but im already lame


Billdip Week Day 2: Chillin with icecream

I had like four different ideas for this theme and looking back i think i picked the least fluffiest one damn why the fu ck i just wanted to draw bill with a lotta scoops

  • Yauke Matsuda: -exists-
  • Ryouko Otonashi: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
  • Can someone who has seen Hamilton help me out, because on the soundtrack, when Ham's like 'I have never been satisfied' there's a little noise that I thought was a cymbal or something before angelica tells him her name but then I was like 'what if it's john like pfft bitch please' and I need to know, my little shipper heart can't take it

“Kei! Look!”

“Nii-chan! Look, look!”

more one draw stuff this time the theme was “stars”

i wonder what they wished for on that shooting star

{ ;; misunderstood }

in retrospect, he should have called someone as soon as the light started flickering, but the thing is that hyungwon’s rather irrational thinking led him to believe that it was a ghost or a failure of the electricity in their whole house rather than the simply explanation of ‘ the light bulb is about to die’. when it finally does meet his end, he’s helplessly sitting on the ground beneath it, staring up at the lack of light in the dimply lit room, mozart curled up on his lap and the replacement light bulb in his hand. the ceiling was too high for him to reach and hyungwon was aware that no amount of staring could actually make the bulb change itself.

“mozart, do you think i should get help?” he turns to look at his cat who remains unmoving and doesn’t even lift his head to give him an ounce of attention. “right.” right. he’d have to deal with this somehow.

he picks up mozart, ignoring the soft purring as he cradles the fluffy cat in his arms and slips into a pair of slippers. someone who was capable of changing a light bulb was bound to be outside, or in the lobby, or somewhere in the house. his floor is empty and he hesitates for a moment between taking the elevator or the stairs before taking the longer way down. steps and the even noise of something being pulled and dragged greet him even before he reached the last step and once hyungwon turns the corner, he’s met with a back, a dark mop of hair and a uniform that clearly showed that he had hit the jackpot.

“excuse me- uh… sir? i’d need someone to change one of the lights in the living room, could you maybe…help? i’d compensate you, of course.”


“S-Sebastian! I-I can’t-”

“Young master, please stop moving until I stop undressing you.”

“B-but Sebastian! I can’t hold it- Ah!- in!”

“Please be patient, I’m almost done.”


“See? We’re almost done. I still have to remove your pants.”

“B-b-b-ut…. Sebastian…. Nnnggghhh-”

“Young ma-”