#ayyyyy.

[ballorita1010]

Usted dibuja demasiado sensual para este mundo :''v 💗

>:'000000 QUE?!,NO MUJER! Qué cosas dice uwu,más bien USTED dibuja muy sukulentamente bellísimo para este mundo :''U!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Pero......encerio....le aprecio que piense eso de mi cáncer QwQ💞

Ayyy -chilla-

[pyrographarcanum]

[samuelesque-blog]

TAGGED BY: @aquilcm TAGGING ( EIGHT PEOPLE ): @nathansesque @nathan-nate-drake @pathologicalaeipathy and anyone else who wants to !! ONE ( NAME / ALIAS ): Kristi TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): June 11th THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): gemini FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′4″ FIVE ( TIME ): 1:19am SIX ( SLEEP ): as many as I can TBH SEVEN ( FAVORITE BOOKS ): sci-fi, fantasy, almost all fiction EIGHT ( FAVORITE ARTISTS ): the eagles, poets of the fall, keane, halsey NINE ( LAST MOVIE WATCHED ): the chronicles of narnia: the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe TEN ( COLLEGE ): just finished freshman year cries ELEVEN ( DREAM JOB ): ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ TWELVE ( THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): it’s literally samuel-esque. i just thought i was being clever omg.

[raidstombs]

@efficiiency

[alrnuri]

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[definingthemask]

After seeing a pig dolled up in a garish spider costume, Gwen thinks she’s officially accustomed to universe-leaping shenanigans. Emotionally? She could do without. It was exhausting, to say the least, but if there was one thing these past few months had helped her learn, it’s that she’s stronger than she originally thought. 

So when she’s hit and feels nothing around her she thinks well, worse ways to go.

Her second thought is of her dad, and how he’ll understand (he won’t).

But instead of ceasing, she hits something hard. Cradling her side and groaning, she rises and blinks her eyes open. 

World spins, then settles. “Guh.” 

It’s New York. Looks exactly the same. Except the billboard above her, which is normally one calling for vengeance for Peter with a crude caricature of her mask overlaying it, now has a picture of a very red vigilante with a huge WANTED sign plastered over it.

Huh. 

She flings a web up, hits the corner of the billboard, then vaults up and over. And, like clockwork, something tangles in her webbing and - 

Alternate universes suck. 

She’s staring at the very not-billboard-very-fleshy vigilante, whose wearing a much less aesthetically pleasing spider-themed jumpsuit (in her honest opinion, anyway). She breaks the web and lets another fly, spinning around the billboard and landing on the walkway in front of it. 

“Wow rude,” she yells up at him (well, could be her, but geez they’d be not too well-endowed in the chestacle area). “Haven’t you heard of sharing airspace?” 

[syrinq]

I present you the life of trash-a-me

[syrinq]

AYYYYYYYYYYYYYY