#yaknow...

[kawaiiers]

Happy death night to my 3rd favourite suit sociopath!

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Just out of the oven...literally...

This has been Shitty-Ass-Week-From-Fuckin’-Hell, and I just said FUCK IT...I NEED TO BAKE, GODDAMMIT!

Literally outa the oven about five minutes ago.  Sour-Cream-Cinnamon-Streusel Coffeecake, mofos!

I always know it’s right when there’s a tiny eruption of pure butter in the exact center.   And while one would be tempted to scorch their mouths by digging in, I’m cooling this one down first...coz I made 

CREAMCHEESE FROSTING TO SPREAD ON TOP, MOFOS!!!!

Get baked and BAKE!  It’s good for your fuckin’ SOUL!!!!

[potionsmasters]

@onecolorgirl feel free to fight me i’m ready

[shepherdsofhaven]

If you’re ever interested in sequel material, I feel like you could get a good office drama/comedy out of the Civilian Relations or AC teams

Hahaha yes!!! Or imagine a mockumentary style dramedy taking place parallel to the main Shepherds of Haven game! 😂 MC brings the rescued kids in from the Equalists and is like "okay these twenty unwashed children are going to live here now" and Officer Liasion/Civilian Relations are like "n-no... you can't just do that--"

Trouble: "WE'RE DOING IT"

The One Civilian Relations team member who's constantly pushed to the brink every single day, every time a complaint comes in that Briony punched clear through someone's wall:

Obligatory Shepherds as Office quotes here :)

[fluffybap]

(what pink hole)

DA P I N K one.backdoor.

[gypsy-witchcraft]

Esperanza was surprised to see her room intact after all the while it had been left empty, quite happy that Marcellus had finally seemed to listen to her on the advice that chewing up her belongs was not how you made people like you. After that, she felt pretty sure she could trust him for five minutes alone. This turned out to be wrong.

“Marcellus why?!” She practically whined from the doorway, grimacing at the feathers - which came from the pillow he had decided to murder - and the rest of the bed, which wasn’t in any better shape. A horrible thought hit her as she looked over the askew mattress, panicking the short moment it took to fish around beneath it for a small leather bound book. “You dont eat this, okay?” She held up the book in front of Marcellus, patting him lightly on the head with it for added emphasis. “It’d be nice if you didn’t eat anything, but if you have to, dont eat this.”

[nick-hoe-las]

I never get goodmorning messages anymore.......