i just punched my face to the story of us taylor’s version oops……
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AM I ABOUT TO GET FUCKING MARRIED?? IN A T4T MLM RELATIONSHIP?? THIS BITCH IS ABOUT TO BE A HUSBAND???
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Yall I am fuckging shaking SO HARD i mi GHT FAINT FROM THE EXCITEMENT OF THIS FUCKCOG BOOK
I HAVEN TE VEN PREORDERED YET I AM JUST SHAKING SO HARD RN
YALL
SOMEONE HOLD MY JAND
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i be telling myself grr i gotta upload art on the ao3 but also it feels so,,, wonky to use,,, like i do not want 2 be messing w code in order to get the images all nice and neat
so theyre jus gonna be stuffed in my tumblr lol. ill probably throw in a new tag w em so i can find them easily haha
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Heya!, Soni here!, I am not sure if you take requests, but, I'd love to see your Kinito interacting with mine!; (USB!Kinito)!!
alsoooo, I really adore the way you draw your kinito :O!!, they are freaking adorable, just a little pink gumball guy!!
Since I really like your artstyle a lot!!, one artist to another!!
Also, also, make sure to take plenty of breaks and drink water, or I will throw cheese at you, this is a threat!!! >:) /pos
aaand a very messy doodle ;
soni check tags pretty please i have many kind words to sa-
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for some reason, none of this felt real until right now, as she watches each and every second tick by, waiting for the dreaded sound of the timer she’s set to decide their fate. everything up until this point was so blurred, in her mind. could hardly even remember waking up this morning and relaying her fears to miller, or buying the test, or ending up lying on the floor in wait, or experiencing any other emotion besides paralyzing fear. fuck, what if her gut feelings were right, and she really was pregnant ? her raw and bloodied cuticles speak volumes— she would be a mess. she would fail, somehow, she would fuck everything up, irrevocably. she wouldn’t even know how to begin to be ready for something like that when she could hardly keep herself fed and well-rested and clothed in clean, non-paint stained clothes (and not just miller’s t-shirts, either). there’s even some paint in her hair right now, frantically working at trying to get it out, as if it might change the outcome of this, or at least prove something, somehow. serves as a decent distraction, though, as her thoughts wander, wondering if he was as terrified as she was, if his thoughts were spiraling just as wildly as hers. of course, she’s thought about the prospect of this with him someday, but that’s just it— it was someday in the future, not now. and even then, she’s never been certain about the idea, not because of him, but because of her. because of her own family, her parents— how suffocated she was growing up in that house, always wondering when she would be enough. and she could lose herself in those thoughts, in the insecurities that gnaw at her bones, but it’s the sound of her timer reaching its end that snaps her out of it, adrenaline spiking in her system. “ fuck, ” she groans, arms draping across her eyes as she lay there against the floor, unable to move. “ will you look ? ” she asks, the corner of her eye peeking out from beneath one of her arms. and maybe it’s unfair, but she doesn’t think she could be the one to do it without throwing up everywhere. “ if it’s bad, you have my full permission to throw me off the balcony. it’s fine, really. ” / @bestcurse.
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i’m actually fine and normal abt this idk what you mean :————-)
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