💜 well, at 10am this morning, I got to find out my boyfriend has been stealing money from me by using my emergency credit card behind my back for the past 4 months, and I had to cancel my trip to Ireland because of it... So... Yeah. I got my nails done and they look cute. But now I'm crying. Yay. How's your day?
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When your favorite person sucks at lying
When he ignores you for almost 24 hours and uses his mom's phone to let you know that the power has been out this whole time.
Apparently, he's forgotten electric companies literally have outages posted publicly online.
I literally will lie to my family to make him look better, and he uses his family to lie to me.
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little red riding hood concept, in which you're traveling to visit your sick boyfriend. you've packed a basket of snacks and other remedies to help ease his cold, and you've made sure to travel during the day so you won't run into any trouble at night. you stay on the path, never once veering off your course. you keep vigilant.
despite your best preparations, you run into the one creature you were trying to avoid: mr. wolf. >_< and he has such sharp teeth, such a sleazy grin, such piercing eyes, such a tall, broad frame that looms over you. claws that prod curiously at your basket, ears that prick at the sound of your breath hitching, and a tail swishing languidly back and forth. why do you look so frightened? he just wants to accompany you on your little trip. you'll let him, won't you? he'll even guard you to make sure no big, bad wolves (not him; he's one of the good ones) get you.
fortunately, he is truthful about his intentions. unfortunately, you arrive to your boyfriend's home and find someone else lying peacefully in his bed. his teeth look much too sharp to be your boyfriend's. his eyes much too piercing... his maw much too vicious and bloodied..............
the door to the bedroom shuts, locking you in with two very hungry big, bad wolves.
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VARIGO PONIFIED
I learned how to draw ponies and I show leafy how to draw ponies too!
LY SM @gayleafpool
AND IF YOU SEE THIS GO AND GIVE SOME LOVE TO LEAFY :3333
And yeah this is going to be for a infected au ehehheheheh
Also here's the little sketch:b
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Seeing ur Lovers Rock art made me ship them more than ever before. (I saw them first on Twitter)
I would like to nominate 2 other Spideys for Mirage and Ronin Mikey.
Spider-Man Noir for Mirage
Spider-Man 2099 for Ronin
Plz consider 🥺👉👈
NO WAIT. YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG. I LOVE THEM.
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WAIT DID I TELL YOU GUYS I GOT MY T??????!!!! insurance and everything finally went through and i did my first injection yesterday!!!!!!! the sub-q is just. crazy less scary to me than intramuscular and the fact it's only once a week really puts my anxiety at ease :) im so excited :)!!!!
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its too late at night im having too many gay thoughts about these idiots so. here we are i guess.
It's Ian. No one else is going to fucking caress him. For all the informality of the company's content and general atmosphere, with this video concept especially, he's still their boss. And no one is going to want to, or have the guts to just fucking stroke his face like that. Even as he laughs and asks 'What is this?' he knows what's happening, knows who those hands belong to.
Two fingers drag down the right side of his face, and he feels the chalk that's left behind. It's going to stay for the rest of the video, and there's something to be said about that, he thinks. Something symbolic, something romantic, or even something funny, the last thought being slapped into his head when Ian's hand collides with his face.
It doesn't hurt that much, and immediately after he cracks a joke.
"This person thinks they're hilarious."
And they are, he wants to add. They're ridiculously funny, with a dark, somewhat skewed sense of humour to match his own, and they're brilliant and kind and so many other things, but right now they're making it easy for him.
"Who would caress my face and slap me outta nowhere?"
He, and everyone else in the room, and everyone who's going to watch the video, knows.
"Feels like an Ian move to me- Did you just boop me?"
Ian's locking it in, making sure that it's clear that, yeah, in case you couldn't figure it out already, it's me motherfucker.
"That's the only one you truly needed to get right."
Anthony laughs. He's not wrong - It wouldn't matter if he got everyone else dead wrong [even Angela, after hearing her speak and feeling her entire cast]. So long as he got Ian right, then it would be fine. There's probably also something to be said about how sweet that would be, but after having all the fucking braincells knocked out of his skull from the second person, he's not very poetic.
All that matters is that he guessed Ian correctly, and can still feel the two stripes of chalk on his cheek. [All that matters is that now there's a phantom warmth ghosting across his face, a replication of the gentle, almost loving strokes a distraction from the slight sting from everyone else's hands.]
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