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I need yall to know that the session where wager killed fawn was *so much* that I picked back up my fawn crochet project so I could finish it and hug her for real. My desk is messy and she doesn't stand on her own (I need to get a stand) but LOOK AT HER

for attempting to bleach my hair more evenly than I have before it somehow did a worse/patchier job than it has for ages, but this has resulted in like a mottled rose gold effect with the pink hair dye so honestly? blessing in disguise

I promise I'll go back to being funny and hot soon, my ass ain't the only thing that's sick af

fun connection on this archived kickstarter update from the 2011 production/s of "the bus" as found by @broadway-heere-i-come ft. many pics from their trip to wichita, kansas for several performances there, including this one

fantastic stuff & was noticing that it seems like partly legible lyrics back there, which sent me over to consult that q&a sincerely me vlog again like hang on lol. and sure enough

lo, behold

Honestly though I think it’s really a bad sign when I look at Shin Tsukimi and literally feel like he’s a self insert 😩

the danno cannot be held back by the power of a mere hellsite, he must be free!!!

I'm being interviewed tomorrow about my job at the library and there is both great fear and excitement in my heart

Bear came to visit.

Hey so ive been this reading this manga called "ojisama to neko" ( eng: "a man and his cat" ) and its sosososo cute so sweet 10/10 would recommend also THE MAIN MAN LOOKS. KINDA LIKE SAWASHIRO EVEN IF THEIR PERSONALITIES COULDNT BE MORE FAR APART. His name is Fuyuki Kanda and he is very dear to me just thought to share hope u have a wonderful day

NOOOO I LOVE OJISAMA TO NEKO SO MUCH !!!! I REMEMBER WHEN IT FIRST CAME OUT YEARS AGO AND I REALLY WANTED PHYSICAL COPIES OF IT DESPITE IT BEING ONLY IN JAPANESE AT THE TIME AAAAAA SUCH A GOOD SERIES I LOVE FUKUMARU SO MUCH….

You're more amazing than snuggles

Hey, so, I just realized that the "A Familiar Melody" story shouldn't be possible because Alice would've got teleported home after saving the world. I see no good way to correct this error, so I guess I'll just leave it up. Oops.

bruh he rly can't be stopped

ike was in second place at 95 wins, let that sink in for a minute

one thing i'll say is that the most random shit would be tagged as cottagecore goblincore and coquette

Google Search i just saw a frog girl npc in Minecraft who was A posing and after looking to see if anyone else has seen her ive started experiencing vivid hallucinations and she is waving at me from the open tab. Google Search i am in a horrible state of delirium am i going to die

mumbos s10 so far has been very inspiring for ofar lol

❝ against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness. ❞ — hehe blanche also !!

The helmet had been melted, pressed to his flesh, almost grafting steel to skin from the burning touch of the Three Fingers. Just the same, the whole of the armor he wore had melded with his body where each and every movement is a tug upon unhealed burns. Yet it is the helmet that holds attention now, for only the visor could be lifted just enough to allow passage of food and water when necessary ( or to tear free an eye during a panicked fit ). With Vyke's daily jostling, he had torn skin until bleeding, only to find a silver lining in loosening the helm's hold upon him.

Yet never did he think he could remove any portion of his armor fully. Not without help, that is ...

He watches Blanche work, the one eye left to him holding its steady view of the maiden. Against the flickering of the firelight, the shadows shift around her features but never do they morph into the grotesque. She remains as she is in the daylight—soft, beautiful, a reminder ( for ... for what? Of who? ). Yet the pain that stabs into his head where the helmet pulls and twists as she tries to lift it, dares to ruin the view entirely. It blurs his sight, forcing him to wince and cringe away, as her fingers work carefully around the burn.

He knows she does not mean to hurt him, thus, he remains silent with only a strained grunt as flesh almost tears completely once the helmet finally lifts from his head. No longer is his hearing impeded, nor is his ability to feel the soft breeze of the outside air that which soothes the sting from the burn on the side of his face. Sullied strands of silver hair, now free, tickle against sore flesh, but before he could push it back, a certain warmth comes to it instead.

Movements still with tense hands ... Vyke's eye stares at Blanche once more—his sight has never been good since the Three Fingers, he wonders if she knows this with her words spoken. A quiet, resonant statement, filling him throughout, and forcing down the base instinct to push the foreign hand away. But one thing stands out among it: there is a calm to her touch. The tension flees, his breathing evens out, and almost his mind quiets completely.

❛ Yes ... ❜ It is a whisper he speaks, almost an exhale of breath, as he acknowledges her. The hand does not remove itself, and for that he is glad, as his head tilts and leans into her touch, of fingers that do not burn. ❛ Remain there awhile, won't you? ❜

@folie2deux !