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[selenasgirltiffany21]

[guywhowatches]

A Festering Sleepover

There was a mixture of excitement and nervousness flowing through you as you knocked on the door. Being invited to a sleepover with 2 of the hottest guys in school felt like a dream come true, but also worrying, in hopes that you could impress them. The door then swung open and there he stood, Jason in his attractive, swaggering glory. With his messy blonde hair, cute jawline and slim, muscular build.

"Hey dude, glad you could make it. Brad's just upstairs and he's looking forward to getting his hands on you." He winked, before turning around and heading up the stairs. You quickly followed after him, though one thing that made you shocked was that he didn't have any pants on. He wore a grey shirt, but had his red underwear fully on display. Not that you were complaining, as it gave you a much better look at the outline of his globe like ass cheeks. You could barely contain your excitement thinking about what you would be getting up to. You'd put in the effort to make sure you looked your best, gelling your hair and wearing some fancy clothes.

Eventually, you got to Jason's room where he swung open the door to see Brad lying on the bed, and it was easy to say that he was just as stunning as Jason. Beautiful alluring blue eyes, slick brown hair and cute body overall. Just like Jason, he was also only wearing a grey shirt and underwear. There was something that excited you about that.

"Hey man, this the guy you were talking about? Thank god, I was starting to get a little cramped. Come on get in and let's get started". Brad then stood up and got under the covers of the bed, lifting it up inviting you over. As you quickly stepped towards him, you noticed an almost musky smell in the air. You tried not to let it distract you, but it was certainly noticeable. It couldn't be coming from Jason or Brad could it? They were both just too cute. You got under the covers next to him, only for Jason to get on the other side. You were now sandwiched between them. It was all happening so fast, not that you would complain.

"So, dude, what do you have planned?" Jason asked, and you just looked over at Brad, anticipating his answer. Whatever you did with them would be ok with you.

"Well man, I got a few movies we can watch, some snacks we can have and other stuff too." That sounded like a pretty cool night to you, just hanging out with the hottest guys you knew.

"Nice, and now we've got this guy with us we can- Wait, hold on." Jason stopped in his sentence and squinted his left eye a little. You were a little confused by this when suddenly a sound filled the room.

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A short but unmistakable sound came from the left of you. It was muffled by the bed cover, but there wasn't any doubt in what it was. Did Jason really just pass gas like that in front of you? There was just something rather un-sexy about that, that made you feel a tiny bit less attracted to him. Brad seemed to have the same reaction.

"Awww, really dude, already?" You were a bit confused by what he meant by 'already'. Also, you couldn't help but notice a little smile on his face. Jason just shrugged, clearly uncaring.

"Better out than in." He snickered. You hoped this was just a little joke and wanted to move on from it, so you decided to play along with Brad, hoping it would calm him down.

"Yeah dude, really?" For some reason though, once you'd said this, Jason's facial expression changed. He looked at you with a look with a narrowing look in his eyes that you weren't sure you liked. You turned to Brad for help, only to see him smirking at you.

"What's the matter, can't handle a bit of gas?" You began to stutter now, worrying if you'd accidently insulted them. That would be a terrible start.

"Maybe he just needs a first hand whiff?" Jason said, and before you could ask what that meant, he lifted the bed cover. As soon as he did so, you were hit with an eggy stink that caused you to cough. You were about to ask if this was some weird joke when suddenly you felt a grip on your shoulders. You looked to see that both Brad and Jason had grabbed you and, before you could even question this, they forced you under the blanket and sealed the cover.

You looked around, now trapped under the bed cover. To your left was Jason's red underwear cladded ass, and to the right was Brad's. Now that you were under here, you noticed that Brad was right about his reaction, as Jason air biscuit did particularly stink, especially up close to the source. Another thing you could unfortunately smell was how musky both their asses smelt. It was an instant turn off for you when compared to how they looked. You were surprised how much room there was and how your entire body was able to fit underneath. Perhaps you were just relatively small?

Was this some sort of sick joke? If so, you weren't laughing at all. If this is how they were going to treat you, then you were going to leave. No sleepover was worth this, not even with them. You tried to crawl out through the top of the cover, but no matter how much you tried to push against it, it wouldn't budge. They must be blocking it. You then tried to crawl out the bottom, but they were using their feet to keep that blocked as well. You looked back up and decided to call out.

"What's the meaning of this? Let me out!" You cried out, only to be met with a snigger.

"That sucks dude, is it cramped down there? Don't worry, I'll give you some AIR." You heard, what sounded like, Brad call out to you, only for Jason to laugh. It was a little hard to tell, as there voices were muffled. You wondered what he meant by that, when to your horror, you saw Brad lower half tilt to the side, his ass now pointing at you.

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It wasn't muffled by the blanket this time, and you got a full blast of the sound and smell. It was disgustingly meaty, something you never expected to come out of a guy as sexy as him. The worst part was that the smell was seeping out very slowly, leaving you forced to breath in most of it. You thrashed as hard as hard as you could at the cover trying to get out, but it wouldn't budge. They must've been pretty strong.

"Haha, hope that's better, now stay down there loser. This sleepover's only for real guys." Jason called out to you. You couldn't believe this had they really tricked you like that? Surely they couldn't keep you down here all night, could they?

You then heard what sounded like the TV switching and the both of them starting to watch a movie. You tried again, to push at the covers, desperately wanting to escape, but to no avail.

"Man, do you here all that noise coming from under the covers?" Jason asked Brad sarcastically.

"Oh yeah dude, I do. It's probably just me. You know what Chilli does to me." He then leaned over to the side again, much to your terror and effortlessly let out a...

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You coughed violently. That explained the meaty stink. They both then laughed again, before getting back to watching the movie. You didn't know what movie it was, but it sounded like some generic action film, with all the gunshots. It was best not to distract them, in case they farted on you again. It would be safer to just try and breath through your mouth until this was all over.

The movie was sadly longer than you hoped. Throughout it, you could here both of them talking and giggling with each other, acting as if you weren't there. They would also lean to the side, occasionally letting out burst of flatulence, making the atmosphere under the bed thicker.

As the film went on, you (unwillingly) learnt something about them both. Brad's farts were more airy and sounded like out of tune brass instruments. There was a strong stench of rotting meat from each of them, making sense as he did say he'd eaten chilli earlier. Jason's however, were more wet and sloppy, sounding like a broken lawnmower or a chainsaw. They certainly had the power of one. They also had a strong eggy scent that was making it difficult for you not to gag. To put it lightly this was torture.

You also couldn't believe that the 2 hottest guys in school were acting like this, as well as having gas that smelt this bad. Shamelessly farting around someone and laughing about it. If only everyone at school knew about this.

Eventually, it sounded as though the movie came to an end, as you could here the credits rolling. Thank goodness, hopefully that meant this would be over soon.

"Meh, not a great movie. What did you think dude?" You heard Brad ask Jason.

"You know what I thought?" Asked Jason, leaning to the side, much to your dismay.

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They both laughed as you coughed and tried to waft the eggy stench away, which was very difficult to do.

"Damm bro, not bad, but it ain't nothing compared to my chilli gas." Brad said, almost smugly.

"What do you mean dude? My farts smell way worse than yours, thanks to the poached eggs I had today." Jason sounded almost a little annoyed by this.

"Nah man, chilli gives you some pretty rank farts, way ranker than yours."

"Nah, dude eggy ones are the worst." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Where they seriously arguing over the stink of their revolting flatulence?

"Chilli is the worst." Brad stated

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He leaned to the side, letting out a meaty fart in your face.

Nah man, eggs are." Jason retaliated, also leaning to the side

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A sloppy fart came from the other side, also hitting you in the face.

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The combining cocktail of a stink was a little too much for you, as well as the strong wind filling up the tiny amount of oxygen left under the cover. To make it worse, the stench had caused the gel in your hair to wilt and flop down over your forrid. All that money you'd spent on it, wasted. You wondered how much longer this would go, when suddenly you heard Brad interrupt the argument to say something.

"I know, why don't we ask butt boy down there? He's got a first hand, or nose, experience with our farts." Jason calmed down and agreed with him. You then saw a flood of light as the covers were slightly lifted, letting a the stink out to your relief (well, a bit anyway). You felt like making a run for it, but both of them had slid their thighs together, holding you in place.

"Hey ass face, can you just tell him that my farts are worse so we can settle this?" Brad asked. Jason gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah man, just settle this, and maybe we might let you go." Jason said, looking back at you with a suspicious smile. You didn't have enough energy to try and argue so you quickly tried to come up with an answer. It was a hard choice, that you didn't even want to make. But eventually, you decided on Jason, as you had always hated the smell of eggs anyway. Brad looked pissed off whilst Jason cheered in celebration.

"There, I answered, now let me go." Brad looked down at you, quickly recovering and smiling again.

"Sure, but first, answer me this question. Do you know what's better than a Canadian microwave?" You were a bit confused and tried to think of an answer. Unfortunately Brad, beat you to it. "A Dutch oven!" He proudly exclaimed before you saw him grunt and lean to the side again.

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Once he was finished, he quickly sealed the covers, trapping you in again with the smell. You could here both the boys laughing meanly at your expense. It was so outstanding to you how they both seemed to relish in your suffering. Was this really how you would be spending the night, trapped with these repulsive fart machines? How could you have let this happen to yourself?

"Nice one dude, and hey, don't feel bad man. For what it's worth, you're still a pretty great farter." You heard Jason say, which disgusted you. How could anyone be a good farter?

"You really mean?" Brad responded, now sounding like he'd cheered up.

"Yeah, you remember last taco Tuesday at school, where we had that farting competition in the janitors closet? You were awesome at that."

"Oh yeah dude, that was awesome. We even made the wallpaper peel." They both laughed again amongst themselves and even sounded like they high-fived. You remembered that severely. They had to close off that room for a week so they could fumigate and repaint it. It was blamed on a gas leak, but you never in a million years would've guessed it was their fault.

"Hey man, you wanna play a videogame? I want to play the one that let's me use my favourite attack: The blaster." Jason said, before leaning to the side and ripping an eggy blast of his own, which caused you to cough.

"Nah man, I've got a better game we could play." You didn't like the sound of mischief in Brads voice there. You then heard what sounded like him rustling around and reaching for something, his ass pointed towards you again. He may not have farted again, but the smell of farts and musk that clung to his underwear was bad enough. He then leaned back and said something to Jason that you couldn't make out. It most likely wasn't good though, as you heard Jason snicker and mutter something like: "Good idea man."

As you were puzzled by this, you saw the blanket lift for the light to hit you again. There faces were staring down at you, Jason's was rather mean, whilst Brad's was more subtle and contempt.

"Hey man, sorry about that Dutch oven joke, it was a bit mean." Brad said in a voice that didn't sound all that sorry. "But listen, we're willing to give you a chance to leave if you can beat our little game." Your eyes narrowed, confused. You could've tried escaping from this hell pit again, but your head was too woozy from all the stench.

"Yeah dude, we've got some snacks here, and we want you to guess what they are." That didn't sound too bad. Where they going to describe them to you in some way... "Through sniffing our farts." Jason said, his mean smile still glowing.

Oh no, no way. It was bad enough being forced to sniff them whilst trying to breath as little as possible, but doing it willingly?! That seemed like an idea of torture, let alone a simple game. "Absolutely *cough* not." You were expecting them to be upset or angry with you, but instead they seemed to shrug if off.

"Alright dude, your choice. If you wanna stay under there, it's your choice. Although that means that you'll just have to stay there all night." Brad said nonchalantly, which sent a chill down your spine.

"Yeah dude, we were going to eat this stuff anyway. And believe us, when we're stocked up on snacks, we can fart all night long." Jason giggled. They couldn't be serious could they? Though honestly, you wouldn't be shocked. But being stuck with them all night would be way worse than having to put up with this for a few more minutes, you hopped.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." You yelled reluctantly.

"That's the spirit dude, and don't worry, this food's extra greasy. So you should be able to recognise the smell. And don't worry, for every guess you get wrong, we'll give you another dosage to guess again." Brad said laughing with Jason, sealing the covers again. You shivered again, despite the warmth in the 'air'. You then heard them both opening boxes of something, and began to munch. You hoped they were fast eaters.

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A trumpeting blast, came from Brad's ass, as you noticed he'd tilted over. You took a mental breath, and leaned over to sniff it. As expected, it was appalling and made you gag fiercely. However, it still had the same meaty smell as before, so that must've meant he was eating more chilli.

"*Cough gag* Chilli. Are you eating more chilli." You begged to be right.

"Huh, oh that one didn't count, it just slipped out." Brad snickered, with his mouth sounding half full. What, you smelled those rancid fumes for nothing?

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A sloppy sounding fart now came from your right, giving off Jason's paint peeling pong.

"Yeah, that one slipped out as well. But enjoy that as a parting gift to my signature eggy smell. Hahaha." Jason mocked you, also with his mouth half full. You didn't think you could go on much longer before passing out. If it weren't for the little gap in the covers, you probably would've done ages ago.

Finally, after a few minutes of you laying there in their stinky, fomented funk, you could here what sounded like them shuffling around a bit. You prayed that meant they were done.

"Alright man, I think we're ready to get started." Brad said, just loud enough for to hear him.

"Yeah, but first, why don't we make things a little easier for our little judge?" You wondered what Jason meant by that, when you noticed them both dip their hands under the sheets. You were a little confused until you saw that they were pulling off their underwear, exposing their bear asses at you. Any other day, seeing the hottest guys in school expose their bear asses to you would've been a dream come true, but now it was an utter nightmare.

As soon as they pulled them off, the remaining, festering farts that were trapped in there wafted into you face. You continued to cough as they both snickered at your 'response'.

You were now forced to get a good look at both of their posteriors. Brads was clean shaven and smooth, yet his cheeks still stuck out like a sore thumb. Jason's was around the same size, yet his was more hairy and unkempt, with a greasy, unwashed linger that made you turn your head away (not that that did any good).

"Right, I'll go first. You wanna start the show?" Brad asked, sticking his hand under the blanket and pointed his finger at you, expecting you to pull it. You reluctantly did so.

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A tuba like blast filled the covers, combined with a sickeningly cheesy smell. A far cry from the previous rotten meat stench. You physically gagged as you forced yourself to breath it in and try to figure out the mystery food. Seeing how it was cheesy, you tried to go for the obvious.

"Cheese pizza?" You begged to be right.

"Wrong! Try again." Brad stated, before leaning to the side and letting out and releasing another bassy fart. You cringed as you took another whiff of the horrid miasma.

"Cheese flavoured chips?"

"Yeah, but what brand?" Seriously? Did that even matter? Clearly to him it did, as Brad let out yet another trumpet-like blast at you. You panicked and quickly said the first brand that came to your head.

"Morritos?"

"Yeah, well done, those things do give me some pretty rank gas." The boys chuckled, but you didn't care. That meant it was over.

"Great, I guessed it. Now let me go."

"Not yet ass face, you still haven't guessed what I ate." Jason said, which filled you with dread. Had they both not eaten the same thing? Jason now stuck his hand under the blanket and stuck his finger towards you. "Care to do the honours?" You didn't, but what choice did you have. You reached out and tugged on it.

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An eruption the sound of a faulty vehicle engine, rocketed against your face. There was a more greasy, meaty stink about this one. You tried not to think about it any longer than you had to, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"*Gag* Chicken?"

"Ooh, he's good. But what kind of chicken." Jason asked, before ripping another sloppy, chainsaw sounding fart. Your mind raced, before giving a hasty answer.

"Fried?"

"Correctamondo, this guy's not bad?" Jason snickered. You didn't care though, now you could be out of here.

"Ok, I played your disgusting game. Now let me out."

"Aww, yeah dude, we would, but I'm just feeling too tired to get out of bed." Brad retaliated, which made your stomach drop in fear.

"Yeah man, I think I'll call it a night." But- but- they couldn't leave you in here, could they?

"But hey dude, as a thanks, let us blow you a good night kiss." A kiss, from them? You supposed that would be nice.

"Yeah, with our butts." There was the catch. You tried one last time to thrash out and escape, but it was still no use.

"Nighty night fart face." Jason called out to you, and before you could do anything else, you heard them both grunt, sealing your fate.

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The onslaught of bassy, airy and wet flatulence from both ends was just too much. The sound was deafening and rattled through your skull. The combined stench of cheese, meat and leftover eggs was filling your nasal area and completely taking over your oxygen intake. To make it worse, you could hear guffawing laughter from the 2 giants and they turned the underblanket into a gas chamber. This was the last thing you heard before you finally passed out.

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You woke up slowly, your eyes blinking and looking around. You were still under the covers, but now there were seeps of light around you. Was it morning? Had you made it through the entire night. Hopefully that mean you could finally go. They had no reason to keep you round any longer. You looked around to see them both lying on their sides, their asses still pointing at you. Their fomented musk and flatulence was still lingering under the sheets, but at least it smelt like most of it had seeped out. It sounded like they were both snoring. Now was your chance to get away. Unfortunately, as you were about to push against the blanket, they both stirred and awoke at the same time. What an annoying coincidence.

"Yo man, you awake?" Jason called out to Brad.

"Yeah man, whoo, what a night. We gotta do this again sometime." Brad whooped. Absolutely not, at least not with you anyway. But hopefully, now they were awake, you can finally leave.

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A tuba like sound rung out from Brads ass, giving you another scent of his new cheesy stink. However, this one had a new combination that smelled almost like shit.

"Ah, morning thunder, am I right?" Brad giggled.

"Absolutely man." Jason retaliated, before letting out his own 'quaker'.

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This one also had a strong scent of crap to it that made you shiver. Then, to your relief, they both finally seemed to lift up the covers and get out of the bed. With zero hesitation, you scrambled out onto the floor and began to gulp in the clean air. Admittedly, it was still very musky and lingering with farts, but it was a hell of a lot better than being under there.

From the left, you could hear Jason and Brad laughing at you, as they pulled their underwear back up. They weren't even putting on clean pairs, just the same ones they had on last night, which were dirty. Did these 2 seriously not care about hygiene at all?

"Thanks for coming over dude, we'll see you next week for some more fun." Brad said, whilst grinning at you.

"Yeah man, we've got loads more games we can play, and more snacks for you to sniff out, haha." Jason laughed at you. But you'd finally had enough, there was no way you could do that again.

"Absolutely not, I used to think you 2 were the hottest guys in school, but now I realise you're nothing more than disgusting, farting, unwashed slobs. Just wait till everyone at school finds out, no one will ever want to hang out with you again." You firmly said, although it was a little hard to focus with your eyes still watering.

For some reason, instead of getting angry at you, they both just snickered with each other. You were confused about this, until Brad turned around and grabbed his phone from the side of the bed.

"If you say so man, but if you said no, it would be a shame for these pics to end up online." He held up his phone for you to see and your jaw dropped. It was pictures of your face pressed up against their asses, along with a few videos of them farting on you, complete with their mean laughter and comments heard in the background. They must've taken them whilst you were unconscious.

Would they really be willing to blackmail you like this? You couldn't believe that. There was no way those could go online, your reputation would be over.

"Please don't post those, I'll do whatever you want, I'll come back next week." You pleaded, which caused them to smile.

"That's better dude, now go home. I gotta take my morning dump and, after all those snacks, it's gonna be a pipe clogger." Brad said smirking, making you physically cringe.

"Same man, you wanna play battleshits?" Jason turned to Brad with the same smirk.

"You know it bro." He responded, and they both high-fived whilst laughing disgustingly. The conversation disgusted you and you wanted to get as far away from these 2 as you could, at least until they called you back. You began to make your way out the room, before Jason called out to you.

"Hey dude, one last thing." You turned around to see Jason with his hand clasped around his ass before letting a hollow fart ring out into it.

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He then threw the trapped air in your direction, and it instantly hit you like a truck. As you coughed and gagged some more, they both laughed at you one last time.

"Just a little FARTING gift." That was the last thing you heard before you bolted out the door, out the house and headed home.

As you made your way back to the house, you found yourself wondering how could you have ever been attracted to such flatulent bullies. You desperately wanted not to go back to that torture pit. But then again, you felt yourself shiver at the realisation of what would happen if you dared to defy them. You sighed defeated, and the worst part was that you'd never get the smell out of your clothes.

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An awesome premise from @stinkyboiii

I don't think I quite did this story the justice he described, but I did my best. (Also, sorry about the length, thanks to everyone who read the whole thing). :)

[homelessbrownloser]

I'm a beta and have a micropenis. I'm a 40-year-old virgin and sexually annihilated. I have no virtues, I just collect all the flaws. I delight in beautiful female feet and get really mean when some goddess treats me badly and empties my wallet. I deserve to live in extreme poverty and humiliated under the feet of the Findom goddesses. 🦶🏻🦶🏻🔥🔥🔥

[easterndelights]

*Yumeno: I'm a huge idiot. I only have C's and D's on my report card, except for PE. My dad is a foreigner, but I can only speak Japanese. So I don't really have the brains to think. I've been thinkin' bout this the whole time… about you. I bought this and thought a lot about things. I thought about you, and about Kirino. I was worried about what you'd been thinking about all this time… Mishima: Are you stupid? Yumeno: That's why I'm an idiot. But I want to keep thinking about you from now on too… Is that not okay?

*Mishima: Yumeno and I have been together so long that our relationship is like a married couple. There's nothing that really heats us up anymore. But his relationship is so precious and dear to me.

スメルズ ライク グリーン スピリット Smells Like Green Spirit (2024) | EP 8

[*]Captions from SLGS Manga: Vol. 2, Ch. 14 - translated by decadence

[keydekyie]

boop!

[femdomcaptionslover]

[selenasgirltiffany21]

[homelessbrownloser]

Living in extreme poverty is an exponential part of Findom's eroticism. They were already born very rich and powerful, but the issue isn't that Their Fortunes are increasing, but that our purchasing power is dwindling. My current Mistress is making me live on boiled rice and bland macaroni—no meat, sauces, or condiments. Because luxuries aren't for us. Hard work, on the other hand, is. But so that I don't continue to suffer hardship after handing over the majority of "our" salary to Her, who lives surrounded by the luxuries She Deserves, in addition to having abundant sexual relations. They have sex with real men. But we are betas, damn short, and therefore, inferior beings. In just three months, my Goddess has made me 70% poorer. And She did the right thing, since I don't deserve to have financial freedom. I don't even drink a beer. As the only reward, during the In-Person Sessions, She places Her Beautiful, Sweaty Bare Feet on my snout. She inflicts exquisite verbal humiliation while suffocating me and forcing me to inhale the delicious aroma of the sweat from Her Divine Feminine Feet, before acting as a bidet. I clean them with my tongue and savor that Divine Elixir that is the Sweat emanating from Her Feet before swallowing it. And the truth is, it is much tastier and more exquisite than the beers I used to drink on weekends, when I had a social life.

[klywrites]

crina on vacation in ireland with dave and his family and she wakes up early everyday so she can call harlowe on the other side of the world and tell her to go to sleep but harlowe ends up staying up until 1AM anyway so she can talk to crina. and also harlowe tries to call crina in the middle of the afternoon to say goodnight to her 🤧🤧🤧 (she doesn't always get to since she's on a job or something)

They're so mushyyy

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Love when a cat gets on your pillow in between you and your phone and then farts in your face

[vozchik]

she wants uppies . uppies for the puppies

[selenasgirltiffany21]

[kilowogcore]

I made this when Spirit World wuz first published last year, an' now it's out on trade paperback! It's amazin' an' I highly enjoy it, especially if you like Chinese ghost stories, cosmic underworld trips, or supporting heroes John Constantine and Cassandra Cain!

(Art sampled from "Spirit World" Vol. 2 #1 by Alyssa Wong, Haining, Sebastian Cheng, Janice Chiang, Ben Abernathy, and Jessica Chen)

[girltakovic]

my mom and i have our differences but one thing we can always agree on is the abnormally lame population of college parents

[bettyweir]

if i can get ppl who like my gifs 2 just watch 1 more matthew knight movie, thats a job well done for me.

[draconicace]

sick of acting normal. where do i go where people like colors and the word greige doesn't exist