i’m feeling so exhausted today, ow.
Yo, so, do all bears have to take strength restrictions pills in BEASTARS or is it just for the bears that fall under the carnivores label?
Someone said Sochi quali top 2 = gay rights.
what do you fucking mean there's a new teen wolf movie coming out soon what the fuck didn't that series end years ago or something? is the movie gonna be called adult wolf or something? but also what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck
missed 🐷 so much the other night it was unreal
Uh, a little drawing of Lil Nas X bc he’s just 💖🥺✨😍🤩😭👏🏻💖
up to this point i sincerely believed that the actor cast of mario movie will be taking part in live action, so i thought “huh, id love to see these pretty male actors pull off the lil funny italian bros look then!”
then i realized that they’re supposed to be voice actors... that’s just a bizarre choice of talent...
Inosuke: Sour worms are disgusting
Tanjiro: You're talking about the candy, right?
Tanjiro, sweating: ...you're talking about the candy...right?!
I just watched The Proposal for like the fifth time and have decided that I need a KiriBaku fanfic of it with Bakugo as Sandra Bullock and Kirishima as Ryan Reynolds
Nah we scrapping the rosebird prompt and starting over. I simply hate the way it turned out.
tfw your crush admits that you liking them is weird.......
Y'all sometimes I get second hand embarrassment from my own writing like damn
Finally getting around to drawing some Leatherhead and Donatello 🐊🐢
i finally got water and landed. dancing arthur did this for me.
I- is that?
Is that what I think that is?
In the hot, airless chamber of the Ossuary's library, Yihn sits, tucked like a tooth in the closed mouth of a room.
He allows himself a daydream, stuck as he is between pages of ancient aetheric dissertations and magickal theses: if he were to taste success, he wonders, what would it remind him of? How would it feel on his tongue? Heavy, bitter? Nothing at all?
He dreams, his mind casting back to his childhood in the desert: maybe it would be sweet, like the honey his sisters stole one afternoon straight from the hive, dense and cloying as it filled his mouth.
Maybe it would be a heat, like the red spice whose name he could never recall, the one like a fire in his mouth, like smoke and pepper and the comfort of affinity.
Thirst would be the most terrible, he thought, the taste of drought: keen and dry like dust in his mouth, enough to drive him to obsession for want of drink.
Risin from the ashes, if ya will.