#no exceptions

[bluepandadraws-log]

Sorry for the lack of art, existence is very hard lately... anyway, have some FunnyBunny

[lizzyiii]

Respectfully I could fix them ALL if I had the chance and love them the way they need to be loved. My only type is silver-haired broken assholes and dark-haired charismatic beauties

[erinwantstowrite]

everytime i get a Batcest shipper on my fyp i imagine getting a metal bat and beating them with it (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ i hope you choke ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ i hope you choke (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ i hope you choke! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠) i hope you choke!

[mistresslauraworld]

[miguxadraws]

Question bout your swap AU,

Do you have an images of legit interactions with Jax and Ragatha? Maybe a bit of conflict, maybe a bit of goofiness, dealers chouce.

why are you dressed like that

[holylulusworld]

No exceptions (1)

Summary: He likes your guts and your cake.

Pairing: Mobster!Frank Castle x Baker!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mafia business, threats

No exceptions masterlist

More. More. More. They are always coming back for more.

No matter what you do. No matter how hard you try. There is no end to it.

Everyone wants their pound of flesh. Or rather, your money. There’s barely anything left for you to survive.

“Miss, the boss hates waiting,” the thug or racketeer, as the other shop owners call the guy standing in your little bakery, grunts. He holds out his hand, waiting for you to pay them for, well, nothing. If they’d offer protection, you’d happily pay for their service. “No exceptions.”

You’re already struggling and don’t know if your bakery will still exist next month.

“I can’t pay you more. People buy less and less these days,” you plead, looking at the ruthless and cold-hearted man who tries to press more money out of you for his boss. “I already paid you two days ago. Now you want more?”

“Boss said protecting costs,” the man replies, with a shrug. “No exceptions. Everyone must pay more fees today.”

You harrumph. Enough is enough.

“You don’t get it, huh?” You don’t know how you found the guts to put your hands on your hips and glare at the bastard demanding more money. “I can’t give you what I don’t have.”

“You’ll find the money if you only try hard enough.” He steps closer to the counter, glancing at the cupcakes, muffins, and cakes. “You have enough money to buy ingredients and sell your sweet treats.”

You huff and shake your head. “The costs for rent and my ingredients are over the top. You want money from me. The bank wants money from me. I must pay taxes. It feels like everyone tries to suck me dry.”

He chuckles at your choice of words before he says, “You’ve got a way with words, sweet cheeks. Still, you gotta pay.” He puts his gloved hands on the counter, impatiently tapping his fingers.

“My fridge has been empty for months, just like my stomach. I haven’t made ends meet since you started to force me to pay you for nothing. I can’t sleep because of debts, and the worry that you will kill me because I can’t pay you is eating me up!”

You throw your hands up before grabbing a cupcake to hand it to the thug. “Here you go. This is the last cupcake I ever baked. You made it. Whatever your plans are with my bakery, good luck. I’ll close it right here and now.”

He furrows his brows.

“I mean it.” You purse your lips. “I’m just done waiting for a nameless man to show up and threaten to hurt me if I don’t pay him!”

“Name’s Frank,” he casually says before stuffing the cupcake in his mouth. Frank chews loudly as you just stare at him.

“Fine, I got a name now. This doesn’t change a thing. I still can’t pay you,” you sniff and point toward the cash register. “I sold one cupcake today, that’s all. Do you want the five bucks I made?”

You open the cash register to throw the five bucks at Frank. He laughs and easily catches the money.

“Hmm…that’s not much,” he says, a smirk on his lips. “How about I help you get more customers, and you pay me for my service?”

“What? I… What?” You furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll be back soon, sweet cheeks,” he says and places the five bucks on the counter. “Next time, I want something even sweeter.”

Frank winks at you before turning to leave your bakery.

“What?”

“Tomorrow, your bakery will be full of customers…” He says, and you swallow thickly.

Does he mean what he says? How can he be sure that there will be more customers tomorrow?

Part 2

Tags in reblog.

[royaltea000]

YO! Being a drawing, what’s there to be afraid of!

[reluctantjoe]

But the first thing I need to say to you is that I am so sorry. You know, I created you as a-a prisoner and as an escape. Lumon told me you'd be happy, that innies are content, and because I took their word for it, you've been living a nightmare for two years. It's horrific what they've done to you. And part of the reason I'm here is to make it right. And I hope, uh, now with all we have in common, that you'll give me that chance.

ADAM SCOTT as MARK SCOUT | Severance — S2

[glitter-soda]

(Un)friendly reminder for the like 10th goddamn time: Fatphobia gets you blocked.

[alexis-royce]

I didn’t choose that option at the end of this month’s Exceptional Story, but I mightily, massively wanted to.

Such a memorable ending.

[raygirlramblings]

Just a supportive bean.

[mistresslauraworld]

[aheartofdawn]

I'm "pro-life" in that I want people to live. Even if, especially if, they are gay or trans or an immigrant or homeless or disabled or have an unwanted pregnancy or do sex work or are addicted or -

[mushroommans-cache]

WE FUCKING HATE MYRON IN THIS HOUSE

ZANA GET HIS ASS

[lazulisong]

today I was at work and thought up a great name for a D&D tavern, which is "the Friendly Behemoth" and I've decided it's strictly no bards allowed for reasons I will never explain, and then someone said something about paladins also being banned, which led to:

My hottest D&D take, the one I will die rather than admitting error over, is that paladins are cops.