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irradiatedwarlock · 3 days
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Did he just call Crowley a trollop?
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fuiru · 5 months
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I was reminded today of the greatest joke I’ve ever made, which was while doing some DIY my wife said “I hate the reciprocating saw” and I said “it feels the same way about you”
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whosectype · 11 months
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gunpowdertimsleftgun · 3 months
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i think my classmates have caught on to my tma obsession… /neg
they keep repeating “jonny sims” randomly and the pure and utter terror i feel every time 😭
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kingtheannoying · 18 days
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boop
Boop!
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suugarbabe · 3 months
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shinkaishoujo103 · 7 months
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Its so suover
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mauvelilywilliams · 4 months
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Writeblr Garden Advent Calendar Event: Excerpt
Sadly, I do not have an excerpt yet for the wintery story in my Skyline Spirits stories, but I can still share an excerpt of what I have. :D
Here is a short excerpt with Die antagonizing Old Man Snatch, the leader of the community he lives in. And Die's public reasoning as to why he's called 'Die'.
Depending on your innocence level, this could be seen has having a sexual reference in it. ;) It's left ambiguous as to whether it is or not.
(Excerpt found under the cut)
The man took a pebble and chucked it at the old geezer. It bounced off his shiny balding head, causing him to duck in preparation for more. But none came. At the moment anyway. The young man had another in his fist, at the ready. The old man cursed, supposedly. It was jumbled up. The energy behind it sounded like a curse though. He turned to search for his assailant, and spotted the tall line of grapes along the back wall. The younger man peeked over the wall, separating the concrete bleachers from the grapes and rest of the garden below. The old man took a cautious step forward, not seeing where the other was hiding. And this was too good an opportunity. The young man let loose the other rock. This time it caught the balding geezer in the shoulder. He spat a curse, and caught sight of his attacker's black hair peeking up from over the concrete. “DAMNIT! I WISH THAT YOU’D JUST DIE!” The younger slowly rose up from his defensive barrier with a grin. “Oh? But I did! I changed my name and everything for you!” The old man stomped and went turned red. “CALLING YOURSELF ‘DIE’ IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!” Die pointed before wagging his finger. “Careful Snatch, or you’ll have a stroke!” That caught the old man off-guard. He paused long enough for the moment to feel awkward before shaking his head. “Stop saying stupid things!” Die tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know what a stroke is, do you?” “It’s when you pet a cat!” Die blinked. Well, the old man wasn’t wrong. Old Man Snatch suddenly stomped his foot, seemingly understanding. “ME YELLING AT YOU IS NOT GOING TO MAKE MY WIFE STROKE ME!” Die coughed to hide the laughter. Way too much information.
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stocious · 1 year
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wip game
tagged by @mmmichyyy, thank you! 🖤 also totally stealin’ your formatting okbye. have a very very very rough first draft of this project i’m aming to get out sometime in april maybe.
“You better hurry if you want breakfast, Cinderella,” Mickey mumbles around the cigarette while pulling two eggs from the back of one of the nests. The white hen just blinks at him as he gently places the eggs in his jacket pocket. He looks back, pulling the cigarette from his lips after his final drag and puts it out under his shoe. “Or are you waiting to pick at me like you always do you?”
The chicken just keeps looking at him and he shakes his head. “Yeah, I thought so,” He sighs, leaning in closer to Cinderella’s nest. She pulls her head back a bit, blinking. “Don’t fucking pick me,” he warns as he reaches towards her. Mickey’s hand just barely comes into reach for the chicken to instantly start attacking it, picking hard at the back of his hand twice. Three times. He twitches, curses under his breath but shoves his hand under the animal to feel for more eggs. She starts picking at his jacket around his wrist but it's thick enough to cushion her attacks. Mickey grabs the three eggs she’s laying on and pulls them out, all while still being attacked.
“You can fucking pick at me all you want, I’m still gonna take them,” He informs her uselessly and places her three eggs along with the other two. He’s not sure if chickens are able to show expressions with their face but he’s sure she glares at him with absolute murder in her eyes as he leans away from her and starts searching the other nests on the other side of hers. 
taggging (if you wanna): @notherenewjersey @imsorry-imlate @ian-galagher and anyone else 🖤
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laprimera · 11 months
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@strawberrycriisiis
Mind +
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YOUR THOUGHTS - o p e n
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" I didn't have to read your mind to know that-- "
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caramello-styles · 11 months
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Hi Al 👋 just dropping in to say I love and appreciate you 😘
I’m gonna keep you forever jo
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drgmissioncontrol · 1 year
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i really want to fight you barehanded, but i do respect you as my colleague. somewhat. but i still want to fight you. does this make sense? anyway, what's the policy about setting off bombs in the dorms. thank you in advance, from a very sorry driller.
Trust me. I wouldn’t be a true deep-space miner if I wasn’t familiar with that feeling. The bombs are an immediate no-no, due to risk of blowing a hole in the Space Rig.
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tau1tvec · 9 months
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💌 | It's time to spread some positivity! Send this to 5 other simmers to show how much you appreciate them & their content 💖💖
Ty!
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