the best part of wearing a jumpsuit is that people will compliment you on your dress and you get to go “thanks it’s actually a JUMPSUIT” and then do a jaunty little kick to prove it
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Currently crying in a corner because I remembered that Inuyasha visited the well at least every three days.
And I don’t think he was waiting for Kagome to “come back”
As much as he was waiting/trying to see if the well would open for him
So he could go to her
Because he chose her. Because he thinks they were born for each other. Because since she has people who love her in her era, maybe that’s where she belongs
But he truly believes that he belongs with her, wherever and whenever.
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This was due for a redraw.
I stand by what I said a year ago, but also, in addition.
*slams fist on table* We need more femslash art.
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no i don’t have another fame au idea forming in my head no i won’t be writing anything new before finishing the so american au or working on greatest of luxuries no im not imagining scenes from a new fic while listening to ttpd no im not going to have a new au hyper fixation no i will NOT DO THIS AGAIN UNTIL I HAVE FINISHED EVERYTHING ELSE I SWEAR
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mac has only ever had one consistent response to his love (rejection) and by the two ppl who are supposed to love him unconditionally (his parents) and that’s what he thinks it’s supposed to be like so when dennis reacts the same way to his affection he thinks it’s normal :(:(
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VrChat is a place that I can either have a deep and philosophical conversation with someone in a fish avatar for 6 hours straight and then never see them again or someone in an anime avatar will call me slur when they see the pride flag above my name and/or when I mention I’m autistic and there is NO in between
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Pleaseee Clariiiii Dabi fucking his little pretty princess to sleep bc I have a sleep disorder ahhhh I beg love u 💖 just smth short to feed us
omg anon he wouldn’t fuck to sleep tho he’d fuck you to the point of passing out, losing consciousness, so far past sleep and into total blackout territory and then he’d fuck you some more
he doesn’t fuck you until you’re super sleepy and your eyes are drooping so cutely, so stupidly, lids weighted with heavy fatigue; doesn’t fuck you until you’re suspended in consciousness by a few thin threads, viscous drool oozing from the corners of your mouth and your sluggish tongue to collect on the pillow in sticky little puddles, so much that it isn’t even soaking into the material anymore, pooling in the creases; doesn’t fuck you until your thoughts are soft and mushy and melty, entirely incomprehensible as they slip through your fingers in silky streams the moment you try to grasp them. he doesn’t allow you to slip, sweet and peaceful, into the tender hands of sleep.
no, he fucks you beyond that. he fucks you into complete and utter darkness, so dense it’s almost suffocating, senses dulled to a blunt tip, shaved down so far they barely exist at all. he’s sure you’ll be out for a good fourteen hours after that :)
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current mood: crying over the fact that even though as a top scarer and scare assistant, jobs that come with fame and mostly likely fortune, mike and sulley still lived together in perfect harmony in their little penthouse with a view 🥺
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