#this was new

[h3r-uns0b3r-ways]

I really hope you get hung in the streets.

what.

(anon. idk who you are. but please. just block me.)

[sanzosin]

Part two of the Sketch give-away!

for @maggotknight

RT Lilith von Valancius + Felix

i got such Marilyn Monroe vibes when sketching this RT <3

[lanternlightss]

i have caught myself looking so very concerned in the reflection of my switch more times than I thought i would. and i don’t even realize i am doing it.

siffrin ,,, siffrin we. are going to therapy after this. siffrin i am gently grabbing you by the shoulders

[unlucky-pancake]

underwater for day 02

i just thought of exile tommy so yeah 

[jabithajates]

I can’t believe Cheryl pissed me off so much last night that I stalked the anti cheryl blossom tag all the way back to April of 2017......Riverdale hasn’t made me feel such blind rage in a while 

[bucks-angels]

🌹 *chewbacca gif*

😎 i love u nic

“are you ready to be a good girl?” he speaks deep and slow, focused on the way you were sinfully taking his fingers into your mouth.

[doctordiscord123]

the uh, 18, hanahaki disease, with bing? am i asking this right?? -cassidy

You’re fine! I’ve never written hanahaki before so we’ll see how this goes

Day 18:

Bing sobbed in his room, curled up on the floor. He didn’t have the energy to make it to his bed. Golden blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, golden-orange tears trailing down his face in a never ending stream. There was something in his throat. It choked him, refusing to stay down, tickling sensitive machinery. Bing burst into a harsh, hacking coughing fit, spitting out a clump of blue petals into his hand.

Fitting.

The petals wouldn’t stop, growing in his throat, stifling his breathing as his body trembled. The tears fell faster. And it only grew worse when there was a knock on his door.

“Bing? Are you alright? You sound like you’re crying.”

Bing managed a twisted smile, hiding the handfuls of petals in his desk and wiping his eyes before opening the door. He adjusted his shades. His voice croaked. “I-I-I’m fine, Google. Promise.” He would say anything just to shut the door again and let the agonizing beauty building up in his throat burst from his lips.

Google didn’t look impressed. “Don’t lie to me, Bing, I can --”

“I said I’m fine, Google.” Bing tried not to choke. “I’ll...I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” He didn’t wait for a response, closing the door and immediately vomited up more petal, spilling out over his hands.

If he had been paying attention, he would’ve noticed the little orange petal still stuck to Google’s shirt.