My Partner Doesn’t Use Pet Names Nearly As Much As I Do, Which Is Very Funny Because I Will Crack My

Bringer of Light by Alexey Egorov

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I forgot I have to be active here so here’s my Twitter tutorial on how to draw folds I made a while back to help a friend!

I'd noticed these spaces melt into each other recently and had my friend @seshrat help cook this up :)

imagine being born in the ace attorney universe with a name like Rick R. Mortis and just knowing you are not built to last

A WarioWare spoof of Big Bill Hell's I made months ago for a Discord server. I figured now would be appropriate to share it here.

Deciphering. Let the bloody CWs begin!

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Let the pain begin x) That whole episode with young Nick in court can be looked at from a different, non-comedic perspective. There was not just a pathetic crying boy, but actually a young man who was trying to protect his beloved and until the last minute he couldn't believe that she didn't love him, despised him, and wanted to kill him. And something tells me that even after finding out the truth about her, Nick didn't get over it that easily. A wound like that doesn't heal quickly. So even with all the signs that things are different with Edgie, it's hard for Nick to get past the dread of not getting fucked immediately after confessing his love. Now that's a theme that I want to explore. Fasten your seat belts. It's not gonna get any less bloody.

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‘redditors need to know this’, ‘twitterinas need to know that’… no. you need to know one thing and that is that you are not allowed to complain about werewolf fuckers. this is the werewolf fucking website. grow up and go fuck a werewolf.

"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?

Have you ever considered how fucking astonishing babies crying is?

The young of other animals don’t make noise, or if they do, barely any at all. Baby birds only start chirping when their parents come back with the food, kittens meow to their mothers because cat communication is extremely subtle and drawing your caretaker’s attention may require a sound when you have eight siblings. At this point, they can already see and walk.

 But human babies? Crying is essentially the first willful action that they learn. Months before being able to move on your own, or even hold your own fucking head up, or being able to choose when and where you defecate. Before anything else, a skill more valuable than anything else, is a distress call.

 A distress call specifically intended to be impossible to ignore.

 Before object permanence or theory of mind, without even an understanding of what help they need, who could provide it, and whether they choose to do so, a human being is capable of expressing that there is something wrong in the state they are in, that they are powerless to correct on their own.

 This is what was evolutionarily selected above silent babies that did not attract predators. This is what was selected instead of young who could instantly walk. This is what was selected as the ideal offspring for the human race. Not one that runs. Not one that hides. Not one that can fend for itself. A creature that can communicate, if only the simplest, most inherent message: I need help.