#thanks a lot

[huzkteeth]

Thank you @simmmmmo and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!

THANKSSSSS SOOOO MUCHHHH!! GRRRRR I WANNA HUG YOU ALL!! I wish i could get this amount of love on my other social media platform!! HAHAHA (insta btw ugh hellhole) ANYWAYS THANKS SO MUCH! If i could give yall brownies i would!!

FURSONNAAAAAAA!!!! first art!! first account!!

[pato-roldnart]

"He pulls himself together for the exchange of rings, which is the most wonderful thing Harry’s done in his life."

In the Presence of My Enemy

Commission for @dodgerkedavra fic!!!!!

Thank you so much for commissioning! I'm happy I could draw drarry and design their clothes 🥰🥰, it's always my favourite part jejeje

[cirr0stratus]

And just to lay with you,

there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do

save lay my rifle down

based on This, aka my new holy text

[goldenflowerdragon]

Well if I wasnt having an emotional day, I AM NOW

Alternative Universe

So, yeah. I've been waiting for this prompt for weeks...

When I thought about, what universe could be an alternative to mine, I thought of if Ana was still human, and Leo was half-Kraang.

Then I realized "oh, it's @rufwooff "Never part again" au". So we talked, and, yeah, with their permission I came with an idea (a li-i-ittle inspired by Violet Evergarden, yes) for a comic and we drew it together in collaboration.

@tmnt-ocxcanon-comp

Vote for Ana and Leo here~

[sexlapis]

gege just drops this hottie and leaves???

[minslune]

HAPPY 1.OOO FOLLOWERS ૮₍ 𝁽ܫ𝁽 ₎ა

woah this is so insane, im literally screaming my lungs out and sobbing loudly... this has to be one of the most amazing thing ever, because i haven't felt this happy in forever (?) you guys made me smile the widest, i can't even express it with words !!

making this blog was the best decision ever, i met so many amazing people on here that always loved my posts and gave me the biggest support ever. i feel lucky to experience this type of love with you guys. i'm beyond thankful for every single one of you. thanks a lot for supporting me and loving me and the things i post. you all are so precious to me.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K !! I LOVE YOU ALL

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[currentlyincognitoperson]

I'm going to need an infinite amount of business days of sleep to get over this are you KIDDING.

[jimmydeantofu]

This lesbian has me in a chokehold rn.

[melchiordommik]

Me: I think I might try posting on Twitter again

Twitter immediately gets banned on my country

Oh okay never fucking mind then

[ripjimmilton]

THANK YOU GUYS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS WHOOPIEEEEE!!! \(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)/

[muckyschmuck]

june 25th, international hug a deer day

[miss-pauling-in-situations]

miss Pauling in skibidi toilet (anonymous because I don't want anyone to know I asked this)

maybe making this blog was a mistake

today. miss Pauling. is. sighs. in skibidi toilet

[artisthedgehog]

The hardest thing in the world is trying to resist saying "and every time we kiss..." when someone starts a sentence with "every time"

[happy-out]

CLASS OF '07 (2023) Do you remember a chick from our year called Laura Cunningham? Uh... no, why? She died, dude. Look, there's this sad little memorial plaque.

[youmeansus]

Feel pretty exhausted tbh, so much to do, so little time and the pressure is rising… only them and this great fandom keep me up… thx to all of you

[foxssleeplessness]

So, I just started writing a Hangster fic based on this TikTok and wanted some feedback so here's the really small part I wrote today. I promise this is not the entire fic, this is just the drunken bad idea that started it all. Keep in mind this is during the beginning of their careers, before they hate each other's guts. See more below the cut

It happened between two country songs, with their elbows on the sticky bar table and one too many beers in hand. Bradley’s hair was messed up and Jake’s smile was drunkenly relaxed.

“We should get married.”

Jake had meant it as a joke, but in his intoxicated state, he found it actually was a pretty damn good way to solve their mutual problem. In front of him, Bradley’s eyes had widened. His mouth opened once, twice, three times before any coherent sentence could come out of it.

“Why?” Okay, maybe not an entire sentence. 

Jake waved his half-empty beer around with a shrug as if it was a valid answer. His drinking companion’s confused face told him it wasn’t.

“Well,” he started, “first of all, I want to beat Javy to it.” Bradley snorted before downing the last of his drink. “Last of all, we’d get out of the barracks.”

The thunk of a glass bottle being heavily put down on the table didn’t startle Jake, but the scream did.

“What?!” Bradley exclaimed. He looked as if Jake had just told him he was a Genie and that he could solve all his problems on the spot. 

Jake nodded seriously as he also finished up his beer. He’d heard Bradley complain loudly and so often about the barracks and how it was unfair higher ranking officers got better housing (even if it was just that, military housing) than them that he’d done his research (asked Javy) and learned about married life benefits. Of course, he’d never believed it was accessible to him - seeing as his dating life was more dead than anyone ever buried or cremated in humanity’s history - but he’d always hoped deep down to get out of those shitty barracks. 

“You’re not joking, please tell me you’re not joking.” 

Jake put his hand on his chest, not where his heart was. “I swear it on my nan’s grave.”

Bradley rolled his eyes. “Your grandma’s well and alive.”

Jake paused. His grandmother was, in fact, living her best life in a nursing home back in Texas. 

“On my old man’s grave than.” Even if the bastard wasn’t worth much in this conversation.

Bradley hummed approvingly as he pulled out his phone and started typing something on it. He scrolled for a few seconds while the opening chords of Foghat’s Slow Ride rung out before nodding and showing Jake the screen. It depicted the location of so called “County Clerk Recorder” with the section “Express Marriage Services 24/7” opened. The rings were even offered on the spot for 20 bucks. Jake looked up from the phone to Bradley.

“We are so getting out of those shitty barracks,” Bradley said seriously and, in their drunk state, it was such a good fucking idea, why wouldn’t they get married. It was for a perfectly good and reasonable reason, after all.