#man i want cake

[quirkychaoticraptor]

I wish the entire "HiGH & LOW" series was on other streaming services, other than Netflix...because I, sadly, no longer have Netflix. I know...it's a damn shame. Just like, during times when I'm not at my laptop, I would love to just switch on my boys. I'm just sayin', it would be real neat.

At the same time, though, I totally understand why it's not gonna happen. Or, maybe it will...someday. I don't know. I'm just wishful thinking, over here.

[astearisms]

catalysts, protectors

[egophiliac]

YO TREY CLOVER IS HERE !!!

TREY NOOOO you weren't supposed to look so cool, I was supposed to be able to save my keys for all the upcoming birthdays, how could you do this to me --

also hey. hey Trey. what's in that bowl.

[kenchann]

hear me out 🍰

[thefloatingstone]

The older I get and the more terrible takes I see the more in favour I become of gatekeeping

[itsdefinitely]

big fan of when people draw him getting held like a hamster

[puhpandas]

HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY RUIN!!!!

[01-void]

I want this old man obliterated he's too hot for his own good

Lowkey wish I was Adam because GODDAYUM!!!!!

[cappycodeart]

CONCEPT DOODLES for an AU I dabbled in with a few friends after the winter king episode but kinda forgot about after the Fionna and Cake finale... I decided to revisit it and explore a little more after coming to terms with everything LOL... So, it's another "Winter King doesn't die immediately after his crown gets nuked" AU, but THIS TIME he's just dying really slowly (like Simon in the Betty episode) and ALSO joins Fionna, Cake, and Simon on their search for magic crowns. There's no logic behind this tbh, we just wanted to put him through The Horrors. And make them all friends. But mostly The Horrors. :) (he only gets to live as a treat, because I think he's funny).

Bonus (old screenshot), because this is still funny to me:

[pelcrow]

i forgot how much i love Simon oops

[star-bastard]

SHUT UP ABOUT THE ICE TWINK!!!! SHUT UP ABOUT THE ICE TWINK!!!!!

SOMEONE ELSE TALK ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!

[starry-mang0s]

Silly little doodle of the silliest little guy :>

This lovely bug belongs to the lovely @time-woods !!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

thinkin real hard about Steve n Johnny drag racin tonight. at race end the other drivers pour outta their cars lookin for a fight cause who the FUCK was that out there drivin like THAT. n Johnny gets out like MAN that shit was FUN!! we gotta do that again!! n the other drivers are seriously thinkin about beatin the ever lovin shit outta this new kid cause who the HELL does he think he is. n suddenly out comes Steve n Jesus they know Steve. Steve who's known for holdin his damn own in a fight. so they back off. but the second no one's lookin he's on his knees KISSIN the damn ground. meanwhile Johnny's got enough adrenaline pumpin through him to kill ten men. if they were to pick that fight it would NOT have been Steve they would have needed to worry about.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Hollysugar might be cannon because this fucking grandma came into my shop, and ordered a STRAWBERRY CAKE with a TON of SWEETS, you know what is in sweets? SUGAR, LOTS OF SUGAR. the closet is glass, actualyl it never existed

also burning spice came into my shop too and asked for a chocolate cake with YELLOW and MINT frosting. these two arent slick,

I got the same cake order just now 😭😭😭 grandmama thinks we don't see her smh

And I've gotten that chocolate cake order from Burning Spice, too!!! Chocolate... which is a well-known and loved aphrodisiac 👀 and a common and beloved gift for romantic partners/love interests 👀 plus lemon and mint frosting, aka GOLD and TEAL... His wife's colors....... So cringe, honestly. Burning Spice is now the Most Cringe Beast after Shadow Milk, it is decreed

[writeshite]

“Careful now.” Mr. Milchick cautioned, his left palm just beneath yours as he’d stopped you from nearly dropping the small, neatly wrapped box. He guided your left hand back to a level height, around ninety degrees at angle from elbow to hand. “We wouldn’t want to break that.” His right hand was set atop yours on the top side of the gift box.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Milchick,” you sighed in relief. “My apologies, my outie overexerted himself this past weekend.”

“Yeah, that’s called sex,” Dylan snarked, pointing to the hard to cover hickeys trailing to the back of your ear. You weren’t exactly eager to promote or detail your outie’s sex-life.

“It’s his outie’s wedding anniversary,” Mark rectified Dylan’s crass statement.

“I’m aware,” Mr. Milchick responded, “Five years, seven months, and twelve weeks.” His left hand softly traced your wedding ring. If you didn't know any better, you'd say his smile took a softer tone; the usual dead joy in his eyes looked almost enamored. “My congratulations to your outie. I imagine the annual exhaustion indicative of a successful and joyous marriage."

Dylan's yearly crude joke on the matter was cut short as Irving placed a hand on his mouth. "I believe so too," you beamed, "alongside the presents, of course." You nodded to the gift in your hands. "Thank you for hand-delivering this year's gift, and last year's, and the year before that. You really don't have to; I'm sure there are better things to do." You glanced down at the gift; his hands had yet to leave yours.

"Nonsense," he assured you, "It's no trouble at all." Mr. Milchick squeezed your hands and, with one final smile, left the space. Irving made a disgusted sound as Dylan licked his palm and darted into the supply closet for a tissue.

Dylan pursed his lips, glancing over at the door; once certain Mr. Milchick wasn't returning soon, he teased, “Get a room next time, will you?”

You rolled your eyes. "It's hardly sexual to talk to a coworker."

"It is when you and Milchick do it," Dylan pulled a face in good jest. "Tell him, Mark!" He attempted to corral Mark to his side, "The eyefucking is abysmally disgusting." He dramatically exclaimed.

"I mean," Mark pursed his lips momentarily, "I don't really see anything of the sort," his words caused disbelief to rise on Dylan's face. "Besides, isn't Milchick married?"

Both Dylan and you turn to each other, then Mark, before shrugging, uncertain as to the answer. "How can you be sure?" Dylan asked.

His question was met with no answer as Irving returned and sternly expressed Mr. Milchick's preference for privacy: "What extracurricular activities Mr. Milchick has have no bearing here; he hardly enjoys sharing facts about himself outside of work, we should respect that." Dylan pouted and directed a not-so-quiet 'party pooper' at Irving; the latter turned to you and smiled earnestly, "Besides, aren't you more excited to find what anniversary present our friend has this year?"

Dylan half-shrugged, and he and Mark turned their attention to the gift box as you tore away the purple wrapping. This year's gift was an appropriately and mildly decorated set of custom sticky notes. "Your outie's husband is quite thoughtful," Irving commented, glancing at the stickers. “He's a lucky man."

[qpjianghu]

 “It’s not that you don’t forgive others... it’s that you refuse to forgive yourself.”

Li Xiangyi / Li Lianhua - Mysterious Lotus Casebook, Ep. 40