#ves in shambles

[vespertea]

i just realized i've been drawing my sona wrong this whole time .

im so sorry vince . . .

[sleepyqinfei]

my dearest rae . . so sorry to keep you waitinf for so long ꒰ ˃ ᅳ ˂ ᜊ ꒱ ‎. . im here with a properly gift wrapped love mail 📬💌 i tried a little bit different, softer coloring this time >_< . . you and wrio were so easy to draw, it was as if the pen itself knew what to do, you two are my favourite lovebirds ehe ! ! 🌷 pls know that that i luv u very dearly ! ! ( and wrio does so too, even more so ! ! ) i hope you like it . . nd im very glad u joined nd been patient with me ♥︎ thank u sweetie mwahmwah🐇🦌

[digiditto]

how I’m staying healthy while my support system is away

[arolesbianism]

MOCA??? OH MY GOD MOCA SPEAK TO ME

[asuyaka]

GUESS WHO'S CLASSES ARE FINALLY OVER GIRLIES💃💃

Damn, it's been a heck of a while since I last came back to this blog--

Anyways! I've been following the new JJK episodes(I am not fine and it's all Mahito's fault.), so to put a bandage on his gap in my chest, how about some reverse comfort shot for our boy Yuuji during the Shibuya arc? Heaven knows he's in need of it. The prompt would be that he's having the meltdown/panic attack after regaining control over his body after Sukuna raised hell on the city(along with all the memories that come with it) and his lover finds him crying on the ground and rushes to comfort him and ground him.

I just want my boy to get a hug goddamn it, Gege won't give him any breaks😭

- Sincerely, '🌈' Anon.

★ - 'm honestly haven't watched the new episode yet (prayin' s'the "I'm you." timeline !!) but, 100% agree! 'm boy needs a break !! (gege is cruel (；′⌒`) )

☆ - Itadori Yuuji x Reader!

♡ - 'm sososososo glad t'see you again 🌈 !! 've lowkey been burnin' out, but 'm glad you're here !! &lt;;33 （〃｀ 3′〃）| listenin' to... Skyfall

Good God— you don't know how you're alive right now.

The stench of curses and blood permeated the air, dried blood from curse users and curses stuck your hair to your face; heavy breaths leaving your lips as you looked around for any familiar faces.

Shibuya is in shambles, nothing more and nothing less. Dead civilians and auxiliary managers litter the streets, and several cars and buildings are smashed and flipped on their sides.

"Fuck," you wheeze, holding onto the scar that stretches to two separate sides of your face.

Your ribs are most definitely bruised or broken— there's no doubt about it. Your ankle is a bit sprained and you can't hear anything from your left ear.

You're really looking for Yuuji, you're lovable, and sometimes (a lot of the time) oblivious boyfriend. It's a bit biased, you know. Though Yuuji is at the top of your priority list, you really just want to find anybody who came to Shibuya with Gojo.

An earth-shattering sound makes its way through your ear(s). You turn around sharply, staring in shock as a few inches away from your foot is completely gone.

There's a presence you've felt ever since you woke up and you more or less guessed it was Sukuna.

If you had moved one step ahead, you would've died by what you assumed was Sukuna's domain.

Sukuna.

Your eyes widen as they stare at the crater formed by the King of Curses' domain. There's no way people aren't dead.

Yuuji.

"Oh fuck, Yuuji?!" Your anxiety goes haywire as you force your body to move. Even though every bone in your body aches in pain, pushed to its limit and beyond during the plethora of curses you've fought, you move.

Your heartbeat accelerates as your breaths get shorter. As fast as you run around the perimeter of the crater, you still haven't found Yuuji. Yuuji and his boyish smile every time you get him a gift, Yuuji, and his airy laugh whenever he sees something that manages to get him just right.

Yuuji and, his adorable love for movies, Yuuji, and his bright demeanor, able to make almost anyone fall under his spell.

Yuuji, who you find scratching at the road with tears falling down his eyes, wailing about how he should be the one to die.

It's right then and there, that your heart breaks.

Forgetting about the pain in your body, you rush over to where Yuuji was a heavy exhale, tears brimming your eyes and throbbing pain coursing through your body.

He turns to look at you with eyes that don't look like your boy, that don't look like Yuuji. He looks as if he's seen a ghost —like he didn't expect someone he knew to still be alive.

"You're alive...?" His voice is hoarse like he's dehydrated. It's missing its usual animated tone, his normal light voice, and his smile — fuck his smile.

"Yuuji," You exhale. "Yuuji, you're alive, fuck— you're alive." You get closer, and your body finally collapses on you. You're able to feel the emotions you forced yourself to push down the minute you stepped into the veil encasing Shibuya.

The hurt when you saw people you hold near to your heart die in front of you, the pain every time you felt your bones cracking, or the feeling of your skin stretching to accommodate the wound that was bound to form a scar stretching across your face.

Yuuji backs away from you, his fingers leaving a bloody trail from where you found him scratching at the road. "No! Get away from me— I'll try and kill you too!"

He'll... try and kill you?

Yuuji hangs his head in his arms as he curls into himself, seemingly trying to make his body as small as normal. "I'm nothing but a murderer! No matter what I do— or what I try to do— I just," He interrupts himself with a hiccup, blood mixed with tears leaking from the bottom of his face.

"I can't help anybody! I killed innocent people, I shouldn't be allowed to live!"

Yuuji continues to cry, his bloody fingers gripping his now dirtied pink hair.

Gently, as to not make him pull away from you, your arms wrap around his body. He refuses, trashing in your hold as he begs for you to let go of him, to distance yourself from him in case Sukuna somehow manages to take control again.

"Yuuji." You say softly, letting your coarse arms run through his hair.

He doesn't respond. Though he isn't struggling to move, he still remains unresponsive. "Yuuji, you aren't a monster."

He shakes his head furiously. "I killed them with my own—"

"Sukuna killed them, not you." You mutter softly. Even though you don't know the whole story, you know Yuuji, your Yuuji, would never kill innocent people.

"Yuuji, you aren't a murderer. You aren't a murderer."

Yuuji sobs into your shoulder, his bloody fingers gripping tightly against your shirt. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry!"

You keep your voice soft, softly running through his hair and rubbing circles on his back as well. "It wasn't your fault, 's okay..."

You reassure him, keep telling him that he wasn't a murderer, that he wouldn't kill innocent people on purpose, and little by little you think he's believing you.

"We, we have to go find everyone else," Yuuji says. His voice is drier if that's possible and his eyes feel so sunken, they don't feel like Yuuji. You don't hold that against him, he just went through a traumatic experience and obviously he isn't going to be the same boy you're used to.

Your shoulder is wet, and Yuuji's blood is staining your back. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Yuuji nods. Though it doesn't feel all the way true, it doesn't feel fake either. You press a tiny peck on his cheek, showing him a smile to let him know that he isn't alone.

As long as you were there with him, he'll never be alone.

"Fushiguro is... is [Name] still alive?" Itadori asks, sitting across from Yuta, divided by their makeshift fireplace.

Fushiguro averts his eyes with a guilty look on his face as he shakes his head.

"Oh."

Itadori Yuuji is alone.

He's lost his best friend, Nobara, his mentor (practically his father), Nanamin, Todo lost his technique because of him, and now, he's lost the one person who he truly felt like he could fall back on.

The one person who saw him at his lowest, and somehow brought him back from that.

"Oh."

He's alone.

And he genuinely doesn't know how he can cope without the help of his lover, his [Name].

[cognitivelypartiallyfurnished]

Yaku Moriosuke in "On and about with the hq-boys"🛫

-a series of airport drabbles

Previous: Kuroo Tetsuro "Any time without you is far too long"

Masterlist

Next: Kenma Kozume "I have a surprise for you”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Quit smiling at me like that, I can’t form a proper sentence like that.”

“Y/n, over here!”

Turning your head around into the direction from where your name has been called, you try to make out the face of your boyfriend. Eyebrows drawn together and squinting with your eyes, you still can´t make him out in the crowd of people waiting in the dazzlingly bright light of the Ekaterinburg Koltsovo Airport. After your eyes have adjusted, you finally catch a glimpse at Yaku Morisuke, Libero for the Cheegle Ekaterinburg and proud owner of the position of being your boyfriend. With a beaming smile he takes to big strides and engulfs you in his toned arms, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before contently whispering in your ear.

“You´re here!”

“Yes, I can´t believe you´re standing right in front of me! Thank you for picking me up!”

“I know right? I was so excited all week, if I didn´t have practice I would´ve been here probably four hours ago!”

“Mori that’s not necessary, but I´m grateful for you picking me up! I even brought you something from home!”

“Finally, my plaster man is working out! Do you have the belly jeans?”

It takes a second for you to unwhirl the shambles of his Spoonerism, you can´t help to raise a brow at him while

“Uhhh do you mean jelly beans? You wouldn´t have to excerpt a Master Plan for that you know, I would´ve brought them to you anyways!”

“Maybe quit smiling at me like that. I can’t form a proper sentence like that!”

“Stop being so cute Yaku, it’s actually something else, I´ve picked it up from Onigiri Miya, you know, Osamu Miyas restaurant? I think he played Volleyball in Highschool as well?”

“Oh yeah, I remember them, his twin brother Atsumu is still playing! So, what did you get me?”

With a curious look on his face, he took the box of food you offered him, not knowing it was his favourite Japanese food.

“Oh my god, is this Yasaiitame? Are you serious? We have to leave right now, I want to share this with you, but not on the Airport floor!”

And that’s how the two of you had a cozy date at home with some comfort food and lots of cuddles, after months apart this was exactly what you needed for your first evening in Russia.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: I´m sorry, feels like those are getting progressively worse. Now we just have to pull through.

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XIII

II catches Vessel at the gym less than 12 hours after his ankle injury.

wc 621

ao3

masterpost

Ivy was at the front desk when Vessel walked into the gym. His eyebrow crawled up to his hairline when he saw Vessel. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“Do not let II catch you here. He’ll order your ass on bed rest for days if he knows you’re here less than 24 hours after injuring your ankle,” Vessel could not suppress the eye roll. 

“Oh, yeah? What’s he gonna do to me, really?” Ivy shrugged and waved the scanner at Vessel’s phone. He sucked air in through his teeth. 

“Well… you’re all set. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Vessel chuckled at Ivy’s weirdness and walked into the gym. It’ll be fine. It’s chest day anyway. No worries here, can’t injure my ankle doing presses. He set up his bench, bag, music and training app. He wiggled out of his sweatshirt, straightened the compression shirt and sat down on the bench. Seven reps into his second set, he looked at something in the mirror. Movement had drawn his eye. He made eye contact with a visibly upset II stomping toward him. II was talking but he couldn’t hear II over his music, so he took an earbud out and looked at II. 

“Is something wrong?” Vessel blinked at II. He was angry, blue eyes gone gray. 

“Is something wrong? Your ankle, Ves! You just hurt it-” II glanced at his watch. “-eleven hours ago! There is no way you’re fine enough to work out right now!” II was gesturing at Vessel’s ankle. It was still wrapped, and in a high top. Vessel furrowed his brows at II and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth in confusion. 

“Um, it’s fine. I left it wrapped like you said. And put on high tops, to keep it steady. It doesn’t even hurt,” Vessel’s face was warm. II was obviously upset. “I…I’m sorry,” the tears kind of choking Vessel were totally irrational, but he really wanted II to like him and definitely had not expected this kind of reaction when Ivy had warned him. He looked down at the ground, hoping that II couldn’t see the tears gathering in his waterline. Jesus Christ, how embarrassing. He was a full grown adult, being chastised by an older full grown adult, and he was about to cry over it. “Um… do you want me to leave?” he chanced looking back up at II. II had a very different look on his face now. 

“No. No, no, of course not. Hey, I’m sorry. I just…got heated when I saw you, because I know you got hurt last night. Please, stay. Finish your workout. Forgive me, I just…,” II trailed off. He was studying Vessel’s face. Vessel imagined that he was pinker than Barbie’s wardrobe and that his eyes were turning red as well as having tears gathered. He knew if he blinked, one would spill over. “Vessel, are you crying?” shit. 

“N-no! Of course not. I’m fine,” Vessel turned away, and tried to covertly swipe at his eyes. 

“Oh, honey. Hey, look at me. Really, I’m sorry. Let me get you something, before you go back to your workout, okay?” II surprised the shit out of Vessel, by taking his chin in his hand, gently tilting Vessel’s entire head up, and pressing a soft kiss to Vessel’s forehead. “I’ll be right back, okay?” When II released his chin and turned away, Vessel couldn’t help but swoon backwards into the bench’s incline. His heart was in shambles. II’s lips had been so soft. He watched II walk away in the mirror. II reached back and readjusted the hem of his shirt, showing a tattoo on his lower back. Vessel would have to ask him about that when he got back.

[ddejavvu]

lovesick James waits for you outside of your last class everyday with flowers or a cup of hot chocolate or a new book

and when you've had a bad day, he's there with a picnic blanket and snacks so you can go lie down in the back of his car, listening to music and just cuddling

(it almost always leads to comfort sex where you beg him to take care of you and he just keeps repeating " 've got you, angel, 'm here for you, pretty girl)

OH LOVESICK!JAMES :(( sometimes they're flowers he's hand-picked! of course he gets you storebought bouquets, but they're even more special when he pulls them out of his shirt pocket and they're a little crumpled and one of them is still wet from the morning rain and they're all mismatched and endearing :')

a new book!! ohhh you know the way to my heart :') he asks you to read to him!

yes omg he keeps his car fully stocked with blankets and pillows and snacks so that you can snuggle up back there :')

JAMES AND REASSURING, SOFT SEX <33 he always takes care of his angel uGH i'm in shambles i'm going to scream and cry and throw a fit

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

speak to me as though no one will hear

by orphan_account

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Character: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Uh Oh! Now You Have to Talk to Each Other?, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Robin Buckley The Ultimate Steve Harrington Defender, Steve Harrington & Maxine "Max" Mayfield Have a Sibling Relationship, Getting Together, First Kiss, Eddie was the kid people asked out as a joke in high school, I said on tiktok i wanted a Steve Breakdown Steve so I must deliver Words: 5,300 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“I’m not perfect, okay? I’ve never claimed to be, but I try,” His voice broke, left in shambles as he continued. “I try so hard. I have given everyone everything they’ve ever asked of me and I never complained; not really! I could’ve left this town years ago and never looked back, but I didn’t. I stayed because I care about those kids, about Nancy and Robin and you.” “Steve,” Eddie started, “I didn’t-” “You didn’t what? Notice? Care? Nobody does!” Steve said, throwing his hands up, “I mean, do you how long it’s been since someone said they loved me? Even my parents can’t be bothered to say that shit! I have been waiting years for someone to notice that I"ve changed! That after everything I’ve been through, I’m still here! I’m not some idiot who peaked in high school!” Caught in the insufferable silence, all he could do was cry. *** Or Eddie thinks Steve's confession is a joke, and Steve realizes that nobody really thinks he's changed.

[darkandlightsides]

A shambling figure entered the offices where Loveletter had frequented, moving along past the computers as if looking for something.. An easy target, someone that didn't know of her danger, or to avoid her entirely. The virus could feed.

@foreverisnotafter

Loveletter didnt particularly come around to the offices that were more inhabitted anymore. Not after she had made such horrible developments with the ones that dreadful virus family frequented. No no, she had to start over, from scratch. A new change of scenery and some new faces? That will be good for prey... Its how she kicked things up a knotch last time, wasn't it?

She had found an office that she hadn't visited before- She decided to go with a calmer approach. Keep her energy down ( No matter how difficult for her this may be) so not to put someone off right away this time. She studied some old computers, running her fingertips through the dusty surfaces and examining the yellow tone of the once white plastic monitors. Her eyes narrowed behind her pink lenses, a jitter of code sparking from her as she tried to appear more approachable. It was so difficult to keep it under wraps...

"Tch.... This pl4ce is insufferabl7 e--e-empty.... I should m💓ve onto somewhere more... lively..."

[vespertea]

i just put a good portion of my chapter in a draft on tumblr and im wondering if i need to shorten it ? ? ? will people read big comics or do i have to compress it down ? ? i guess it would be easier or faster to produce if i had to do less at a time and had extra pages waiting to be posted but if i was reading anything i'd like to be able to read as much as possible about it so idk D:

[einsamerhund]

Question for Mr. Werewolf when you have time to get around to it: why the long guns? Is your shot as bad as the Major's?

Oh, these things…

hans thought back to the day he even got these guns, looking down and inspecting them as the machinery clicked and settled with the twist of his wrists. Herr Major once saw Hans firing many a set of arms from the stock in their barracks. As expected, the werewolf wore the same demure expression as each shot rang in beautifully deafening symphony at the target. All perfect shots.

“Oooohohoh! Absolutely splendid show, mein dear Captain~!” Max ushered his entrance with a sing-song praise of his brilliant new specimen. He always liked to imagine the scene around his precious toys as they demonstrated their capabilities. Oh, the bodies that filled the mind of that portly madman were ones very few could sleep to; it happened to be the only suitable lullaby for someone as twisted as the Major…

“Zhough I notice… you seem… bored.”

Ja. Exceptionally so. Captain realized as his body grew stronger by the day with such rigorous training emboldening the already impressive lycan physique he had, modern weaponry felt hollow. Why bother with a bullet what a pair of claws can do just as well? Child’s play.

“Perhaps zhere is a vay ve can remedy zhis. I see you’ve an eye for zhe mauser. Quite a fun one! Compact, fast, zhe vorks! But… simple.” In that same breath, an almost disgustingly long rectangular lockbox was placed upon the table that housed many of the ammunition Hans had run through that day. It was a fine oak polished to an egregious shine, decorated with a fine filigree border that resembled leaves encroaching upon the center. The delicate click of the latches echoed in the range that undeniably brought intrigue to Günsche. “Zhey say zhis kind of artistry is a vaste. But vhen I see a veapon such a zhis, judged by it’s supposed “impracticality”? I zhink of an ancient proverb passed down to many of my generation…”

It was then that Hans glimpsed them. A bulkier set of mausers, definitely meant for a higher caliber. But mein got, those barrels. Almost embarrassingly long as the red velvet interior nested them finely in the case. It took a lot to bring any sort of expression to Hans’ face; this was one of those moments. And it was one of bewilderment. That very moment was when a finger snapped, and a door opened with shambling footsteps. A man, a fellow soldier, tied up behind his back and blindfolded. He was in too much smoldering fear to speak up at this point, and chose to simple scramble through to find some form of exit as his moans of desperation bounced off the rocky brick walls. And major got close, speaking the very phrase that lingered in the moment.

“Unter Blinden ist der Einäugige König…”

Without much hesitation, fearing to consequences of rejection, Hans lifted the unwieldy firearm in his firm grip and aimed. The man was an annoying target— his futile shambling only amplifying the unexpected difficulty of steadying such an awkward gun. Every second that passed, he knew a fire was mustering in Herr Major; it disgusted him, as if Captain was feeding some shameless and carnal fetish for Montana’s bloodlust until the shot finally rang.

And soon it did. The man lay lifeless on the floor, and Major calmly smiled with raised brows and a gesturing hand, inviting the Captain to observe his handiwork.

“Ooof. Armes ding… scraped zhe side of his head. Sure, his brains are finely splattered on zhe ground. But sloppy. Zhe art must be perfected. Keep at it, one-eyed king. You may understand zhat pistol’s beauty just yet!” As he left, Hans had to admit something to himself that bore some truth. Major was right: This gun is an art form. Sure, he missed the mark by a few inches, but it challenged him. Finally, a human instrument that met the standard of his skill and need to refine. And of course, the intimidation factor alone made the many years of weilding these dual Mausers a small victory to draw. So yes, in the beginning, Hans was a terrible shot.

At first.

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

12th Day: Days Spend With You Are Warm

Navi

Furuya x gn!reader (Detective x Family), Dazai x gn!reader

Advent Calendar

Warnings: none

Wordcount: around 200-300

“I need you to make some cookies.”

“What?” you laughed at the sight of a dishevelled Kaito climbing through the window.

“Furuya-san caught me again.”

You snorted.

“Sometimes I really wonder if you´re even trying to learn from me.”

“I am – oh shit, he´s coming. I´m not here.” Kaito rushed towards his room, and hectically closed the door behind himself. Not even a second later, Furuya entered your shared home.

“Oh, darling, you´re here early.” With a few steps, you were beside him, caressing his cheek. Absentmindedly, he drew you closer to him by the waist.

“Have you seen Kaito?”

“Has he been up to something again?”

“You will not believe what he did this time. He played card tricks to distract a police officer, so he could steal the keys to her car.”

You hid a snort, secretly proud of the little prodigy.

“Well, I´m sure he´ll be here later for you to scold him. I was about to make cookies, my dear, how about you just sit down and relax a bit? You´ve been working so hard for us lately.”

He groaned in satisfaction, before pressing a kiss to your cheek and walking towards the living room couch.

“You´re heaven-sent. What would I do without you, (Y/N)?”

You giggled.

“That´s what I´m here for, after all.”

His cheeks were red and little droplets of sweat ran down his forehead. Gently, you dried his skin, frowning when you heard the ragged puffs of breath leaving his dry lips. You pressed a delicate kiss to them, then you stood up to refill his bottle of water. When you returned, Dazai was awake. His eyes were drooping, and his mouth was opened in heavy breathing.

“Hello, ´samu,” you said, softly smiling at him.

“Mmm, feel s´tired,” he mumbled, trying to reach out to you with fatigued limbs.

“Of course you do, baby, you´re sick. And that for several days already. Days were you ran around town, instead of resting, like you should have,” you scolded him gently.

Dazai pouted.

“Want you to hold me. C´mere. Yes, yes, just like that.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Were you even listening to me, Osamu?”

He looked up from his place laying on your chest, a wide grin on his lips.

“You were saying how you would play with my hair, right?”

“If you´re this chipper already, I think you won´t need that, right??”

He gasped.

“What? No. No, no, no, my darling, my heart, my sweet lover, you can´t be serious? I´m sick. I am in shambles. You have to take care of me!”

You laughed and drew him closer to your body.

"Of course, baby, of course."

[navyseal--t4t]

Seeing folks making riptide OCs cured my artblock and I wasn't able to resist making my own.

This is Ambrose, A reborn changeling necromancer/druid risen from the grave and held together by their own magic. She lost most of her memories from her past life and now she’s trying to make a new life and find out what she left behind in her old one. If you need someone to raise the dead or tame a beast he's your guy but otherwise he mainly just does small chores around the ship while occasionally causing some mischief to keep himself entertained.

(some fun facts under the cut)

- Xyr first memory post death was waking up in a forest covered in mushrooms and overgrown plants

-She is nonverbal and uses sign language. She also wears many rings and bracelets because she likes the sounds they make while she signs

-The mushrooms that grow out of his skin are their own living organisms that he can communicate with. Pros: they make it near impossible for someone to sneak up on him, Cons: they never shut up and make it near impossible for him to sleep due to all the sweet fungi gossip constantly being whispered in his ear

-The more injured ze gets the more mushrooms grow over zir body

-If you see/hear a shambling undead monstrosity wandering the ship it just means ve were probably just feeling like being quirky today, don't worry about it

-While ae don’t put much work into hiding aer inhuman traits getting aer to admit that ae are not human is like pulling teeth, Ae also don't know absolutely anything about human biology but ae are very good at being confidently incorrect about it

[totallynotanannetesimp]

Confession: i fucking hate the criminal case fandom. Its in shambles,like its on life support begging to ve unplugged or some shit. The only place where the fandom is active and not everything is the same is Tik Tok,where i saw few people not be copy pastes of other people. Criminal case fandom is also giving off "100.000.000 people used to live there,now its a ghost twon" vibes. Atleast,here on Tumblr the fandom is WAYYYYY less toxic than on TikTok,where if you dont like Louis Leroux you WILL get death threats. I feel like this fandom needs to grow but is already too full and both too small to do it. Almost all the media present on Youtube was made pre season 5,which says A LOT to me. I hope that this post dosent end up being a faded memory in two peoples minds. The bright side is that drama is easily forgotten about after two days,and artists in this fandom are amazing. Also,i hate Ink. I hate them. BOBBY STANS DNI.

[userboxvariety]

because 🍰've requested so much fandom stuff, a userbox that says "this user is plural in a weird way" please !! use whatever theme feels right :3

- 🍰

🍰 !! i am in shambles , i couldn't decide what to do so i just put unfunny images on it , i hope that's alright !!