#yayyyy yippeeeeee

[justablah56]

omg I just remembered it's pi day <3 yay <3

[feralposting]

The context is you’re such a good boy! And you’d be so easy to drop deep and toy with x

hehehe waow :333333

okay <3 yay <3

[basilhusband]

i'll draw again soon i will im doing comms and working on other things it has been a stressful week but i got back on testosterone today!!!!!!!!

[rodawgg]

HELLO ur animation of king candybug is sosocool kc/turbo animation prompts for u: - guzzling motor oil - bouncing sour bill like basketball - pushing vanellope away with that scepter/cane thing he has - on the throne listening to a citizen's grievances/requests, but nodding off (sleepy old man) - exploding into candy confetti - devouring a candy citizen like a snake no worries if u dont get to all or any of em 👍 and no need to follow the prompt to a t if you decide to do one

YAYAYYYY THANK OYUUUUU these are so good i am FEASTING alsooo huhuhuuhggfhfghjdfggsk i made the thing,,, ghfdjhghls

[moookar]

I had such a good day today

[xochimillilili]

I think this is quite literally the happiest birthday I have ever fucking had viva the fucking xochi <3

[vonlipvig]

GAGGGGG OKAYYYYYYYYY

[possum-tooth]

we're here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[valentineveils]

WE HAVE VALENTINE I REPEAT WE HAVE VALENTINE ! ! !

[pavlikbuonarroti]

AAAAAAAAA

[justablah56]

earlier tonight I was like oh I'm definitely not going to be staying up til 4 am when the exchange gifts start coming out, I'm just gonna schedule mine and I'll get to them in the morning ^-^ and then. I did not do that <3 but it's very fun to see all the stuff people have made for eachother

im literally doing this rn this is so fun

[eriecanal]

YIPPEE MARINERS <3

[alaskan-wallflower]

here it is!

tw for alcohol and suicide implications and s/h mentions

When the Curtis parents died, the day after the funeral Darry was at a job interview pretending like nothing happened. Because in his mind nothing did happen. he planned the interview a week prior. His parents are still alive and well. He’s not single parenting his brothers. He’s not more of a father than a brother. he didn’t just watch his parents be buried. he didn’t. He tells himself as such. And he immediately gets the job and starts working his tail off. But he’s providing for his brothers and his parents. They’re not dead. They’re not dead. months go by and around three months later darry is in his room alone. He just heard Ponyboy mention he would rather have Soda stay with him at night over Darry. That was fine. It was all fine. Everything was fine. Nothing was fine. He wasn’t fine. He wouldn’t be fine. It hurt. It hurt. It HURT- He nodded. That night he slept with his door cracked open with the small sliver of hope that Pony would choose him again. That they could go back to old times. That Pony was still able to get out of bed. That Soda would genuinely smile instead of putting on a forced facade because he was essentially gluing them together. He spends a few hours just staring at the ceiling before something catches his eye. His football trophy. He swears he hears his dads voice telling him “It’s gonna be okay, Junior.” and Darry loses it. He closes the door and just absolutely breaks down. He shoves away all his football trophies. He doesn’t bother being careful. It’s all gone. His old life is all gone and this is going with it. he doesn’t bother being careful. His parents are home and there’s nothing he can do. After he shoves the box of now half broken football trophies away he sneaks downstairs to the liquor cabinet. He hasn’t done it much. He had gotten a bit tipsy with Two Bit and his old Soc friends Damn them. Damn them all to hell on more than one occasion but he knew that was going to be nothing like what he was about to do. He wanted closure. he wanted to feel numb. And so he grabbed the bottle of his father’s favorite brand that he’d let Darry have a few sips from as a late teen and sneaks back upstairs and closes the door. He looks at his old football uniform. He wants them back. He stares at it. He needs them back. He remembers the nights he spent quietly crying because he didn’t think he would make it on the team, or he didn’t think they had enough money to buy a uniform. Dad? Where was he? He’d come back… But he also remembers on his thirteenth birthday where his dad had worked double shifts the entire month and scraped together the money for a uniform. He looked on the back. “Curtis 23.” it read. he took it off the wall and held it. Dad? Then he approaches his helmet. His father had written on the inside of it. “I’m always proud of you, champ. Even when you can’t hear me say it.” Come back please come back I can’t do this without you, I CAN’T DO IT-

And he looks into his reflection on the dark surface of the helmet. There he sees his dad. But it isn’t his dad…it’s him. It’s his reflection. It’s him…shards and shatters…him, shards and shatters, HIM…shards and shatters… He’s not coming back. He blinks once and it fades away and all that’s left is his broken facial expression as he cups a hand over his mouth to muffle his sobs. You’re supposed to be strong He pops the top off the liquor bottle and drinks it. it burns. Like their bodies now buried under the ground- He knows in twenty minutes the pain will dull. Oh god it hurts It always did. They’re dead He spots his switchblade. He needed her back The one his mother had protested against him having but his father insisted he would need it. He didn’t need the fucking weapon HE NEEDED HIS PARENTS- Hell, was social status so dangerous that *his own father* thought he had to carry one? The drunken haze came quicker than he thought. Get out of my head It hit especially hard in his empty stomach, which gurgled and churned with alcohol and despair. Get…out… He stared into the knife before thinking. They’d be better off without him. His parents were dead and it was all his fault He couldn’t even hold it to whether. He had been sneaking alcohol like a grounded kid on more than one occasion. His fault He imagined Soda and Pony sleeping in the next room. He imagined them and how they seemed to get along so well and he wished he could go back and not take his younger brothers’s clingy love for granted. They’re not dead He didn’t even realize what he was doing until he saw red on his hands. They’re not gone Even in his drunken state he knew what he was trying to do. He couldn’t take living anymore. They’re just on a date night Not like this. Not without his dad. But he had to keep going. They would come home For his brothers. He was conflicted. but he pulled himself together. He bandaged his wrists sloppily and didn’t register anything until he woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, crusted blood surrounding where his throbbing wrists were and the stench of alcohol and vomit filling his room.

They were dead. They were dead and they weren’t coming back.

hol up i did write an angsty darry fic lemme find it

[wegtable]

[mechawolfie]

PRINCESS ARETE HAS SUBS ON 9ANIME NOW

[cranappleoat]

fucking giggling and smiling and grinning you literally yuo just