few memories he still held of his mother. In his tears.

The world never had been kind to him, he supposed as he watched Jayus stumble out of the bushes. He looked a mess, a small tug of concern pulled at the goats heart before he turned to face the muddy ground once more. His friend may look a mess, but he surely looked worse.

"…Ruffles?" Jayus spoke quietly, his feet softly wisping across the ground as he fell to sit beside Truffle.

Truffle shifted slightly, willing the tears to stop flowing as he ran his wrists over his eyes and nose over and over again. He couldn't cry, not in front of his friend. His only friend. Only real friend. His fluffed ears tilted down, pointed to the muddy ground as he looked to the side, away from the witchling.

He could hear how his friend breathed; staggered for a second before even. Hitched, then smooth. The pattern of it was nice, in a way. Not as much as the song had been, nothing could ever be as meaningful as the song, but it was still comforting in a way.

His ears twitched as Jayus moved, not a word being spoken nor warned before a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, lightly dusting it.

"You don't want to talk about it." Jayus hummed the words out quietly, hand staying firm but gentle on the goat-boys shoulder. Truffle turned his head just slightly, his downturned eyes glancing up briefly to his friend. The witchling looked down to his eyes, just for a moment, before pulling him into a hug- one that would have been far too easy to escape for it to be normal.

Truffle froze in the hug, sniffling softly as his mind tried to catch up with the moment. It was all too fuzzy, to distorted, to painful to be made sense of. So he let go.

The goat-boy fell into the witchlings arms without protest, sobs coming back full force as he clung to the younger.

Not a word was said, not even when the two went back to the cabin just to fall asleep on the couch, cuddled beside each other in a comforting hold.

@sootysoots @drawmanations

[grace122]

he’s actually so fine like please use me

[edgelite]

scenes of wargames this year