#im cryne

[cumbr666in]

delirious: yall ugly

cartoonz: eye of the beholder my man

delirious: behold deez nuts

[elijahi]

[gayvalry-blog]

    ⇝ ‘ owo what’s this! ⑅ dash commentary. 

    she’s kinda hoping they’re talking about... juice or something.     she’s not dumb enough to ask. she knows better. 

[nottsukiii]

damn artblock, why now? >;C

[ask-da-marsrover]

behind the scene

[waiting-and-whispering]

[peachcreamysunday]

SHIRO’S HAIR FLOOF IS BACK AND THAT’S NOT ONLY IT

[gayvalry-blog]

⇝ ‘ freaky friday amirite  ⑅  @squirehearted

   there were a few things that went through her head at the addition of thighs around her entire face. the first wasn’t, as one might expect, to consider that her thighs were much stronger than she realised, though it was considered eventually. all that running must be paying off, eh? another thought -- and this one didn’t even come second -- was either her body was really light, or brigitte’s shoulders really were made of stone. she barely felt the hop, and it sure didn’t bowl her over. 

    the first thing though? definitely not totally inappropriate, definitely not mentally sending her into a bizarre personal crisis, and definitely not the reason her cheeks flushed a pale red and her freckles (she has even MORE now) were showing up ridiculously obviously. 

    and now, as if it wasn’t enough that lena also had to deal with LONG HAIR for the first time in over ten years, she wasn’t being allowed to eat her jaffa cakes. 

    lena reached up with meaty hands and slapped at her own thighs (her internal monologue was going crazy and yet she still managed to wonder why she wasn’t feeling the pain of slapping her own thighs) like a wrestler tapping out of a take-down. the jaffa cakes were long gone already, and lena was looking up at her own face peering down at her with incredibly pained disappointment. 

          “i’m HUNGRY brigitte! isn’t this all just a little too traumatic            to be suffering through without some bloody comfort food?” 

   brigitte sure did make her voice sound awfully... west end. her mum would be having a field day with this. you know, once she stopped crying because it’s happening again. lena groaned, half heartedly swiping a hand upwards like she had a hope in hell of getting the bag before brigitte could swipe it away. 

                                                          “if i can’t eat that, what CAN i eat?”