#no i'm not bitter shut up

[belliesandburps]

Wrong kink, DC...

I keep saying just give us vore, belly and burp lovers a bone here and there.  Give us a few panels of Croc bloated and burping his ass off.  Or Clayface, King Shark, Orca, Parasite, any of ‘em!  I don’t ask for much.  None of us do!  But you know we consume (lol) your content!

...And what do you give us instead, DC?

Fucking Mpreg Joker...

Fucking.  CANON.  Mpreg.  Joker.

...

I mean, for those who are into it, go nuts I guess, but come on, DC...you’re literally just doing that to confuse the normies who are just gonna rightfully mock you for this.  We would’ve showered you with praise and the normies wouldn’t bat (lol) an eye because that’s completely normal for Croc.

You did it for the clicks, because you’re a bunch of shameless bastards.  All I’m saying is you’d get more from us without weirding a bunch of normies out.

You made your bed, now lie in it, you hacks...

[jade-of-mourning]

would their music sound like mcr, paramore, deftones, slipknot, or evanescene? we may never know…

(og caption lol: ah it's a redraw of the a-band i drew some time back except i this time committed to the shiggy-hand-fries bit

lately i've been telling myself that cringe is dead a lot. idk how they got a chokehold on my brain again because allowing bnha to reclaim any space in my brain ever was not on my bingo card of life actually. but it happened)

check out the fries also i literally just realized i failed to draw the frets and all texture ummmmmmm anyway

[buttercup-barf]

An assortment of doodles!

Some Pavels. (Wouldn't it pluralise like Pavli? Since it's a Russian name...) He's from @/ali-borsch's Vodka Tower "AU", and he's like if a man was also a man and was also a man. Cool guy!

And right under the Cool Aroace Man is my Pepstavo propaganda. I truly am Not Like Other Boys[tm].

OC time! Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. He makes me sick to my stomach.

Contemplating bringing back his curly hair from loooooong ago. (Although not like it matters what hair he's have anyway because his gruesome death and subsequent resurrection as Tin Man: Loser Edition takes his hair away anyway.)

[bubbleteasing]

"This is the winner of this year's Sans poll! His name is Cone and he isn't actually a skeleton! He's a mint and chocolate chip ice cream cone with wheels, he hates puns and doesn't have a Papyrus nor is he related to Undertale in any way, shape or form! Thank you for voting :)"

[lilacpaperbird]

I get genuinely sick to my stomach when I think about all the angsty edits we could've made in this fandom if we had had one of those pre-series flashbacks episodes where they showed sam leaving for stanford !!! it's such crucial missing piece omfg

and on the one hand I understand that finding actors to play sam and dean at that age without it being jarring would've been difficult. but idk they could've DONE something if they had WANTED to !! like they could've given me a 10 second scene without dialogue with a Generic Young Man Wearing Dean's Leather Jacket (shot from behind so we only see his back) looking at fucking Colin Ford (god bless him and his sam-likeness) hurriedly walking away with a duffle bag on his shoulder, shot in the dark in the middle of the night so we don't have to see his face too much either. SEE ?? IT COULD'VE BEEN DONE omfg this pisses me offfff istg

[bylertruther]

"will is soooooooooooo buff he could lift mike with just his pinky omgggggg he's so much bigger and stronger and masculine and—"

and then this is the will in question:

[rimouskis]

also as a society plagued by wealth inequality and rising cost of living we really need to address how we show love through money. like I offered to come over to help them decorate their new house so many times and they kept refusing me 😞 I wanted to help them paint! but noooooooo

[on-stolen-sunbeams]

There was a donut shop I used to pass on my walk to school senior year. I remember those pastel mornings well; the soft clouds of steam rising gently from outside vents, the way the world stood quiet, only interrupted by occasional puttering of an old pickup turning into the parking lot. It was in an old plaza, with flat, squat buildings and slightly garish, brightly colored signage. Every so often, if the breeze blew right, you could smell the faint aroma of coffee wafting your way. If you walked past early enough, sometimes you'd catch the glow of twinkle lights adorning the fence, still on from the night before and not yet washed out by sunlight. It was softer, somehow, a gentler, simpler place than the tall corporate-sleek tech companies, all silver and chrome, that came before. A kinder, more subdued plane of existence a few hundred feet down the road cloaked in goldenhour magic.

I once promised myself I'd stop by sometime, walk to school with a maple-glazed pastry in hand or curl up in the outdoor seating area and watch the sunrise. The shop opened early enough, after all. But I never did keep that promise. I regret it now.

It might just be the heartsick for yesteryear part of me, wedged somewhere beneath my ribcage like a particularly uncooperative splinter. But there's something pinprick painful about those unfulfilled promises. Not just about a warm donut, but penciled lists in childish handwriting with big dreams, so full of heart, leaving no room for much else. the complete and utter conviction in a happy ending. now I swirl bittersweet. Kids have the kind of faith that could take them to the stars should they only wish to glance a meteor. I know my younger self would lend me grace and sweet forgiveness that I can no longer afford, but I refuse to make a habit of accepting the priceless for free.

I'm not where I wanted to be. I didn't dream of dinner conversations under a veneer of disappointment and gray days, or pray to spend my days desperately clutching at mediocrity, of blending into wallpaper and counting down days torn between relief and dread.

It's easy to twist words into a new genre, a new form, cut sentences at the root and move them somewhere better. It's much harder to replant ampersand ambitions. I can't explain how things warped until they splintered. There's no clearcut reason for the way things are opposed to how they should've been. I don't want to look back and gloss over the regret, but averting my eyes is the least painful option, because it hurts, the twin desires to patch up youthful hopes and grind them to dust beneath my heel.

I don't know how this one ends. There's no moral, no central thesis I can cling to. I should've woven some kind of unifying theme, embedded details like a trail of breadcrumbs to an inevitable conclusion instead of throwing darts in the direction of a last page. The ending is still vague and uncertain. The story's not over yet.

Maybe I'll close with a zoomed in shot of a plane ticket, then a morning treat, some lesson in how it's never too late. The credits will roll into a lovely dawn sky, the focus will drag across a half-full coffee cup and evoke some sense of closure and peace. Onwards and upwards, it gets better. Maybe the shop's closed now, and the story ends with a solitary figure walking away, head heavy. the scene closes and you exit with a sour aftertaste and a wasted journey. I'm not cruel enough to spread regret like poisoned dandelion seeds in spring but sometimes it bleeds into the syllables. Maybe it fades off. I never visit, never wonder, slam the door shut and pretend today is day one and everything that came before never existed. Nostalgia sucks, but every open wound eventually scars over and flattens if you leave it be. Perhaps this one will too.

It's still too early to tell.

Some seven-year old part of me promises it will be alright. My seventeen year-old shade looks on with distrustful desperation. 

(I hope I do right by her.)

[empirenowmp3]

European part of a world tour and it's just.... six countries

Why are so many k-pop companies allergic to any place east of Berlin is beyond me

[crayonurchin]

LinkedIn baby-cakes honeybun sweetie-pie unless one of these companies is going to pay me something to whore out then I don't care about their lusty eyes

[thebirdandhersong]

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[zahra-hydris]

thinking of a second rook: a milf grey warden (who will likely smooch emmrich) 😌

[rock-a-noodle]

Sometimes I just remember when I was ten and I did this program that pulled out special education students out of school to go swimming (helps with motor skills) and the lady driving the bus got annoyed with me and said I was too slow.

Like

Bitch

You're driving a fucking mini school bus of neurodivergent children and some of us don't move fast because of mobility issues and/or motor delays.

[nothergator]

I like to think eyeglasses canonically exist in PIDW because Airplane wanted to include the "glasses girl" type as a wife, so there are just people walking around ancient china with modern eyeglasses and perfectly corrected vision and there's nothing Cucumber Bro can do about it.

[fabdante]

I was tagged by @thevampireauthoress (love u also) to share five songs I've been listening to lately (and I'm not going to put any Nirvana in it I promise)!

I scrounged by top songs of the month though I just kinda put one of my big playlists on shuffle when I'm at work these days and listen to whatever it gives me.

Creatures in Heaven by Glass Animals

Earth Death by Baths

Pg. 4 A Picture of Three Hedges by Julie

Wolf Like Me by TV on Radio

Free (One Day) by Narcy

Tagging: @derkem @destroyyaa @bigsister-watches @cainite-bite @ro-blaze @mocosa-media @neighborhoodlum and whomever else wants to do this!! (i love to see new songs so pls share!)

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i want to understand dating and such but i'm just so lazy to put in the effort and also no one likes me like that and i don't see the point in going after someone just on the off chance that somehow love manages to happen and also drama is stupid. i wanna know for the sake of it but also i could not be assed. i want to know to know but really what i want is friendship and cuddles.