#just. ugh. ugh

[sailermoon]

i stay up late to be happy for a few more hours

[thatautisticemo]

actually separate post about layers bc oh my god the layers. for my warm climate friends.. lemme just. winter is so... gonna go outside??? gonna work in the freezing cold???? yeah wear so much clothing.

underwear, including tank top as another layer over your core > long johns > shirt, extra pair of socks > flannel/corduroy button down, jeans, boots > warm sweater or hoodie, hat, knit gloves > ridiculously large winter coat, second pair of gloves (mine are leather bc Grippy)

like. yeah . it's... fucking cold outside. i am wearing this much clothing . all at once. bc ?? cold ???? god... and when it's 10 degrees ur not taking off ur coat. ur just less cold if you work hard. ridiculous climate...

[feefal]

Can someone tell me if this looks cool or if it’s a sinkhole that I’ve already wasted too many hours on..? It’s supposed to represent rot consuming fresh greens. Compost lesbians, if you will.

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[hansoeii]

*holds them gently and pretends nothing bad ever happened*

[froglover7789]

finally watching house md in order instead of whatever random episodes my friends force me to watch and. wow. the mouse bites meme is. so accurate? why is wilson just Always There. "I too am in this episode!" YES DIVA WE KNOW WHY DO YOU KEEP SHOWING UP DONT YOU HAVE THINGS TO DO????

[tasteofchaos2005]

“oh what a beautiful thing…….. to be young & angry…….” right into disenchanted. pre-show song was fame by david bowie. no offense but my chemical romance as a project is about not killing yourself & then constantly living with the many people you are & have been

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[paintedcrows]

It is imperative to me that Bill and Stan do torrid Duchess Approves roleplay and argue about character motivations

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Chapter 1: First encounter.

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Jack Desmond was running under the heavy rain with a bag over his head, as he had given his umbrella to an old lady on his way home. It was an act of generosity that wasn't out of place in the whimsical place of cartoons.

He almost missed the dark shape sprawled out in an alleyway. Nothing too unusual, maybe some ne'er-do-wells or a goofy character caught in some mishap, but somehow, his gut told him that it felt different. Disturbingly out of place.

Faintly, his nose picked up on a worrying scent. Hesitant yet worried, he trudges closer, his shoes being tainted with red as he knelt down beside the dark figure. “Hey, buddy, you alright?” he called out, voice full of concern. His fingers tentatively touched the man’s shoulder.

Jack gasped, pulling his hand back quickly. His fingers were smeared with something deeply red and thick. His brain slowly processes what he's seeing, unbelieving. With the scent being washed down by the heavy rain, he pulls his palm closer to his nose to take a sniff.

His spine crawls and he jolts up, confused eyes shaking yet staying transfixed on the injured person as he stumbles backwards. He takes a closer look at the man's face- or, just his entire self for that matter. Staring back at him was a foreign face twisted into a harsh scowl, unconscious. Deep scars crisscrossed his face, making him look rather villainous.

This guy wasn’t a Toon. The thick dark coat, those scars- the blood. This man was from another Genre, one that didn’t belong in their streets of lighthearted fun.

His eyes caught sight of the gun tucked into the man’s coat, confirming Jack’s fears.

He's a Grim… perhaps a Guktav member?

The Guktav is one of the biggest and most influential criminal syndicates in the Grim genre where this gloomy-looking person probably came from. These men were dangerous, he'd better make a run for it just in case the assailant of this scene was still nearby.

Unsettled and too riddled with uncertainty and fear, he'd planned to just mind his own business and skedaddle… but his foot stayed planted where they stood, eyes transfixed on the wounded Grim man.

The more he stared, the more the puddle of blood spread.

The rain made the blood travel to the soles of his shoes quicker, and Jack’s stomach churned. He’d never seen anything like this before, not in this city. Life here has always been peaceful and non-life threatening despite the slapstick gags of silly violence people were hit with, but this? This wasn’t funny. This sight made his innards twist.

Jack glanced down at his palms, still stained with blood. The rain hadn’t washed it away, no matter how hard it came down. Starting to get a bit dizzy, he slowly starts to walk away.

Authorities… He should go call the authorities.

…

His feet stops not too far away, and the rain comes down harder than before.

"…Oooh-! Applesticks!" Jack curses, turning back with a huff and stomping back towards the man. “This is a bad idea.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he bent down again-

Jack's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when the man's gruff hands grabbed unto his arms and pulled him down, bloodshot eyes glaring straight at him. Jack's legs felt weak, his knees buckling and harshly hitting the bloody floor, terrified as the man's stare told him all he needed to know.

Do anything bad and he'd kill him.

The man's eyelids twitched, pupils rolling back. His large body collapsed on top of the smaller man, making Jack stutter as he fell on his bum, unable to balance himself. Jack lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, staring at the unconscious man lying limp on his stomach, staining Jack's suit with his blood.

Jack Desmond swallows hard, his heart wavering. Should he really do this?

[This chapter has been edited.] _

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[autismjester]

romantic shipping is OUT, entire episodes about the power of friendship are IN

[toughbunnyforever]

the beginning and the end

[daiwild]

Artist miles, musicians gwen and hobie. I think Pav's artsy thing would be crafting/jewelry making/embroidery 🤷

[sexymoonmansslut]

lily mf evans.

the only woman ever.

[hansoeii]

you'll make it back.