#goals tbh
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hello animal crossing version 2
i’ll be literally only playing acnh for the next 5-7 business days
marriage is so insane like that’s your government approved bestie for life
logging on jus to say i wanna have south’s children
i want a gay-coded-villain-coded hero. everything about their aesthetics says that they are evil and gay, but technically speaking their behavior is never anything less than noble and helpful, albeit in a weirdly sinister way.
Sometimes one must become the sinister gay agent of chaos you want to see in the world.
In my Steven Grant voice: “I can’t tell the difference between Iman Vellani and Kamala Khan”:
lazy days of summer by EdwinaFran
old House Dimitrescu art I never got around to posting
can you imagine the sheer catharsis of using power tools in your garage with the door open blasting dadrock on a summer weekend
Superior writing advice:
Make your characters FREAKS. Make them DERANGED. Make people think ‘surely this one guy towards the back is normal’ only to reveal FUCK NO. The guy in the back exclusively collects clown paintings (paintings done by professional clowns) and has an irrational hatred of second floors.
Date someone who literally begs to go down on you
i hope i’m not just a mutual to you but a potential heist partner as well
When I say I’m a sweet dom, I don’t mean I’m not going to spank you raw and fuck your throat or eat you til you’re screaming.
I don’t mean I’m not gonna whip you and call you a cockslut, but I’m gonna smile and call you my pretty little cockslut, god look at those gorgeous lips stretched around my cock, don’t you love being used like that, sweetheart? I love how you look like this.
I don’t mean you won’t get punished or degraded or pushed around, but I’m gonna kiss your gorgeous neck and tell you how good you’re being, that just because you broke the rules doesn’t mean you’re bad, just that you need to be punished.
And while I pound you til you’re raw, I’ll be wiping the tears from your eyes and kissing your cheeks, pulling the hair out of your face and telling you how fucking beautiful you look like that.
Shoutout to the comedy duo of TSA agents I just encountered, one of whom called me “sir,” the other of whom called me “ma'am,” both of whom apologized in unison, each thinking the other was right