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[imbrogliobuilt]

@peppy-jester / / / continued

"HM. Satan damn, Fizz--"

How troubling. Every part of his expressive body language screams discomfort; yet the Imp ASKED for this confession. Caving under the weight of shame he pathetically angled his body hiding strikes of white. As if to hide his part in the memory staining their bodies.

"Oh. You know. Things are going to well and I just LOVE spreading the one thing I'm wealthy in; feeling like shit. Hold on. I had a actual reason. I'm not some asshole trying to run a confessional...or whatever those things are." Did not expect such a deep response. However, when did Fizzarolli ever do ANYTHING halfway?? "I got my hands on something. From earth."

Fumbling through his coat in many pockets hiding in the lining Blitzø pulled out medical M.arijana and a roll on substance. "Shut. SHUT UP. Before you say ANYTHING it's not the usual stuff. I also found this thing." Found was a strong substitute for thieving items he deemed helpful. "An' before this gets any worse I also saw this and thought of you. I think it's a magic trick book. I don't know." Lucky guess for the illiterate Imp.

"Sorry. I could have just given you this...garbage. It's probably useless for us anyways." HUFFS!! Swallows any visible strain from anxiety pricking his spine.

"Tell ya what...give me a good whack to kisser and let's call it even~!!"

[akuikami]

the room was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains. a nearly empty bottle was wedged between his thighs, his thumb idly tapping the top. the pungent stench of alcohol hung heavy in the air. this wasn’t typical for him; a drink or two at dinner was one thing, but drinking alone on a random thursday night was another. yet these were special circumstances. he barely acknowledged his twin as he lifted the bottle to his lips, downing the last sip. the burn in his throat felt oddly soothing.

" are you drunk ? " - @fjaorhamr

" I think you can excuse it just this once," he scoffed, reaching up to loosen the tie strangling his neck. he despised suits and had little tolerance for funerals. death was a natural part of life, but his relationship with his father had always been complicated. there were never any i love you's or i'm proud of you, son. not that he needed to hear it; he didn’t care. sukuna prided himself on being tougher than most, yet here he was, drinking alone on a random thursday night.

" you could probably use one too. " finally sitting up, he reached towards the open cardboard box on the table. pulling out two more bottles, he offered one to jin, a rare moment of camaraderie.

[just-wishes-and-faeries]

What if i slap a piece of cheeze onto cube's head Like the video

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[I don't know that that'd work as well, since they're not bald.]

[snailcubezz]

fandom wiki simulator

[mobblespsycho100]

touden stare down

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[chessb0r3d]

Analysis so bad you don't even know what it's talking about anymore.

[imbrogliobuilt]

@peppy-jester said: "Happy First Valentine's Day, Blitz~" Fizz was bouncing in joy as he was holding a V-Day present for him in his hands. Nothing fancy just chocolate and a cute framed photo of the two. It was also self decorated. Lots of glitter and heart shapes!

"Fuck off--" Blitzø took one glance and whipped his head in the opposite direction. Fuck. This was sweet. TOO SWEET. Blitzø forced down a smiled into a shuddered frown; only able to look Fizz in the eye once done so. A tail curling from side to side in excitement wrote his hidden endearments between the lines of his weary demeanour. "Thanks, Fizz. Now I'm feeling the pressure. How am I going to follow up after this??" In tune with a whip of a expressive spiny tail Blitzø grinned.

"Look, I got you something too. BECAUSE. . .you're special to me and do not ask me to say that again." Before giving Fizzarolli a chance to glance over the gift Blitzø blurted it out as he glanced away. A valentine made by yours truly; his terrible art of the two on the cover. "Do NOT ask me how many times I redid that."

"More times than I care to admit."

[eastgaysian]

[natorika]

Fuck it. Daryl's shift is almost over, the guy's been sniffling since he walked in, and really he's just... kind of sad to look at, heart on a pink sweater and all. There's no way he can just take his money.

"Look..." He rubs the side of his neck. This is that art student who used to go here all the time with his girlfriend, and Daryl suspects there's a reason she isn't around this time.

"I'll give you the cup noodles on the house or whatever. You should go home, man."

Yeah. That's fine.

to put it plainly, phoenix is little more than an array of frazzled nerves and confetti-cut pieces of his own wounded heart. or at least, thats how he'll unthinkingly dramatize this pain and the sinking realization that dollie never loved him for the next few months while he wrests with the aftermath of the doug swallow murder and trial.

if nothing else, the trial--specifically, mia's refusal to accept anything short of god's honest truth--has struck inspiration in feenie that the pursuit of art has failed in doing this last trimester. his dubious study of law was cementing into a path he was certain he wanted to pursue.

still.. it doesn't mean he can't be sad about things. or mopey, in fact. compounded by his ongoing head-cold, phoenix looks miserable; his eyes are as wet as the sore ring of his over-rubbed nostrils, his mouth set into an uneven line just above the fold of his face mask dragged down to his chin.

the way he looks at daryl is virtually cartoonish, big, grey eyes agitated in equal measures by unshed tears and inflammation, his wallet (that he'd failed three times at fishing out of his pocket by now) held between clammy fingers, the sleeves of his sweater stopping around the brunt of his palm. ' oh.. n-no, it's-- ' how does he say he has a meal plan that he hasn't been using for the last week-and-a-half because he's been in the hospital after being accused of murder because he ate a glass vial that at some point carried lethal liquid poison, and that he can afford the expense? it all sounded terribly unwell. ' i don't.. my room mates are all out. and.. i-i wanna eat here! ... even without dollie. '

@backwaterscum

[just-wishes-and-faeries]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

tumblr what is this.

[ruushes]

had some very specific things i wanted to work on this weekend and got possessed by the specter of undercut lae'zel instead 🤦

[sabertoothwalrus]

young stan & eda but it's sapphic

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[imbrogliobuilt]

@peppy-jester | | | continued

Hook, line, AND SINKER.

"Riiight~ now check this out!!"

Blitzø grabbed a bottle of water. Just a plain ol' bottle of water. Straight from Fizzarollis hands to further solidify the honesty in this trick.

Shakes it once, twice and three times before firmly placing the base of the bottle against his own forehead. Looking a fool with a bottle to his head Blitzø held a hand to pause any interruptions; must let the magic happen.

Creating the illusion the water went from the bottle to his mouth Blitzø squirted a get of water into Fizz's face.

"HA. Pretty neat trick, right??" He raises his brow in jest.

[tiger-grace]

Interviewer: as a father of many adopted kids from different social backgrounds than your own, what do you have to say about the concept of nature vs. nurture?

Bruce Wayne: well I love all my kids dearly and I’ve tried my best to see that they grown up responsibly so let me tell you-

(News plays footage of Dick swinging on the chandelier at a gala last week)

Bruce: let me tell you I’m just about nurturing a fucking headache at this point