#so yeah uh

[missazura]

I just woke up from a dream where I was canceled on twitter bc i mentioned a k pop group that I don't even listen to and their fans were pissed at me and started doxxing real life pics of me and my family, which was horrible on itself

I was trying to ask for help from my friends? I think? I don't know them irl, but I was in the group with them in the dream. She said she can help me sue them

The whole printed evidence of said doxxing vanishes into thin air. The friend gets up and leaves bc it takes me too much time to flip through this book/ folder thingy to find it. I was frustrated, I wanted to cry

Then as i through the pages back and forth trying to find those papers

I saw pencil drawings of Bill pop up in it's place

Saying that he can fix this whole thing

I ignored one. Then I flip to another page. He's there, still asking me "Are you sure? All it takes is just one deal!" I flipped through those. It just kept showing up more and more until I closed the book/folder up

I'm so glad that was just a dream, that was a scary situation to experience

[laugtherhyena]

I hate her. (Do i even need to say I'm lying?)

[thesinisterseventh]

She walked out of the aquarium gift shop with a seahorse plushie.

I walked out of the aquarium with a fiancée.

I love you more than anything, Isabel.

[cyazurai]

Well. The NSB just took a tragic turn. :/

[fandoms-spamdom]

It’s 4 AM but tumblr I need to tell you a story

[cgi-heart-eyes]

just a quick reminder that the byers family is jewish

[rockcat2112]

Here we gooooo

LGBTQ+ folk what was your gender/sexuality pipeline?

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[thatonebluedog]

Guys I wanna draw so bad. But it's 1 am and I'm tired and sick and sore from doing a CPR practical for school the other day and also I have an English assignment that was due four hours ago which I've barely started as well as two other assessments due next week one of which I have to completely finish over the weekend because it's due on Monday and it's a drama assignment that involves me speaking a lot and I can hardly speak because my throat is so fucking sore

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I am such a big Werewolf Stan advocate I had to jump on this particular train 🙏 (but I didn't really wanna commit to full line art, you guys understand)

Oh, and you guys aren't gonna believe this, but here's part two 🙌

[wildsymposiums]

OP I feel the need to introduce you to Arpeggio of Blue Steel, a literal “our battleships are all anime girls” anime.

[kenchann]

dumb lil yuu doodles 🍊

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

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[wasyago]

etho doodles. tried to change my base design but failed miserably...