She balled so hard they banned her from ballin.

ARISE, YE BALLERS

YE SLAM, WHO YET JAM

Ms paint

stupid dog

zinetober day 14! lacking a bit in content but those donuts were really good man

yeah

serirei doodles n lil comics

my mom didn't carry me, she fucking DRIBBLED me

ballin

I'm losing my mind @hammy-art wanted this

stop posting about FAITH I'M TIRED OF SEEING IT

my friends on tiktok send me FAITH

on discord it's fucking FAITH

I WAS IN A SERVER RIGHT? AND ALL OF THE CHANNELS WERE JUST FUCKING FAITH

I showed my portrait of jesus getting crucified to my ex wife and pointed at the cross and just

"HEY MOLLY, WHEN THE CRUCIFIX IS SUS, HAHAHA"

[faith home menu music]

Still image below the cut

Hero & Partner Week (@heropartnerweek) - Day 2: Home | Flowers | Favorite Scene

...Bless you!

Here's my (late) submission for Day 2! I haven't done anything in a while with my Explorers duo in a long time, so here's some cheesy flower fun with Silent (Shinx) and Arina (Vulpix)!

It's important to not forget the fun times too <3

The Miles Morales mood spectrum

hey, remember 2.3? what was up with that event....

redraw of a thing from 2021 which was sorta a screencap redraw from that one cutscene

also oml albedo your in-game model... i am still so sorry to what they did to you and your hair especially.. i hope they go back and revamp it but i dont have high hopes for that happening 😔

ballin at hokkai

"Why don't you wear your tags?" Soap asks, forty-seven minutes past his allotted sleep time, still scribbling. "You already know,” Ghost challenges, shooting a look at Soap who only raises an expectant eyebrow in return. Ghost sighs, shrugs. “No use for em, really. Already am a dead man.” He looks back out the window, watches the lights flicker, red and blue and green like they belong on a Christmas tree. “And there's nothing left to return me to anyway." It’s quiet for a long while, just lights and a pencil scratching against paper, then, at fifty-two minutes Soap suddenly says, barely a whisper, "I'd want to know." "What?" Ghost huffs, suddenly reluctant to meet Soap’s eyes. He does it anyway. "You'd bury me?" Soap holds his gaze. "I'd mourn you," he says. Ghost grits his teeth. "Waste of time." "Not to me," Soap says as if he means it.

not from the absence | CHAPTER THREE [read on ao3]

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