#:) uh sorry

[apricote]

i didn't want you to go back to sulani before i had the chance to do that.

[ya-what--ya-erster]

I feel the need to apologize to any mutual or followers that are not in the newsies fandom right now, uh. It’s my thing right now and pretty much the only thing I’m posting about so. Sorry. followers and moots who are in the newsies fandom: hell yeah nice to see you ignore that up there

[omgwowhahah]

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[yoonyia]

in world War one the extreme xenophobia of Germany in America lead to many of the obvious German sourced words to be changed, so words like hamburger, saurkruat, and german measles were changed to

liberty steak

liberty cabbage

liberty measles

this fact is killing me

[rhysnolastname]

THE CHILD OF MY CHILD!!??!! HES HER GRANDFATHER AND HER FATHER!!!! ORIN GIRL BLINK IF YOU NEED HELP. WE ARE GETTINF YOU OUT OF HERE

[toxickeyboard]

Also u guys should join my Faith server that I posted about teehee

[karmacomesaround]

Sorry for no uh doodle today uhh I forgot about it and I’m too tired rn to draw tbh so yeah sorry :p

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

helloo <3 could u write as part of bonus chap for the pathetic series, jeonghan giving in and shutting up for once because it's your birthday so he lets you do wtv u want to him. he just lays on the bed like a good boy and let u use him for your own pleasure ><

No 😭 AS CUTE AS THIS WOULD BE. AND AS MUCH AS I LOVE GETTING ASKS AND I LOVE WRITING THINGS FOR Y’ALL SINCERELY

This just isn’t pathetic y/n and jeonghan coded to me hmmm I think that y/n loves jeonghan being in charge and their dynamic in that sense feels very solid to me

[heretherebedork]

Hello! Im hoping to receive some life advice. How do you know its time to quit your job? Wanted to hear your thoughts because everyday feels overwhelming and empty at the same time. Its like im constantly being consumed. Is that a normal feeling and im just maladjusted and all jobs are like that?

I know you mostly post about bl and if you dont feel like answering this, i would like to say thank you still

Honestly? I have no idea. My best response is to try talking to people who know you and your job.

But I've also spent my entire life being lucky in that regard. I've never truly worked a job like that, all of my jobs have been passion for me and even when I've been at my lowest in a job I was able to find another one before I quit.

At least part of my response is to start looking. Look at other jobs, look for other ways to support yourself, new hobbies, new passions, try to change something because even a little change can make something bigger happen sometimes.

I don't think that feeling is normal but it might not just be about the job.

Anyway.

Do your best, anon! You're not alone and there are better days in the future.

[kiryuing]

[girpgorp]

decided my fetal kwamis deserved a little lore

[shotmrmiller]

ghost getting himself a cute, soft girl he doesn't talk about much but is clearly obsessed with and price just thinks it's nice he's finally settled down, approves of the home he's made for himself, definitely approves of the one he's taken for himself.

soap asks kyle if he's seen you and he says, "yep. lovely bird he's got tucked away in her little dollhouse. makes great food, too." soap swears there's a subtle shift in his tone when he says "lovely", a hint of something deeper that flickers in his eyes for just a moment. soap simply sucks on his teeth, letting it slide. (although he knows that kyle's always been one to appreciate the good things in life.)

interest gnaws at him, a persistent itch he can't scratch. price likes you just fine, as does kyle. well what about him? he decides to bite the bullet and goes to simon with a knot between his brows, the corners of his lips tugged downwards. they've shared clothes, bullets, beds. if the other two got to meet you, why can't he?

"ya can come over for dinner on tonight. she'd 'ave my neck if she didn't formally meet ya anyway."

soap then asks, out of genuine curiosity more than anything else, if simon would have kept you in the dark from him hadn't he brought you up himself.

"ya meet 'er when i want ya to, boy, and not a moment before." the tone he takes is unmistakeable. his words are a command, not a suggestion, and soap instantly knows to not push further.

soap nods. "ah'll be there."

"course ya will. she'd be terribly disappointed otherwise."

yeah, he'd hate to have that.

soap sits in the living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the cozy place. with a full stomach and an unfastened belt, nursing a glass of kentucky. he can't remember the last time he ate that well or that much.

maybe it's the alcohol that loosens his tongue, or the fact that he wishes he also had a sweet little thing to keep at his side just like simon's doing with you now, but the thoughts he's been mulling over all evening since he first saw you tumble out of his mouth.

"while ah can attest to yer taste in sweethearts, can't say much about your alcohol. bourbon, LT?" he says, chest warm.

simon's arm tightens around your hips, fingers splayed possessively over your thigh. he shrugs, completely unbothered by the backhanded compliment. "can't be perfect in everythin', can we, sergeant?"

soap's cheeks burn furiously hot when you come to his defense with a smack of your palm onto simon's chest. "be nice to johnny. he's got a face that make up for some of his other flaws."

the teasing lilt in your voice unashamedly gets his southern blood pumping. he can't help it if certain things stir when someone as pretty as you look at him like that. soap swirls the amber liquid gently in the glass while keeping his limpid eyes on you, not even trying to hide the fact that his gaze hasn't wavered since your cheeky little comment.

you then whisper something in simon's ear, your cupped hand not even half the size of his head and soap has to rearrange himself from the outside when your teeth catch your bottom lip. simon looks up at you then, eyes heavy and half lidded, and a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth.

"'m not sure, love. you'll just 'ave to ask 'im yourself. go on."

you open that sweet mouth of yours, but simon cuts you off with a decisive wave of his hand. "no. you know how to ask for things."

your reaction to that is visceral, and you're on your knees faster than his alcohol-muddled brain can comprehend. don't look down 'er shirt, don't look down 'er shirt, don't-

"johnny, will you touch my pussy?"

he splutters at your question, completely taken aback, but it seems you're not done just yet.

"hands to yourself, sergeant. tha' not all."

you pout at simon, one that earns you a look that promises consequence, but do as he says.

"will you touch my pussy, johnny? pretty please?"

[eskildit]

In a better kinder world. Gideon nav would have been at the club.

[newttxt]

lulaw bodyswap (or, the exquisite humiliation of trafalgar law) for @strawhattery's birthday!

bonus: the original toilet humor gag that ended up on the chopping block

[spoopdeedoop]

king and harbinger, old and young

[doodledrawsthings]

got bugs on my brain recently