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Serizawa asked him to check out Twice
Ray redesign I made on flat fuck friday because wow flying squirrels are rlly flat like actually its so funny
its like tossing a tortilla in the air and makin it fly, i love it
also mighty and ray are brothers your honor you’re welcome an’ g’night 😶🌫️😶🌫️😶🌫️
alllrighty, mb sleep deprived or mb adhd acting up
woah
Make out
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guys where did @jacksonsdiaryfan go. why does it say deactivated 😨😨😨
Art commission for @notkyaru of his OCs
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Oka, I plan on following everyone on tumblr
literally everyone
Please reblog so I can make this happen
a popular dohwa edit with mostly positive comments.. who would’ve thought we’d be here
Surprise (not) here's my favourite path girls again
oh my gosh
💚Harvester💀 Zoro & Soul guide 👻Luffy💜
neighbor bakugo, who swears he's going to fuck you because he's sick of being woken up by the buzz of your vibrator
“baby, i have some bad news.”
if it weren’t for the goofy smile on kuroo’s face, you’d be a little more concerned by his words.
he’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs—all dolled up in his white dress shirt and black trousers. his interview with the jva is in about an hour’s time, so of course you dragged yourself out of bed to see him off—for good luck and whatnot.
“ugh you’re right, that tie does not match,” you grin, wrapping your blanket around yourself as you stroll down the remaining steps. his tie is solid black, but you thought a joke would do him some good—that, and you just wanted to see the priceless look on his face.
“first of all, ouch.” he clutches his heart with his right hand, feigning hurt as he passes you the coffee mug from his left. “and second of all, it’s pouring out.”
“so? you’re not made of sugar,” you hum, slowly shuffling into the kitchen as you sip at the hot beverage. he trails not far behind, stopping beside you as you watch the droplets stream down the window.
“i mean, i am pretty sweet,” he grins, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.
“i think it’s pronounced lame,” you laugh. he peers down at you, and you can see the indent in his cheek from him biting down on the flesh—because heaven forbid you make him laugh.
he drops his arm from your shoulders, and swipes the coffee right out from under your nose. leaning against the counter, he tilts the cup back and downs the entire thing, finishing with an extra obnoxious ahh.
“as i was saying,” he pauses, sliding the empty mug onto the counter with a satisfied smirk. “you’ve seen my hair when it’s wet—totally not professional.”
“right, because your hair is so professional to begin with,” you respond, choking back a laugh of your own.
“hey, business in the front.” he smoothes a hand over his fringe before spinning on his heels and ruffling the locks at the rear of his head. “party in the back.”
“did you put that on your resume?” you ask, smiling as you watch him reach for a new coffee pod. he presses a few buttons, and within seconds you have a brand new cup brewing.
“yeah, i did.” he plants his hands on your hips, caging you between himself and the counter. “right under the paragraph about how sweet i am.”
he kisses you, and it’s innocent—no ulterior motives in sight. that is, until you pull him back in by his tie. you knew what you were doing, lighting that fire under his ass. now he’s overwhelming. the way he’s wedging his knee between your legs, taunting you with his little gasps that spill into your mouth—it’s making your head spin.
“how long do we have?” you breathe out, the urge to give him a little more than luck becoming all consuming.
he glances down, squinting to make out the tiny hands on his wrist. twelve minutes until he has to leave—more than enough time. he grips the back of your thighs, guiding you up onto the marble surface. the blanket that once hugged your figure is now discarded onto the floor, and now the warmth comes from his hands as they begin to wonder.
it’s the two of you versus the clock, and he’s not thinking with his head anymore—not that he usually does. he presses himself against you with force, and you have to plant your hands on the countertop for balance. but, it feels rather wet, and hot—and now the scorching cup of coffee that was waiting for you is settling into the fabric of kuroo’s dress pants. don’t get him wrong, he was all for making a mess, just not this kind.
“tetsu i,” you gasp, eyes widening as he pulls back with a hiss. the stain forming on his pants is practically invisible due to the dark material, but unfortunately for him—the splash zone wasn’t limited to just his lower half. “i have some bad news.”
A few of my favorite Pat pics for y'all, in case you needed them.
Chase was real as fuck for that.
A very stupid edit I did cuz why not. It's just earphones and stickers but it took 50 minutes. TvT
was that the bite of ‘87???
cross stitch of markiplier and fnaf by me!!
Consequences - Cover
It only gets more bizarre from this point, so let’s get W E I R D–
MY THEORY
about Sui Ishida:
• his birthday is on December (28th to be exact, I checked the Wikipedia, but it was so obvious reading the manga, like! Kaneki, Arima?)
• he has an older sister (Ayato, Yomo, Hinami (kinda?)Nishki)
• I think he has some, um, father issue? The only present father we know of would be Shuu's father, Mirumo Tsukiyama. The others died, sooner or later (Kaneki, Hinami, Aikra, Ayato & Touka... should I go on?)
He's an artist; artists put themselves into their art, their problems, desires. If you look closely at your own art, I think you might be surprised.
... yeah just some garbage i will prbbly delete, just keep scrolling
Me drawing a grown ass amab person in a bunny suit and bbg pose (im coping)(i promisedthat i would)(i love My bbg She deserves everyrhing for Her birthday)(only real ones know wjo im talking about)(IMNORMALIMNORMALIMNORMALIMRNONALRIMJORMAL)
Ok bye
I should be writing my philosophy essay but instead I'm here scrolling.
The Tomb of the Red King
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grian is a cactus wren, scar the cactus🐴🐴🐴…
forgot about tumblr for a while…. or purposefully neglected it
(made in heroforge btw aint no way i can 3d model bruh) a book reader has ATLEAST 1 dnd oc /j
uhh yeah anyways say hi to my kickass orc-gremlin gurliepop swag grandma that i will never use cuz i have no clue how dnd works :') ft: puppy dog ears cuz they glitched and i loved it so much that i kept it
Recently I found out that Chandelure can breed with Alcremie.
My shiny possessed chandelier, Edgar Linton, did it with a pile of whipped cream who I promptly named "Allie" afterwards..
I can't get over this