#uou

[zhimaqiu]

Why does it have to be UoUW. That's like a gay emoji. UoU and W as hand down. Like forget that it's got two fingers

[juntapacai]

Por que você ainda tenta? - 03/11/2023

Segue-se a pergunta, de fato foi totalmente acidental a criação desta dualidade em peças totalmente distintas, nesta tentei emular um papel de parede usando uma paleta tricolor de duas quentes e uma fria, os scripts foram retirados diretamente do Kirby Dream Land 3, grande jogo, e são do Rick o hamster

[picklesruinlives]

tu volveras

[fail-sco0b]

i am mentally sound and capable!!!!!

[joyfulmilkshakeninja]

Y-4

[mosaic-marquise]

Thankful everyday for folks who share recipes on the internet for stuff you can cook by just throwing a bunch of chopped veggies, herbs, spices and whatever into a big pot with broth and let to sit to cook. What a gift UwU

[givenscribbles]

@blooky8

[lungthief]

after my fall out boy concert i told my mom that they played my second favorite fall out boy song of all time (headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet) and she asked what the song was called (it’s called headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet) so i immediately answered “headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet” and she turned to me and said “there’s no way that’s the name of the song” which gave me the incredible privilege of saying “alexa play ‘headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet’ by fall out boy” to which the alexa responded “NOW PLAYING ‘HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET’ BY FALL OUT BOY” and my mother promptly walked out of the room

[koddlet]

some people have asked about making zines, and i've seen a lot of people in the tags talk about wanting to make some but don't know how... so here is a zine (technically two) about making zines! wowza! pardon the handwriting lol

there are other methods of making zines that require a stapler or sewing, but this one-page zine is the simplest form of it.

i hope this makes sense, feel free to ask if anything is unclear :]

[juntapacai]

Passaporte do passado - Grande morte a frente

Criado em 20/09/2023

Esse aqui é o outro que tentei usar mais cores, não que os anteriores fosse fidedignos aos originais neste requisito, Finura do Vento e Armada dos Três T sendo os mais óbvios para mim até então. Esse aqui foi divertido de se criar. A morte que referencio é a extinção do Permiano, entretanto nenhum dos animais presentes nesta montagem são deste período e me surpreendo por não incluir nenhum predador dente de sabre.

O conceito é legal, obter um passaporte que lhe possibilita visitar o passado do planeta por tempo limitado, talvez envolvesse voltar ao seu país em um período onde, quem sabe, o Brasil é um enorme deserto pois é começo do Triássico e o lugar que você está é Rio Branco,no Acre indo por ai

Daria uma ótima desculpa para fotografar a vida selvagem ou até mesmo a caça regulamentada

Oitavo:

[stout-stoat]

ouo

Imma do this because I’m fucking bored.

What’s your url?

Now take away any and all numbers (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,0), take away the letters F, Z, M, Q, L, H, B, T, P, E, A, Y, S, B, D, and X, take away all dashes (-),

What’s your new fucked up version of your url?

crustycreature

crucrur

[plutonian-rockstar]

Your trio , soooo cute.and best wedding.

Just me cute UsU (⁠┛⁠✧���Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

Weddings? I dont know any hfhdhfhfhfj

[syn4k]

i check twitter to see if any of the hermits have said anything about who's on the s10 whitelist. Xisuma has tweeted. I laugh so loud I startle my cat.

[heavenbarnes]

Just thought abt olderbf!simon fucking you in his rugby/football jersey and growling right in your ear something about giving you a pretty ring on your finger and his last name

there is nothing older bf!simon wants more than to see “RILEY” across your back as he’s hitting it from behind.

it’s only sunday morning local-rec-over-21’s rugby. it’s nothing special.

but there is you on the side lines, so cold he can see your breath and wrapped up in one of his thicker jackets.

he likes the way you smile and do a little jump when it’s a penalty for his team.

and he likes that little frown you get when someone tries to take him off at the knees.

and he really likes the way you get a little dazed when he’s tackling sorry bastards across the grass.

that same dazed look you get when he comes off the pitch covered in mud and smelling like sweat. when you pass him a towel and tell him to shower at home.

which is actually code for “get me home now and i’ll do that thing you like”

and it leads him to this, bending you over on the bed so he can see his last name stretched across your shoulders and imagine what it’ll be like when it’s finally yours.

he can feel the caveman-primal-madness coursing through him when he sees you with his name on his back. inexplicably hard at the thought-

the thought of you as his.

and whilst he hasn’t got it all planned out yet, he can pretend like he does. when he presses his chest to your back so you can hear his voice loud and clear.

“y’all mine? hmm? get t’keep y’forever? till death n’all that?”

[r3d1ke]

@robyn-goodfellowe

aquarium outfit inspo

[willowser]

katsuki wakes up to little fingers walking up the curve of his bicep.

his son is sitting there at the head of the bed, right next to him, waiting, and when katsuki opens one bleary eye to peek up at him, the little boy very casually says,

"hey, dad."

it's the middle of the day. katsuki's been on night patrol for the past week and it's, unfortunately, starting to finally catch up to him; through the first few days, he was able to keep constant with you and your son's schedule, even if he was exhausted, but he'd hit the couch the minute he'd come inside this morning and, truthfully, he doesn't remember getting up for the bed at all.

when katsuki gives a little grunt of acknowledgement, the little boy continues, scooching close enough that his knees are pressed against his dad's arm. "um, can i play that jumping game on your phone?"

even half-asleep, katsuki snorts. there's a small puddle of drool that's gathered on the pillow under his head, and he frowns, stretching out his arms before rolling onto his back. "not right now."

the little boy lets out a heavy sigh, as if the answer has greatly disappointed him, but he says, "okay."

katsuki nearly falls back to sleep—even though his son scoots closer, until they're touching again—but he raises his head at the soft sound of your voice.

"hey, c'mon," you murmur from the foot of the bed, holding out your arms even if the little boy is too big to be babied anymore. "let daddy sleep, come sit with me while i wait for your stinky clothes to finish washing."

you're pretty, katsuki thinks, taking a long look at the jeans hugging your hips, how the color of your shirt compliments your skin, and he cements it to the forefront of his mind as he drops his head back down. it's easier to relax like this: thinking of you, gentle and safe inside your home.

but the little boy at his side whines, grouchy enough that katsuki peeks one eye at him again. "no," he grumbles, scooting into the crevice of his dad's armpit when you reach a little further for him. "i wanna take a nap, too."

you let out a little sigh. "oh, you do? little boy, you never want to take a nap."

"yes i do!"

"hey," katsuki croaks, frowning at his son for the arguing—and the boy knows it; he shuts his lips, casting you a quick look before laying back, head resting on katsuki's shoulder. "'s'fine," he tells you, shaking his head when you pout at him apologetically. "he says he's gonna nap, he's gonna nap."

your son nods, the soft of his hair ruffling against katsuki's nose. "mommy can nap, too."

"yeah," katsuki pats the bed through his yawn, dropping his head back one final time, as his eyes shut. "can nap, too."

"mommy has things to do," you press a kiss to katsuki's forehead, and then lean over to press another onto your son. "but you gotta sleep, okay? no goofing around."

katsuki feels the nudge of his son's nose as he turns his head into him, hair tickling him again as he nods—and for a while, he's still, quiet enough that katsuki can mostly fall back to sleep.

but after a few minutes, he can hear the soft sounds of his lips moving as he talks to himself, whispers little stories katsuki knows you've told him before, and he even lightly touches his fingers to the scar beneath katsuki's eye; poking at the ones on his shoulders; the edge of the one on his chest, peeking up over the blanket.

the little boy doesn't sleep, and katsuki doesn't either, really, but—he doesn't mind too much.