thats never happening

I haven’t animated in so long??

anonymous asked:

I can't get enough of your art! I love it so much. But, I'm super depressed, from some bad news, concerning my fiancé's health... could I maybe get something super cute? Anything haikyuu, or even an oc you might have. Please and thanks a bunch

Ahhh, I hope everything will get better soon, anon! Meanwhile have some sappy older bokuros~

If all my followers would stop being selfish and give me 10 dollars I could buy a decent private island. but it looks like thats never going to happen 😤🙄

anonymous asked:

*flies in like a bat out of hell* What about a fusion between all three? Idk if you watch SU but it's totally possible and makes for super powerful beings with extra limbs or senses. (Usually eyes tbh)

Anon said: WHAT IF ALL THREE FUSED TOGETHER?? 8D

a Disaster™

I don’t know what you want me to say. I could apologize every single day for the rest of my life. It would still never be enough.
—  from an unfinished story #769

hey if youre single and you want a girlfriend but you think thats never gonna happen, just wait. i swear to you, someone’s gonna fall for you. i know that being sapphic makes it harder, but you will have a relationship, amd its gonna be cute and goals and youre gonna feel loved. thats gonna happen. i promise. you just have to be patient.

(also, if you dont want a gf rn or ever, thats fine, youre not “less” sapphic bc of that)

I Know Now

Zimbits || ~5′700 words || Gen. Rating || AU || AO3

The team members who take Psychology, Biology and Politics of Food start up a study group, but it’s less of a study group, and more of a trying-to-set-Jack-and-Bitty-up group.

“Hey, Jack,” Bitty says brightly as he enters the living room with his textbook balanced under one arm, and his other holding a tray of freshly made brownie.

“Hey, Bittle,” Jack replies, already sitting on a chair with his books open on the coffee table.

Bitty puts his stuff down next to Jack’s, taking care with the tray of food. He lifts his arm to let the textbook thunk down on the ground.

“Where is everyone?” He asks Jack, sitting beside his fallen textbook.

“Shitty’s stuck talking to his thesis advisor. Lardo’s got a project due tomorrow. Chowder says he can’t make this week. No idea about Holster or Nursey,” Jack rattles off.

“So, just us then?”

“Just us,” Jack confirms.

It’s the second week in a row that has happened.

-

Bitty sits on a cushion on the floor by the coffee table, sipping occasionally from a mug of tea, and refreshing his twitter frequently. The others should be here for the study group by now. He reluctantly opens his textbook, figuring he should use the time to study even if no-one’s here to help him figure out the biology side of this week’s class.

He’s two pages in when the front door opens. Bitty looks up, eager for company.

“Jack! Hey.” Bitty smiles and waves at him.

“Sorry I’m late. Class went overtime.”

Jack sits down on the green couch, rolling his eyes when Bitty gives him a look. “Stop worrying about this thing.”

“Jack, it’s infested,” Bitty insists immediately.

“You don’t know that,” Jack replies.

“And you don’t not know that.”

Jack just shakes his head and takes out his own textbook and exercise book. “Did you do the extra reading this week?” he asks Bitty.

Bitty senses the topic divergence, but goes along with Jack anyway. It’s not the first time they’ve argued over the couch, and it won’t be the last.

“I did not,” Bitty answers. “But I printed it out.”

“Not quite the same thing. I’ll summarise it for you.”

Bitty smiles at Jack gratefully. “Thank you.”

-

The fourth time it happens, Bitty makes Jack move into the kitchen.

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