SHEN YUAN HAREM ENJOYERS RAISE YOUR HAND!!!1!!1!

Really astonishing this is acceptable to ever tag just because you don't want people to tag your art as "dazatsu".

don’t worry guys chuuya’s used to watching his boyfriend get folded in half on a daily basis

I literally cant fucking breathe 

Messed Up Idea: Semi-Good reveal where Danny's parents fully accept and love him, but they go into overprotective mode when the GIW get a lucky shot in one day. Terrified of their precious son's end they move out to Gotham where he can get plenty of ecto but the GIW are less likely to find him.

Unfortunately the best way to keep him from being found is to keep him in a special room they built to keep his ecto-signature contained and untraceable. Danny hates this because his parents won't let him out of that room anymore! It's a gilded cage filled with soft comforts and things he loves, but his sister and friends aren't there and he can't feel the wind or see the sky. Only his parents come to see him, but he knows he should be grateful they love him so much. This is the most attention they've ever given him.

But sometimes Danny is Bad and he slips away to haunt the rooftops away from his new home. He knows that it's wrong and he's endangering himself and his parents but he misses Jazz in Stanford and his friends back in Amity and the stars just above the burning smog. Sometimes he just spends lonely nights staring out at the city lights before he needs to return to that loving prison. But maybe someone new can keep him company on those lonely nights until at last he can be free again.

HES REAL

he just goes to another dimension

for the clownbo enjoyers who aren't on ao3, here's my list of clownbo fics so far!!!!! please enjoy 💚💚💚

Finished my toxic kandi gas mask💕

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

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Hes like a cat That doesn’t care where you move it as long as it can still stare ominously at the empty room corner

why is this the funniest thing ever

I just watched a lady get five jars of alfredo sauce and leave the pasta isle with just the five jars and two pasta boxes, not even big boxes, just two small pasta boxes.