god i finally managed to talk w my dad on the phone (weve both been busy bees) and like the second thing he said was did you SEE the NETFLIX THREE BODY TRAILER 😭

FLINT LOCKWOOD FUCKING SHREDS SO HARD IN NEW BAND "AUTISTIC @-CCIDENT"

this is the best fucking thing ever

THEY WONT TOUCH YOU WHILE IM HERE

sona

ignore waterwub there,, got bored lol ((actually no dont ignore them they are my oc now trust me my mom owns msm /j)

Those blood Dobermann’s ended up in the Hunter’s Nightmare because the old hunters sent them out to subdue the villagers during the Hamlet massacre.

**headcanon formulated**

I feel like I need to be financially compensated for being raised to not know how to do like any fucking cleaning

"Are you okay?"

"Uh... not really. Me and Camilla broke up."

"Oh. Oh... I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, it's a lot. Can I turn in the intention statement later? I'm having these crying jags."

"Yeah, of course. Go ahead. Also, if you ever need to talk or anything, I'm here."

Broke my nice embroidery needle so we’re rockin with a much thinner thread for smacking patches on than I usually do lol

It works fine it’s just not as pretty as I want lol, but I still think these jeans will look pretty cool once I get em all patched in

It'd be funny I'll admit if my friends did answer the hack message BUT instead they would ask the hack message what's my OTP or favorite game (that's not Bugsnax, because the servers would give it away. COTL is my second favorite) and then stump it into going away lmao

traveller x artifact farming 150k words tragic ending hurt no comfort

my kind of scraped together cyno build isn’t actually that bad bc he’s got 70% crit rate and 221% crit damage, plus 260+ em, and i managed to get 125% er AND some electro damage bonus in there too and i don’t know how i pulled this off

aaaaa im pretty excited, my xiaos first plunge does already 40k with the level 77 jade spear and 175 crit dmg, versus 41k with the level 90 blackcliff and 196 crit dmg. seems like when its level 90, the jade spear will be a really nice upgrade for him AND still have so much more crit dmg left to get on the artifacts

yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee exams 🙃

i love my birdie sm bc hes very clearly unwell and uncomfy but still tries to kick my ass so he can like look at my phone. and obliterated a triscuit

Just read somewhere that Jinn hug us when we're sad to provide us with body warmth, but it's been disproven because there's no solid evidence (with them being from an unseen world and all that)

But just in case I'd like to thank each and every one of them (or just the one?) for not letting me freeze to death in my own torment, and I'd like to say that you were the warmest thing I had when I was alone, and that you reminded me that I'm still warm and not cold and dead and that I have so much to live for and that I need breathing room because I get overheated and that reminds me I'm alive

So yeah be it true or false, thank you for the warmth when I could barely find it anywhere else

thinking about painslut!ellie who likes getting scratched up by long nails.. ✮

nothing— and i punctuate nothing, compares to the painful bliss of feeling nails as whetted as a great white's jaw of knives tear red valleys into her shoulder blades. hell, ellie encourages you to mark up her back. not necessarily by words, though. a sort of fucking frenzy will kick in, and she'll embolden those claws to bite with her hips, rolling on yours, dragging her soppy folds all over your cunt. ellie angles herself in various ways; draws her groin under yours to hump your clit directly, positions and splays her pretty bush as she bounces on your bud, plasters her pussy full–on and circles the skin 'round. an unorthodox aim to get you wailing, "yyesss ellie!" as you cum against her puffy pussy and straightaway, without hesitation tracing your fingertips up her supple, dry–scored skin, you dip pressure beneath the jut of her shoulder blades and shred the flesh. "fuck! fuuck!" els' winces to your ear, growlish on the lobe as she nips it, "yeah, make me fucking bleed baby, fuckin' bleed." almost knurling her back into your clawing palms, seizing and clenching up her rump on your cunt as her cum spills lubricous and frothy inside your pussy lips, hiking herself up just so you could visual the honeyed webs keeping you two connected. "hurts so good, mhmm, so fucking.." but she is nay of breath and hazy of her heart and eye, the added zap to her climaxing core and the throbbing affliction of fresh crimson dashes oozing tiny beads of blood, sanguineous delight, offering of the pale mistress moon— has her merry to pass out. collapsing, her orangey sweat breasts fall to yours and squish like two pancakes, damp waist laying next, and lastly her chin hooking a home upon the nook of your neck, parting breaths she longs to not be livened of soon enough. "thank you.. thank y' thank— mhh, thank you." ellie recites a push of praises through your collarbone, her hand draped limp on your bicep wiping it's thumb so gentle with care, the ghostly graze dithers your brain a second— a moment you skip and fuzz the realization of a warm drip streaming on your rib during, the grasp of what that dribble was hitting you like a brick. "ellie, ur' back— y'need to.. huhh.. band-aid.." exhausted, little heaves clog your throat through the words, but ellie slacks her head up and renders them useless regardless, "mh–mm, it's fine. don't need 'em tonight." she gauzes your light worries in a tone that sifts through you, relaxes you, crafts you a reason to wonder 'why bother', and lie there lackadaisical as her kisses pepper cold on searing skin, a dozing meadow under the twilight sky of her sleepy gaze and in her arms like earth crust and soil fertile. sprouting in you a drug–like miasma that eats your thoughts and lulls your physical senses into a numb horizon, the last thing perceptible is the wash of air above you and a weighted thump beside you, leading you to believe ellie had bet on falling asleep as well, happy as a parakeet with liquid–iron proof of her bloody lovemaking flowing like a waterfall of bitterness down her back.

however, that proof had leaked and dotted the bedsheet come virgin daylight, adding one more thing to the laundry basket. ౨ৎ