#my tummy hurts tho

[stevebabey]

guys i cooked a bunch of dumplings and apparently some of the coating of the pan came off and i ate it as well. if i die. well. that would suck

[phoenix-likethe-bird]

my tummy hurts and i can't tell if it's sick hurt or hungry hurt or what but either way i hate it

[lordacne]

:)

[slut4russia]

winning the idgaf war today (folding my laundry by my own accord)

[wartalk]

before and after going out

I could be the protagonist but I keep getting krunk off the gas station pbrs

[justlikearat]

I spent. Too lomg. On this. And. Bleh.

I just. Wanted to render stuff LOL.

(Full image below the cut, warning for like. Theres no clothes but like the worst u can see is jasons butt. Idk. but like not in a sexual way i promise i was just lazy and really didn't wanna do clothes, ive spent like. 7 hours on this without realizing it. Yesah. )

Idk i really do not mean for this to be seen as sexual in any way i just kidna drew what was in my head which was ppl cuddling PLEASE keep that in mind when interacting i would really aprriacte if you didnt saY like, stuff like that. Thanks. )

[angelpuns]

Update on my health that no one asked for: mmmmbad

[gasterofficial]

gf and i playing a hazbin hotel drinking game where we take a shot every time we want to die

[xxplastic-cubexx]

,,,,u know what. I was so lost in a world of Charles dressed as Magneto I never even considered Bald Erik (Barik) 😭

BARIK

[tetzoro]

an inside look of my brain this morning

[etchy-a-sketchy]

Oh no! Prince Tianchi is falling!! Catch him noble knight Li Yu!!

Day 12: medieval

[milkbreadandtadpoles]

precious, precious yuji

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snippet: (1k!) ur at the movies and see a poor, sweet boy and flirt with him very subtly but big brain moment because in your head the two of you are already married (not rlly) reader is described with feminine, female characteristics, but that's all!

warnings: yuji being sweet and naive and dumb, reader being an obvious flirt (dark connotations because their love is obsession and violent.. cute aggression, if you will) probably poorly edited

author's note: this is so self-indulgent. story time- i was at the movie theaters and saw this angel of a boy. only person i could connect it to was the sweetest, sweetest yuji. all of my characters are above the age of eighteen, because 2d characters can be whatever i wish. hope you enjoyyyyyyy *ੈ♡⸝⸝🪐༘⋆

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Your stomach hurts.

The sweatpants hang loose on you, the fabric of your shirt tight against your tummy. Scalp tugging against the hair ties against your midline- the lipgloss slathered on your pouty lips sparkles underneath the dim theatre. Because goddamn it, if your stomach is going to hurt you’re going to look good, too.

Your friends, a close girlfriend and her annoying, annoying boyfriend gather around the screen to print the tickets. And as you do, you wander, surveying the snacks and busy bodies that gather to get their goods and go to their selected box.

And-

Oh. Oh, he’s cute.

Whoever you tagged along with melts into a fine mist, eyes sharply cutting to the boy who stands by the register. His pants are baggy, dark- there’s a chain with keys clicked and dangling on the thick fabric. A one size too big company shirt poorly tucked in the cargo, the black belt snug between the loops emphasizes his waist.

Despite the dinner you just had, hunger finds you.

And his face. Preciously sharp with a touch of fat around the apples of his cheeks, tan in color. Buzzed hair, died a soft color. Eyes wide and-

He looks kinda stupid.

Your lips quirk- how endearing. A puppy dog about to read your ticket and tell you which numbered room to go to. There’s a glint on your face, eyes rolling up and down the poor boy’s figure as you take a step closer with your friends.

Plucking the ticket from her (because your best friend’s name doesn’t matter right now, despite the three years of friendship), you saunter towards the booth.

The boyfriend urges your attention to ask you a question. But his eyes catch you, tracing each atom of your curvature as you turn your head and answer with an annoyed look. Can’t he see that you’re busy?

As you turn back around, the boy is sitting on the register table. And you blink, languidly walking forward. One foot in front of the other, the reconciliation that he might be bad at his job is frowning. But he’s just so pretty you can’t find yourself turned off just yet. He makes eye contact with you, and hops off the booth.

Just a few inches taller. You smile.

“Hi.” You thank whatever force of nature that made your voice so dreamy, so soft and syrupy.

He leans towards you as you hold out the ticket, manicured nails expectantly waiting to hear what he sounds like. Openly, you gaze at his face. There are three pimple patches on his cheeks, yet hardly a blemish in sight. A naive twinkle in his eye, as though he might be too good for this world. Too good for you. Something feral claws in your gut, but your face is serene, perfectly content with this little mouse in the palm in your hand.

A breath of surprise fills your lungs when his fingers, so long and thick and pretty, reach towards the small piece of paper to turn it his way.

“Sorry, can I see-?”

You tilt the paper, a soft, darling laugh leaving you. The boyfriend, your girlfriend, watch with a knowing, amused expression- you can feel it in the back of your skull.

“Mhm, sorry.” You murmur.

“It’s okay,” There’s a nervous laugh that leaves him, too, and you’ve never wanted to wrap your hands around a boy’s throat faster because he’s still holding onto the paper, still looking at it as though reading number was a jigsaw puzzle. An egotistical, unrealistic part of yourself believes that he’s looking at the rings that sit upon your freshly polished fingertips.

“That’ll be theatre twelve, on the left side..”

You look at his name tag- Yuji.

How fucking cute.

The stars above have the two of your tilting your heads to stare at each other for a second longer than a casual glance. And a serpentine smile flits your face. He sweetly, nervously grins back as you say the sweetest thank you! You even wave, like the silly, cute thing you are- yin and yang with the devilish desire to rip him apart with your teeth, to watch him twitch under your grasp. Poor boy- it's a good thing he's on the clock, paid to be nice.

Looking back, you motion your friends to keep up with you as you go to grab the M&Ms you’ve been craving since back at the Asian restaurant. They trail behind, and you walk with a sway, knowing he’s watching you instead of guiding the next round of movie goers.

It’s your turn to buy, you offered. The boyfriend paid for your dinner (as he does every time because he makes a little too much money not to spoil his girlfriend’s best friend), so it’s only right to pay an outrageous thirty dollars for your candy and their drinks.

You’re waiting for said best friend to fill up your soon to be shared soda, and catch sight of Yuji again. He’s wandering away from his post, passing right by your seeing eyes. Heedlessly, you watch as the manager questions him.

“Where are you going?”

Yuji must do this often, based on the expression his supervisor wears.

“To the bathroom?”

The manager, with curly hair and a baritone voice, scoffs, watching Yuji walk off with gaunt, unsurprised eyes. Your friends gather your attention, the bandwidth of a carrot, and you smile with your candy in hand- your ticket in hand.

It takes a moment before you’re actually following them, gaze on the boy walking to the bathroom and digging around in his pocket. What could he possibly be doing- whoops.

The two of you make eye contact again; this time you look away, a prickle of embarrassment spreading through your fingers as you nudge the ticket into your purse pocket.

“Come on,” the boyfriend complains, motioning to you with his hands as to say let’s fucking go.

And you shrug, feet falling into place with them as you go to theatre twelve.

“Sorry, he’s cute.”

[spillwayyz]

[saturnniidae]

Is this a safe space to admit I fucking hate Hiccup's rtte model.

I don't like how red kind of takes over his color palette (imo it's better as an accent color for him) and also. He's so fucking ugly??? Not in a 'im whining bc I don't think he's attractive enough' way, in a 'my god why tf is he so pasty and his lips are weirdly pink?? His freckles are gone and he's generally unpleasant to look at' way.

[angelpuns]

Guess who just found out the caramel he's been eating is supposed to be refrigerated after opening-

[rewrite-canon]

me when sad media piece about romantic relationship: light work no reaction

me when sad media piece about sibling dynamic: oh. okay. its got a little kick.

me when sad media piece about child-parental figure dynamic: LET ME GET UP LET ME GET UP LET ME GET UP ELT MEGET UP ELT ME GET UP ELTMR FJETY UP LEGBR LE FEOT UP