Delicious Art, Literally So Awraahhh. I Want To Squish It.

There's no way we don't live in a simulation, because I've literally figured that out as well like three days ago.

when soap learns that the badminton projectile is called a shuttlecock

he makes it his new personality for three days straight

I forgot I have to be active here so here’s my Twitter tutorial on how to draw folds I made a while back to help a friend!

My birthday is coming up and if you can't give anything a reblog is always appreciated.

If you gimme a dollar I'll draw something real nice for you

CashApp: $PixelHotsauce

I feel like more hugs in this world would make it better

-ooc

Reblog to give a trans woman an embrace so warm and loving that you feel her shoulders drop and her body finally relax a little

Need someone to bounce back ships like that, it would be hilarious

@heyo-soul if you insist :) (I’ve been waiting for a moment to talk about any one of the insane aus floating around in my brain so thanks soul)

So I should start by prefacing that this is all a crack au. it’s my friend Ruby and I—you’ll recognize her from my authors notes—shooting the shit in our instagram DMs because we like the same stuff and we’re bored. This is not intended to be perfect to canon characterizations. I’m probably never going to write this into an actual fic because again: it’s a joke that I don’t really have the time to outline and type

That being said; while the actual concrete details and timeline of our au are shaky at best, the basic idea is this. Mel, Jayce, and Viktor get really drunk and have the in universe equivalent of a Vegas wedding. Viktor tries to correct the mistake and both Jayce and Mel want him to stay.

Listen ok here’s the sitch here’s the relationship triangle so Jayce and Mel are in a very loving and very public relationship. Viktor is absolutely PINING over both of them. Jayce and Mel are incredibly in love with him, and also sort of working under the assumption that he’s already part of the polycule. Unfortunately, Viktor’s self esteem and self worth in regards to his own relationships is so incredibly low that it never occurs to him that these people might care about him and want to be in a relationship with him.

That voice message is in reference to the giant portrait of Viktor that Jayce and Mel would ABSOLUTELY make because he sees it and STILL doesn’t get and he’s like “ah yes they appreciate my cheekbones. Aesthetically. Platonically.”

This all came from me describing a relationship on a show I’m watching and also this fic which is PHENOMENAL and I LOVE IT

So yeah that’s the Vegas wedding au. Tune in next time for the meljayvik celebrities au

"Forsooth, all those kinds of roses art to mine own taste. Despite their young age English roses have quite the presence in mine own garden. However, almost all roses have earned their right to bloom under my own care.'

- Rose

Another fan of roses, it appears. What is thy favourite rose variety?

- Rose

"I find dog roses to be most beautiful, but truly nothing could outdo a pretty chinese rose. Have you your own preferences?"

🌟 A Plea from Gaza: Rola’s Story 🌟

Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.

That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.

The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.

I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.

Our Current Reality Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?

How You Can Help I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to: 💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again. 🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity. 🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.

Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.

What Your Support Means Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.

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reblog to fucking bite the person you reblog from

Oh don't worry, I feel like that a lot of the time too. It's not as bad as it seems, because I always remember that I'm the best guy around kekeke!

- Fox 🦊🩷🧡

...I feel like I'm going insane.