Awesomeness

[sweetiesugarbird]

Reblog this if you consider yourself part of Birblr

I want to see how many of us there are! (The only requirement for being part of birblr is wanting to be part of birblr! You don’t need to have a bird or blog about birds to be part of the community)

[netherosy]

*sees aph prussia* what an asshole

wait

fuck

i love him

[kiramaru7]

<3

[donamoeba]

PRIZE::

HETALIA PRIZE - ONE copy of Hetalia World Stars Volume 3, ONE set of 6 nordics stickers and ONE copy of a Bunny Prussia doujinshi anthology (no ships, rated PG for one panel of almost-naked France, otherwise it’s just the characters being cute)

FREE! PRIZE - ONE manjuu A4 size folder and ONE copy of “Bunny Rei-kun’s Favorite Things,” a doujinshi by Ciao Baby/Miike Romuko (makorei, rated G for really cute friendships and the characters as animals in the forest)

HOW TO ENTER::

You need to be following me to be eligible for the giveaway

To enter, please reblog this post and write either “hetalia” or “free!” in the tag. This will determine which prize you get

Only reblogs with a “free!” or “hetalia” tag count!

No giveaway blogs

Your tumblr’s ask must be open

If you win, you will need to give me your name and delivery address

Will ship anywhere on earth

There will be 1 free! prize winner and 1 hetalia prize winner

Entries will first be sorted into the two fandoms, then chosen with a random number generator

Winner wil be announced on this tumblr

If a winner doesn’t respond within 24 hours of me contacting them, another winner will be chosen

Giveaway ends on 15th April, 2016

Thank you for following me and good luck!

[kiramaru7]

Hetalia <3

[donamoeba]

PRIZE::

HETALIA PRIZE - ONE copy of Hetalia World Stars Volume 3, ONE set of 6 nordics stickers and ONE copy of a Bunny Prussia doujinshi anthology (no ships, rated PG for one panel of almost-naked France, otherwise it’s just the characters being cute)

FREE! PRIZE - ONE manjuu A4 size folder and ONE copy of “Bunny Rei-kun’s Favorite Things,” a doujinshi by Ciao Baby/Miike Romuko (makorei, rated G for really cute friendships and the characters as animals in the forest)

HOW TO ENTER::

You need to be following me to be eligible for the giveaway

To enter, please reblog this post and write either “hetalia” or “free!” in the tag. This will determine which prize you get

Only reblogs with a “free!” or “hetalia” tag count!

No giveaway blogs

Your tumblr’s ask must be open

If you win, you will need to give me your name and delivery address

Will ship anywhere on earth

There will be 1 free! prize winner and 1 hetalia prize winner

Entries will first be sorted into the two fandoms, then chosen with a random number generator

Winner wil be announced on this tumblr

If a winner doesn’t respond within 24 hours of me contacting them, another winner will be chosen

Giveaway ends on 15th April, 2016

Thank you for following me and good luck!

[eliciaforever-deactivated201906]

Why do artists refuse to use references why why why.

It’s not a contest to see who can get by without them. It’s not cheating to look at a thing in order to know what the thing looks like.

You don’t get stronger or better by pretending. Nobody is impressed by the awkward whatever-it-is you just drew. Use references.

[wolveswithhats]

I don’t think a lot of people know that it’s not cheating. I recall seeing so many piece of art called out because they referenced a pose, someone recognized it, and then proceeded to shame them for it. There’s this belief, both by creators and the audience, that artists should just be able to translate the ideas from their head to paper, and if they don’t, it’s plagiarism, or not true originality (spoiler alert: there’s no such thing).

I myself didn’t start using references until very recently, because even I was under the impression that it was frowned upon. And that belief has seriously crippled and stalled my ability to improve as an artist.

[priderising]

As a restarting artist, I can confirm. I just never knew. I thought you were just supposed to know how to draw the body correctly and if you didn’t you had no talent.

[reapergrellsutcliff]

(( I am going to say this again, loud and clear for everyone:

USING REFERENCES FOR ART IS NOT ‘CHEATING’!!!

If you can draw/paint without references, great!  But if you need to use them, and feel that your art can be bettered by using references, please, use them!  This is one of the biggest tips I can give to artists, is USE REFERENCES! 

Anyone who would dare to attack someone for using references after ‘recognizing a pose’ is a dipshit, who doesn’t know a thing about art.

Do you know who else used references for their art?

Norman Rockwell

Alphonse Mucha

Gustav Klimt

Toulouse Lautrec

Vincent Van Gogh

Paul Gauguin

Edgar Degas

Gil Elvgren

Frida Kahlo

Pablo Picasso

Disney Studios

And thousands of others!  So, artists! Go forth, and use references!!! ))

[armellin]

What do you think artists do when they ask someone to stand infron of them for 6 hours and then they draw this person. Do they cheat? Or when they place a still life and then paint it, cheating again? LOL

[euclase]

#literally one of the biggest fears I have #is for some douchefuck to dig out my reference #and point at it and say that I’m not a real artist #I don’t want you to dig out my references to prove that I didn’t make up a realistic picture out of fucking thin air #that’s not how art works #but especially on this site it happens CONSTANTLY #it’s so fucking scary #when people who’ve never touched a pen in their lives think they’re qualified to judge you #and ‘reveal’ how you’ve ‘scammed’ people

Soooo. I made this post originally on my personal blog (I’m eliciaforever), and it was nothing more than a little rant about a specific incident that I deleted after five minutes. But before I could delete it, it took the hell off on me, and now it has all these notes. And LOTS OF AMAZING INPUT.

And I just wanted to add in response to the above tags in particular, that shaming people for using references is something that happens to so many of us SO OFTEN. It doesn’t matter how skilled you are. People think art is supposed to be magical or whatever, and anything else is a crime. The reality of course is that art is a thousand times more deliberate than a lot of people think it is.

So yeah. Good info to pass along. Use references, kids. <3

[lindblut]

Reblogging because I think it’s important especially for young artists to gain the confidence to use references.

Seriously, references are esssential! Use them!

[garrus-archive-deactivated20191]

since I’m dissolving several of my collections, here is a Hetalia give away! 

you can win one of the following prizes:

Bad Friends Trio rubber straps (Prussia, France, Spain)

Prussia pouch

Hetalia Fantasia 3 (drama cd) 

WW1 Guidebook

each picture is one prize, that means there will be 4 winners in total 

rules: 

you don’t need to follow me 

you have to reblog this post to enter the giveaway

reblog as much as you want

shipping is world wide

no giveaway blogs

your ask box must be open

you must be willing to give me your address

Please do not follow me just for Hetalia! I barely blog about it. I just want to find new homes for my stuff. If you’re interested in other fandoms, feel free to check out my blog though! 

the give away ends on Sunday, 1 May 2016

if you have any questions feel free to send me a message

good luck!

[lionhxartx]

My parents want to cut down three trees that are in front of our house, there are birds and other little animals who live in there

Please reblog, and maybe I’ll be able to show them that its wrong, and convince them not to do them. Please. 

[kiramaru7]

Gift fic for darkfiragaa

Title: Après-ski Author: kira Genre: slice of life, romance Characters: Austria(Roderich), Switzerland (Vash) Pairing: Autria/Switzerland Rating: Adult Word count: 1741 Warning: none Summary: Austria and Switzerland spend the day together at Switzerland’s chalet… Author’s Note: Thanks to my beta Kat for looking this over for me.

For Sara…

The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the mountains. An ominous quiet briefly filled the air, followed by a deep rumbling. Vash grabbed the riffle out of Roderich’s hands and swore softly. He hurriedly slung it on his back, while Roderich looked around in confusion. Locking gazes with his skiing buddy, Roderich saw a brief flicker of panic in Vash’s eyes as he pulled his ski goggles down over his eyes.

“Let’s go, you idiot!” Vash took off; skiing like his life depended on it.

Roderich carefully pulled his own goggled down over his glasses. The rumbling seemed louder and he wondered what it was as he took off after Vash. Then it hit him. Avalanche; a word that struck fear into many skiers’ hearts. A wave of panic washed over him and Roderich skied like his life depended on it.  The personification of the country Austria, Roderich, in truth, did not have to worry about dying per se, but being caught up in a tumbling mass of snow, broken trees, and whatever else got into the path of destruction, and injuring himself, was not a pleasant thought. By the time he reached Vash’s side, the rumbling had stopped as the avalanche turned out to be a small one, just a sudden down pouring of snow from the peaks above them, though no less deadly. That did not stop Vash from rounding on him.

“Asshole!” He shoved him, pushing Roderich backwards; his ski poles helping to keep him from landing on his butt.

Roderich frowned. “You told me to fire and I did.”

“At the target, you moron!! What the hell were you thinking?! We could’ve been buried until the spring thaw!!”

Roderich went to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, until he realized he was wearing ski goggles over them. “But…” He frowned again. “Sorry, I missed, but the sound of the shots being fired shouldn’t have set off an avalanche. You did fire at the target a lot more than I did. Maybe it was bad timing? It was just one more shot and I happened to be the unlucky one who fired it?”

“I don’t know…” Vash trailed off, his anger mostly diffused. He looked in the direction of his chalet. “Let’s go.” He pushed off, parallel to the bottom of slope, in the direction of home.

Roderich silently followed him. He had no idea what started the avalanche, for all he knew it would have happened anyway regardless of whether or not they were there, target shooting. He just wished Vash was not such an ass about it. Yes, he understood the danger, he skied in his own Alps often enough to be aware of it. He also knew that you can sometimes set them off on purpose like they did in many a ski lodge and mountain village, but Roderich was also aware that they simply happened. New snow on top of shifting older layers, a sudden earthquake, even the movements of people or animals could cause one. He knew you could set them off with strategically placed explosives, but the sound of gunfire echoing across the mountains? Roderich was sure if conditions were that unstable, he and Vash would have been cooped up in his chalet. When they got back, Roderich made a mental note to see if there were any reports of fresh snowfall on the mountain. Since the avalanche was small and the upper slopes steep, Roderich was fairly certain that was the cause of the sudden onrush of snow and ice.

It did not take long for them to reach Vash’s chalet. After taking off their skis, they went inside. Roderich drank in the warmth. As much as he enjoyed skiing, lounging by the fire with a glass of mulled wine or two to warm him from the inside was a pleasant thought. As he hung up his ski jacket, Roderich said, “I think I’ll go grab a quick shower.” He sat down next to Vash on the bench in the mudroom and took off his ski boots.

Vash nodded. “I’ll go when you’re done.”

“Okay.” Roderich stood up and after putting his equipment away, he hurried to his room. Once there, he stripped out of his sweaty clothes, tossing them into the hamper. Naked, he shivered as he headed towards the shared bathroom. It sat between his room and Vash’s in the loft where both bedrooms were located. Roderich took a towel from the shelf and hung it up next to the shower. He reached inside and turned on the taps, adjusting the water to the exact temperature he preferred. As soon as it was warm enough, Roderich took off his glasses and left on the sink. He stepped inside the shower, sliding the door behind him.

The hot water did wonders for chasing away the chill from his bones and easing the aches from his muscles. Reaching for the shampoo, Roderich squirted some in his hand. He put the bottle back and washed his hair. As his rinsed the lather from his hair, he heard the sound of the shower door being slide back, followed by a quick blast of cold air. Roderich shivered as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around him from behind.

Vash closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on his friend and would be lover’s back. The water beat down on him too as he pulled Roderich close. His hand ghosted over his fellow country’s body. He was slightly built like Vash, but whereas he was whip-hard, Roderich was soft, although a certain part of his anatomy was rapidly becoming harder under Vash’s delicate touch. He tweaked Roderich’s nipple, the other moaning softly under his deft touch.  He pressed his own hardness against his fellow country’s backside. His need to dominate and be in control was strong, and in Roderich he found a willing partner. Yet, he also felt comfortable in letting Roderich dominate him in his own passive way.

Roderich turned in Vash’s arms. Cupping his fellow country’s cheeks, he kissed him long and hard. Breaking the kiss, he gave Vash a tight, knowing, little smile. Vash’s moans where a soft concerto in his ears, a delicate counter melody to the rush of the water pouring from the shower head.  Stepping back, he ran his hand lightly down Vash’s body, mimicking the teasing his fellow country gave him. He held Vash’s heavy sac in his hand, gently massaging it with the pad of his thumb. He trailed his hand upwards, ignoring Vash’s growing need, brushing his fingertips against the thick tangle of light brown curls at the base of his cock. Roderich smiled when his fellow country’s hips jerked forward of their own accord. He wondered if he should go down on his knees and suck him off, or should he simply stroke him until Vash could not take it anymore.

“Please?” Vash said through gritted teeth. He hated begging, but Roderich had excited such need in him that he wanted him now. Luckily, his fellow country did not make him wait long. Vash moaned as Roderich gripped his cock, stroking him slowly and deliberately. He felt weak in the knees and knew it would not be long before he climaxed. He panted, and gripping Roderich’s shoulders, felt his sac tightening as the pleasurable sensations pooled in his cock.

The corners of Roderich’s mouth curled upwards in a smile. Vash had been trying to thrust into him, but Roderich’s firm but gentle grip on the other country’s cock controlled his movements. Rubbing the pad of his thumb on the sensitive head, Roderich counted the beats in his head. And a one… and a two… and a three…

Letting out a strangled cry, Vash climaxed hard. His grip tightening on Roderich’s shoulders, he spewed his hot essence all over his fellow country’s hip. Panting heavily, he clung to him as he basked in his sexual high.

“Idiot…”

Vash pulled back and looked up at him the play of emotion clearly seen on his face. Roderich’s voice had been soft, almost a purr and Vash  never wanted to punch something so badly as he did in that moment. He knew what the look his fellow country was giving him meant and he had no choice, but to obey.

Roderich snorted in amusement. He wore a smirk that would have been at home on Prussia’s face as he watched Vash sink to his knees. Holding his cock out, he moaned softly as the warm confines of his fellow country’s mouth settled around it. Holding Vash’s head in his hands, he set the pace. Roderich loved his fellow country’s talented mouth and he wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

Vash gripped Roderich’s hips as he orally pleasured him. He licked and sucked, doing all those things that his fellow country loved. Keeping to the rhythm that Roderich had set, Vash did his best to get him to climax quickly. He wanted to go downstairs and sit in front of the fire, basking its warmth. After a morning spent skiing and a light lunch, Vash was looking forward to some rough and tumble sex in front of the fire. A little chocolate fondue for dessert… Vash’s fantasy was interrupted by a familiar salty tang on his tongue. He sucked Roderich dry, and pulling back with a loud pop that was lost in the rush of water from the shower head, he swallowed. Rising stiffly to his feet, Vash cupped his fellow country’s cheek. He leaned in and kissed him.

Roderich deepened it. He could taste himself as his tongue explored the warm confines of Vash’s mouth. He knew what Vash wanted to do and he was in complete agreement with those plans. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled him. “Don’t forget the fondue.”

Vash pulled back with a snort. “As if,” he said, his mouth contorting into a feral grin. Grabbing the soap, he quickly washed up. Nudging Roderich out the way, he rinsed off, before leaving the shower. “Hurry up!” he called out as he left the bathroom.

Roderich let the warmth of the shower wash over him for several minutes, before he turned off the taps. Getting out, he dried himself off, before padding naked to his room. He quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. He had a fun afternoon ahead of him and willing partner, not to mention some fondue for dessert.

[garrus-archive-deactivated20191]

since I’m dissolving several of my collections, here is a Hetalia give away! 

you can win one of the following prizes:

Bad Friends Trio rubber straps (Prussia, France, Spain)

Prussia pouch

Hetalia Fantasia 3 (drama cd) 

WW1 Guidebook

each picture is one prize, that means there will be 4 winners in total 

rules: 

you don’t need to follow me 

you have to reblog this post to enter the giveaway

reblog as much as you want

shipping is world wide

no giveaway blogs

your ask box must be open

you must be willing to give me your address

Please do not follow me just for Hetalia! I barely blog about it. I just want to find new homes for my stuff. If you’re interested in other fandoms, feel free to check out my blog though! 

the give away ends on Sunday, 1 May 2016

if you have any questions feel free to send me a message

good luck!

[potatopato]

For all our pet pals…

It’s true <3

[kiramaru7]

<3

[summer-fire]

Birds are great

Reblog if you too think birds are great

[kiramaru7]

Gift fic for HetaliaDutch

Title: Can't Help Falling in Love With You Author: kira Genre: Slice of Life, Romance Characters:  Spain (Tony), fem!Austria (Sophia) Pairing: Spain/fem!Austria Rating: PG 13 Word count: 1360 Warning: None Summary: Sophia and her husband Tony reaffirm their love for each other… Author’s Note: Thanks to my beta Kat for looking this over for me. “Can’t Help Falling in Love” is a pop ballad originally recorded by American singer Elvis Presley. It was published by Gladys Music, Elvis’ publishing company. It was written by Hugo Peretti, Luigi Creatore, George David Weiss.

For HetaliaDutch... Happy Holidays… (sorry it’s so late)

Sophia lay in bed, a book propped up against her knees while she waited for her husband to get out of the shower and come to bed.  She briefly looked up when he left the bathroom and smiled. Going back to her book, she ignored the dip in the bed when he got in and snuggled up next to her. She lifted her arm without taking her eyes off her book and he settled in, resting his head on her bosom.

“What are you reading?” Tony said.

“A book I borrowed from Ludwig, why?”

“You can’t seem to put it down.”

Sophia finished the page, and taking her bookmark out of the back of the book where she had placed it, she marked her place. Closing the book, she reached back and set it aside on her bedside table. “There, I put it down.”

Tony laughed.  Reaching up, he caressed her cheek and when she tilted her face down to look at him, he kissed her. Breaking the kiss, he said softly, “Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup. I’m going to wine you and dine you and bring you a big bouquet of red roses and sing love songs to you in Spanish and-”

She placed her fingertips on his lips. “Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, that what’s you do every year.”

“Yeah?” Tony sat up. “How do you celebrate Valentine’s Day in Austria?”

“I have no idea; I grew up in Spain like you did.” She smiled. “Why don’t you try something different in addition to the wonderful way we’ve always celebrated?”

He grinned. “Did you get me chocolates?”

“A big red heart full of them.” She kissed him.

“Hmmm… I must think about this.”

“Well, don’t think too hard, we do have to go to sleep.” Sophia opened her book and read a bit more.

“Can I call Mama Edelstein?” Tony reached over and took the book from her.

“In the morning and only to wish her a happy Valentine’s Day.” Sophia reached for her book. “Now give it back, I want to finish the chapter.”

“How about I read it to you?”  He looked down at the book. “Like a bedtime story.”

Sophia sighed. “If you must.”

“‘Cassandra’s heart beat wildly in her chest as Fernando’s nimble fingers plucked at the laces on her bodice. She had no idea what the pirate captain would do to her, but she reasoned it can’t be good. When he leaned over to nuzzle her creamy white bosom-’” He looked over at her. “Ludwig really reads this stuff?” Sophia nodded. “The Pirate King is a good book, Tony.”

“Yeah?” He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe it for a minute. Tony handed the book back.

She nodded. “It’s a romance book about this pirate king, Fernando Angelo Rodriquez, and while doing pirate things,” she said, describing it in terms that would appeal to him, “he captures the Lady Cassandra Covington, who was on a trip to visit her fiancé who has this import business in Italy and while the ship was in the Mediterranean, it was captured by the notorious pirate king.  And since it’s a romance novel and the main characters are Cassandra and Fernando, they eventually fall in love, the fiancé either dies or finds someone else, and they live happily ever after, the end.”

“And you and Ludwig like this stuff?”

“Yeah. What’s not to like about it? There’s gratuitous nudity-”

“Wait. It’s illustrated?” Tony tried grabbing the book.

Sophia looked at him and shook her head as she heaved a long suffering sigh. She continued as if he had not interrupted her, “And an obligatory sex scene, although older books in this genre used to fade to black whenever it reached that point.”

“So Cassandra and the pirate guy make love?”

“Yeah, although, it’s more like a rape since the girl obviously has Stockholm syndrome.”

“Hunh?”

“Never mind,” Sophia said. She skimmed the page. “Anyway, Fernando gets her naked, dumps her on his bed, admires the goods as your friend Gilbert would put it, and then they make sweet passionate love all night long to the gentle swaying of the ships as they sail through the Mediterranean, looking for adventure.”

“Can I borrow this book when you’re done?”

“If you can put up with heaving bosoms and creamy thighs, I don’t see why not. Just don’t ruin it as it’s Ludwig’s, okay?” She closed the book and placed it back on her bedside table.

“Okay,” Tony said. He wanted to know what his wife and her cousin saw in those books as his friend Gilbert, who happened to be Ludwig’s brother, called them stupid sissy books. Tony found it intriguing since Gilbert would read anything form the back of a cereal box, comic books, various magazines, as well as fiction and nonfiction, but he drew the line at romance. Tony’s other friend Francis claimed they’re okay since they were written for a female audience so not much of an appeal for men. Francis only read the ones he had as they were best sellers and good for making small talk with women, which he claimed saved many a date from disaster.

Sophia rolled over and turned off the light, before settling back into bed. She sighed contentedly when he spooned in behind her, his arm around her, holding her close. Muttering sweet words of love to her, he kissed her shoulder. They soon drifted off to sleep and woke up the next day, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Muttering a cheery “good morning” to her in Spanish, Tony reluctantly let go of his wife and got out of bed. He padded over to the master bathroom to start his morning routine. Sophia woke up a few minutes later when the warmth at her back finally dissipated. She rolled over, looking for her husband. Seeing he was gone, she got up and found him in the master bathroom, brushing his teeth.

“Morning,” she said at the start of her morning routine.

“Morning,” Tony replied around a mouthful of toothbrush and toothpaste.

Sophia shook her head at him, before washing her face.

Tony loved the way her nightie hugged the curves of her body. It was old and worn, an unlikely souvenir from a trip to America bought to replace the one she had lost when her luggage went missing. Knowing how much he liked it, she always made a point of wearing it the night before Valentine’s Day. He moved closer, and when she was finished drying her face, he hugged her from behind. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” Tony said softly in her ear.

Sophia shivered, his breath tickling her cheek. She settled back in his arms, “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” she said. Sophia giggled like a school girl when he cupped her breasts. He could be such a guy at times, and yet, there was always a touch of romance in whatever he did. Taking his hand, Sophia stepped away from him. She smiled and led him back to their bedroom.

Tony paused and tugging her hand, he got her raise it and twirled like they were dancing. Humming an old Elvis song, he pulled her close. They danced cheek to cheek in their pajamas, slowly swaying to it. It was the only song the two of them knew in English. Having heard it one night in a club while they were dating, they both liked it and after finding a Spanish translation, it became their song.

“Take my hand; take my whole life too…” Tony sang softly to her. “For I can't help falling in love with you…”

“Wise men say only fools rush in… But I can't help falling in love with you…” Sophia sang as they danced.

Tony tenderly cupped her cheek, and tilting her face upwards, he kissed her long and hard. Sophia melted into his kiss, pressing her body close to his. Breaking the kiss, Tony gathered her in his arms and carried her over to the bed where he gently set her down. They spent the morning making love and lounging around reaffirming the love they had for one another.

[aph-dumbass-deactivated20191201]

Reblog if

- APH Prussia

- Prucan

- Pruhun

- Germancest

- APH Prussia

- Pruame

- Prumano

- APH Prussia

- Bad touch trio 

- Nyo! Prussia

- Awesome trio 

- APH Prussia 

- Pruaus

- Literally anything that involves APH Prussia

So I can follow you : )

[hetalianobasuke]

APH Prussia

[kiramaru7]

<3

[boateggs]

Reblog with your first ever CLAMP series in the tags

Be it manga or anime. I’m just curious to see which ones were everyone’s intro to the fandom.

[kiramaru7]

Cardcaptor Sakura was my first series, ever. XD

[kiramaru7]

Getting to know me?

Rules: Tag 9 followers you want to know better. Tagged By: @cabonet Name: kira Star sign: libra Average hours of sleep: depends on how tired I am Lucky number: 7 Last thing I Googled: “Can't Help Falling in Love” I wanted to know who wrote the song. Favorite fictional character: Prussia What I’m wearing right now: black boots, black jeggings, black shirt with a pink/purple/white tie dye t-shirt over it & a black/grey/burgundy plaid shawl *is cold* Number of followers: I have no idea. XD Do I run more blogs?: no Why did I join Tumblr?: I joined to participate in a couple of Hetalia groups Do I get asks: no Why did I choose my URL? Hunh? XD

I hate tagging peeps so do it if you want to…

[alrighte]

[brow-deactivated20200621]

i swear if all of you dont reblog this i will cry

[multifandom-memer-deactivated20]

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