(talking about the wave of pornbots that started to follow me after I posted a scooby doo thing) - ugh. I block those as they pop up. I always get ones "fat" related. So I had to click the page to block them and I saw a naked woman who was skin and bones. Like, thats false advertising.
LOL what do they call those people who are white as fuck but want to identify as black? Transracial? Do skinny girls who call themselves bbws and fat count as Transfats!
now you know why that stuff is banned from fried foods lol
It’s been a long time since last time I drew a fanart about “Naruto”, especially a fanart with Konoha’s girls (and I know that many of you started following me for those fanart). Somehow I miss this serie, althought I’m happy it did end (and in the best possible way, in my opinion)
p.s.: no, I’m not taking “Boruto” in consideration, I’m sorry.
I can’t believe this but I have reached 10,000 followers! I feel so happy and loved! Thank you to all that have started following me! I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my beautiful followers! I hope we can continue this journey forever.
➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex
➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations
➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut… i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip…
The clattering sounds of typing,
clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes
flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years
ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had
almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had
to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every
morning, day in day out.
“Hey, are you almost done with those
files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next
cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.
I hope y'all had a lovely start to the week. I will be leaving the States on Thursday since I have to start my practical legal training earlier than expected… I’m so excited to start my legal journey 👩🏼⚖️
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Hello neighbour from hell, may I help renovate your house?
Strap your seatbelts, this will be Odyssey long one. First thing first, let me take some time to introduce you to Cruella de Vil of this story, who I hated for many years with a fury of a thousand raging diarrheas. You know that joke if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Hitler, Bin Laden, and x-person, you would shoot x-person twice? Well, not only would I shoot her, I would proceed to beat her with gunstock, perform exorcism on her lifeless body (just in case) and then burry the remains. She is stereotypical neighbour from hell. And hell is in this case the Mediterranean.
I live in a medium sized Mediterranean town with ancient heritage; all the houses are old and jammed close to each other. My neighbourhood is also made of these stone houses which share walls, so for instance when my neighbour to the right plays guitar in his bedroom, I hear it in my living room (I don’t mind him though, he is always really quiet, respects the hours and plays Rolling Stones and Metallica really well) and when I fart in my toilet, Cruella on the left side hears it clearly. Suits her well.
It’s mildly weird for me when people I don’t know send me messages like “but what does your husband think about what you do?”
Or to paraphrase more accurately the last five judgey messages I just scrolled past in my inbox, “Oh, you’re married…what does your husband think of what you do? I don’t imagine he’d be okay with it.”
Like, listen, if you think my husband, the person I opted to spend the rest of my life with till death us do part and even then only maybe if I do the ritual right, isn’t aware of who and what I am and the things that I do for fun and profit…then I’m sorry your marriage sucks. But don’t you take that out on me.
And it’s not like I’m imagining it either because the moment I say he’s fine with it, the tone goes from wary judgement to outright sneering contempt about how we clearly don’t take the sanctity of marriage seriously if i can “get away” with what I do and it’s like, I’m not the one lying to my partner/living in fear of his judgement??? Like ????? How am I the one in the unhealthy relationship here? And do you need help getting out, cause honestly I’m here if you need it.
Like I know a lot of romance readers started following me a while back and some of them have specific Tastes for their fiction but honestly miss me with that heteronormative bullshit and your toxic ideas about love and what constitutes a marriage. And excuse you for having the audacity to even think you’re in a place to comment on my relationship.
And for the record, ETD is not just fine with my work. He’s god dam proud of me. And I’m proud of me too.
Happy new year people! Thanks to all of you who started following me and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE CUTE MESSAGES! they seriously make my day! (I swear I’ll reply all of them soon) In the meantime, doodled a little Otayuri to all of you as an apology for my laziness (Headcanon that Otabek has a really cute bed hair when he wakes up çlksdjhfgjkdlmsf)