#M U A H

[creek-ink]

*smooches Toby*

HE WASN'T READY!!

[mindsafe]

@calcitration || HITCH X ANNIE

❝ i'd love if you knew you were on my mind, constant like cicadas in the summertime; boys suck && girls i've never tried && we both know we're getting drunk tonight ❞

[sunflowersteves]

HOW DID I MISS THIS I LOVE YOU

[jrueships]

CAN YALL TELL ME like... what drew YOU to marcus/giannis? my Awesome salesman skills aside ... LIKE OK IM BEIN FR NOW LIKE!! im curious ! fr! was it the size difference? theyre both green?? gremlin rage vs giant dog Who thinks he's a tiny puppy? like what was the CALLING?? THE SCISSORING ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[where-is-the-angst]

how the fuck do the riordanverse characters remember the prophecies after hearing them once

[actressposts]

[tomgregs]

M*A*S*H 3x10 - There Is Nothing Like a Nurse

[clownsuu]

(Selective) Art block is really kickin my ask rn smhhhhh

So I must commit another violence to the goobiest goober-

[ryllen]

Aw man, jade looks so cute from front view

[raddest-laddest]

slate should have a truck i think

[mindsafe]

happy valentine's month to these bitchless dweebs who are still down bad for their ex

[astro2astro]

DON'T FORGET. OCTOBER 3RD.

[emmyrosee]

hi emmy! i reread your sleepy choso and kissing choso fics all. the. time. You are the queen of sukuna and choso fluff💗maybe something like spending quality time with choso ex: building legos or smth if you would like to write for him again?🥰 thank you and have a good day!🫶

STOP OKAY WAIT HOLD ON-

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“So, what are we doing again?”

You smile at him and pass him a set of paint brushes and a palette of colors, setting him up with a canvas and a kiss to his cheek, "basically, we each have two minutes to paint something on the canvases, swapping them when the timer goes off and painting something else. And we just keep going!"

"That sounds easy enough," he says, grabbing a paint brush and dipping it into paint. "I think I can manage that."

"I know you can, my love," you assure. "Okay- go." With that, you set the timer and immediately dip your brush into the small well of blue paint, and making a small blue flower on the left side of the canvas. You do a couple of details, but the timer goes off before you can finish the green stem. "Okay! Let's swap."

Choso slides his canvas to your side, and you pass him yours, and you audibly coo at the sight of the painted orange cat on his canvas. "He's so cute, baby!"

"I like the flower," he says softly. You move to set the timer again, this time adding a sun to the corner of his painting with bright yellow, even giving the sun a messy smile from the wet paint, and before you know it, the timer goes off again.

You and Choso switch canvases again, and you smile at the sight of another cat, this time black with green eyes, and it looks like its sitting next to the flower.

You set the timer again, this time adding a pretty pink hear around the cat and filling it in.

The timer goes off. You swap canvases again.

Another cat, right next to the original one.

“Cho-Cho baby, you drew another cat?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I know how to draw cats. Not really good at drawing much else.”

With that, you beam up at him, and you toss your arm around his shoulders. You press noisy, wet kisses to his cheek and ear, making him shrink up slightly with soft giggles. "They're perfect." Kiss. "I love them." Kiss. "Thank you for drawing them." Kiss. "I can't wait to hang them up." Kiss.

"You really like them?" He asks, his eyes shining in genuine excitement.

You beam up at him, "Cho, they're the most perfect cats I've ever laid my eyes on." You nudge him softly, "and I cannot wait to hang them on our wall."

You've never seen Choso so happy than when you hung up your two new pieces of art work, featuring a sun, one flower, and 14 cats surrounded by pretty pink hearts.

[trapped-in-my-story]

"Helloooo?" *A high, raspy voice calls out, distorted and staticy,* "Is anyone there?" *They don't sound scared or upset. Just... bored.*

[Two figures answer the voice's call. One is a Red Steve, M, his mouth sewn shut. The other is a Shadow Sabre, still covered in bruises, his skin very pale but not fully gray yet. Both are covered in scars, both old and new.

The sky behind them is yellow with pitch black clouds, there is no sun. Both look around hesitantly before landing their eyes on the camera in front of them. M shakes Shadow's sleeve a bit, looking warily at the camera. It has green and black markings that seem to float...]

Hello..?

[Shadow looks nervous, but trying to keep M from worrying.]

Guysss what're you looking at??

[A very young Sabre pops up behind them, trying to get a look at the camera. Mal can just barely see his horse hooves behind the other two.]

Sabre, we don't know. Go back to the base, please.

[Shadow is trying to block Sabre's view, but it isn't working.]

[clownsuu]

This is so real though obsessing over characters (especially old farts) goes a loooong way for getting through it. I had the same thing but with semi-eldrich monsters during my worst points.

Through the power of old men and medicine, be proud of how far you've come and how long you've lived because we'll be rooting for you the whole way. We're all proud of you even if we don't know what's going on (and that's okay! You don't owe anyone explanations!).

On a more silly note, may all your enemies shit their pants.

Omg that fuggin reminds me that for a good while during my rougher days, I got OBSESSED with the “Omnitome” book weapon JDHDHDJJS

like look at that grumpy lil sad guy,,,,,, my wol goober would 100% keep it moisturized and warm during trips to colder climates