#except maybe one

[cupophrogs]

Did you bring anything(like a phone or something) or a reason to be in the factory before you got thrown into the metaphorical deep end of “Toy hell”

Also, what happened after you got pass Huggy

“And Huggy? Honestly, I tried to get back to the front entrance after he took his tumble to The Depths. But whaddaya know, the vent was closed! So, downstairs my grumpy ass went. Then I met Poppy. But I’m lucky enough to still have song downloaded on my Spotify, so we get to play music, albeit sparingly.”

[murmurmurl]

I made this OC like. uh. ~5 years ago or something

completely forgot how to draw cats so I'm putting this everywhere I can because I'm surprised (and very proud) that she looks decent

[shihomiyano]

Top 5 DC characters and ships? :)

ahhhh thank you for sending one, anon ♡

characters:

shiho miyano

heiji hattori

shuichi akai

sonoko suzuki 

masumi sera

shinichi kudo 

ships: I have to say, I almost ship no one in dcmk, I truly don’t have strong feelings about any of these ships besides the first two agdsja

shiho x shuichi

kazuha x heiji

sato x takagi

ran x shinichi

heiji x shinichi

masumi x any of the girls tbh 

ask me my top six anything !

[jaeyleo]

i have SO MANY anti drafts i ;-; oh man. but i don’t think i wanna post the entire whole of the fics though. so like, send what time it is where u are and i’ll pick out a paragraph or two of the good ones for u if u want ? idk? i just don’t want them to go to waste but i also don’t know what else to add to them LOL

[manbunenthusiast]

being on Tinder has only made me realize that I have a very distinct type and that is “unassuming indie boys with glasses. beard preferred but not required”

[carelessflower]

Who do u like hurting the most Alec or Magnus??

For me Magnus

my alec either heavily body psychologically injured or dead so

[kheru-post-randoms]

Light. Loved.

Lost.

[kafkaespsps]

in a little diner in nowhere, MA.

Sunday. bright. loud open space, partners in workout clothes having sweaty breakfasts with dirt on their shins. phone-entranced high schoolers at a begrudging weekend brunch with mothers and fathers or maybe stepmothers and stepfathers, family not forged but found.

me, haggard, surrounded by ten friends wrapping up a bachelor party weekend, all sorts of baggage subdued but manifesting as chest pain and sweat.

it reminds me of the breakfast spot in my hometown, the heaping mounds of pancakes, the townie conversations between high schooler waiters and waitresses, the cramped space, the feeling of tireless and unbearable visibility. all these people on divergent paths converging on this one space. order the eggs benedict. it's pretty good.

and you smile and try to be present as you're tempestuous inside, in fear of the unknowable unpleasant that is always coming, coming, but then you think: I've been this boy before, in this diner, except it was a weary Sunday then and I gritted my teeth trying to talk to my parents.

and now I am an adult, someone many would consider a man, and that same fear resides in me. the only thing that changes are our responses.

try the almond joy iced coffee; it's too sweet but that's kind of the point.

and then you smile and achieve presence and realize these are your friends, that your frayed neurons will probably give you glimpses of this far down the arc, when you're old, looking back, the vestiges of your memory trying to conjure something pleasant and anesthetic as you edge nearer, nearer.

these are the good old days.

it's cacophonous and stuffy and sweaty and altogether too many carbs but look around the fucking table and take it in, now, now.