Kouhei: Ok. Today’s second-years. Shouhei: Yep. K: Finally. S: We’ve got all of us. K: Thank goodness! I was afraid it’d never happen. S: Yep. K: What do you think will happen now? S: Well, definitely with all three of us we finally have all the second-years. K: We’ve always had at least one person missing. S: Yeah. K: I didn’t think we’d make it to this point–WHOAH! S: What happened?! K: Kazuma! He’s not here today either! K+S: He went home! K: The second we thought to record something… K+S: HE WENT HOME! K: Kazuma! Are you watching? Watch closely! S: Next time! S+K: Ohhh!!! Bye bye.
The scale said 347
My heart says its five o clock somewhere
Is it really a bulimic episode if I’m in, like, season ten and have a loyal fanbase?
This is an ode to the chest hairs on my left pec that form a heart
This is an ode to the camera panning down full body nude that sometimes looks alright
This is an ode to all the people who said they weren’t like other people, that they wouldnt judge, but still left me on the bench.
My mother hugs me and tells me to stay on my diet
My friends on ‘roids and tells me I should try it
My pants dont fit and shorts do
And shorts do
So do shorts
What the fuck, it’s the middle of winter
At least noone questions the hoodies now
I am 6'3" and enough pounds that my doctor emails me and so so tired.
She flinches when I kiss her and I know my body is now too close to /his/ size
I realize that is niether of our responsibilities but…
I kinda liked kissing her
But she cried last time
At least noone questions the hoodies when its cold out
I hold out, hoping for my cotton cocoons to morph me into some butterfly bodytype that doesnt disgust you.
That lets me fly so far away from here
But I guess I’d rather send you pictures of it when you’re horny than talk about what made me this way.
She used to softly kiss the stretchmarks on my skin and tell me I was wonderful.
I took my shirt off in public last year.
It was a mistake I won’t soon make again.
A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world.
Until Sam goes out for a supply run.
Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans.
Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.
The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”
Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”
For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”
wiishu posted jacksepticeye linearts that she said anyone could color, and being someone who loves coloring, as well as someone who loves wiishu’s style I couldn’t resist. Also I ended up tracing her lineart to make it transparent which was quite an experience haha, thanks for giving me the chance to color this!