rabbit bank

tagged by @frolikin THANK U U SWEET CHILD ILY

5 things you’ll find in my bag

  • eyeliner
  • weed candy
  • inhaler
  • tablet
  • earbuds

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • 8000 rabbit plushis
  • a rabbit piggy bank
  • 4 rabbit backpacks/purses
  • trash everywhere
  • glow in the dark planets hanging from my ceiling 

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life:

  • visit Okunoshima
  • get rabbits
  • have a group of punk gay anarchist friends
  • uhhhhh
  • i dunno bro

5 things that make me happy:

  • my friends!!
  • r a b b i t s
  • crytpids
  • ghosts
  • bein punk and gay

5 things I’m currently into:

  • rabbits but rabbits are forever
  • my kinks will stay undisclosed to humankind
  • graffiti
  • witchcraft
  • poison ivy from dc i dont really know why

5 things on my to do list:   

  • uhhh idk passing ‘’highschool’’
  • move out of this hell and go to a different hell with my friend
  • getting a job ugh
  • gross adult stuff, not even the hot kind
  • my datefriend epta wink emoji

5 things people may not know about me: 

  • I have asthma i guess?
  • i hate cotton candy a lot
  • im very very polyamorous
  • im hard of hearing
  • im a vegetarian

im tagging @supermariorpgs @swiffer-weeper @ferrica-bitch @spicy-meme-satan @thegreatgato uwu i lov u guys mwah

On the Steps of the Tower - Part 8 (Steve Rogers x Reader)


A/N: I literally googled “expensive rugs” or something like that and that’s what came up lol. That’ll make sense later. :p

Word Count: 1776  ┐(︶▽︶)┌

Warnings: Nervous/Anxious Reader, Injured Reader, They’re a family that likes to argue lol, Mentions of dog vomit, Language

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Seeing the dull swell of your ankle, Bruce visibly snapped into medical doctor-mode, motioning for the Captain to bring you further into the room. Steve was careful not to let your ankle get hit on anything on the way in. He set you down gently on top of the kitchen island as Dr. Banner pulled in front of you on a stool with a medkit they kept under the sink. You kept your eyes on your hands which were fidgeting with the edge of your thick gray woolen sweater.

They had to know.

How could they not know by now?

Not that you had willingly given them any hints or anything–

Were all the meetings with Cap just some weird way of giving you a false sense of security?

That would suck because you were really starting to like him and–

There was no other reason for them to bring you all the way to the Tower for this.

They’re like super smart geniuses and super spies, THEY HAVE TO KNOW BY NOW.

Oh god are they going to arrest you??

Keep reading

The Tale of Benjamin Bunny. Beatrix Potter. London and New York: Frederick Warne and Co., n.d. First edition, third printing (March 1905).

“One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony. A gig was coming along the road; it was driven by Mr. McGregor, and beside him sat Mrs. McGregor in her best bonnet. As soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off—with a hop, skip, and a jump—to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. McGregor’s garden.”