Messy lil' Kieran doodle, since I haven't drawn the onion boy in a while.
Peach has arrived and we got into some. Shenanigans.
Pecha: THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE-
Fez: Out here living my best life
Munki: Boss is dying
Fez: This ain’t about him
Also our friend told us to throw him so:
He is the perfect size to fit in our hand and brings us so much joy. Unfortunately the shell does not close but we still love him
across the multiverse!!
happi birth undertape
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEWTWO!
apparently joeys birthday happened at some point. happy pride month king
The first half of this fic is dipplinshipping, and the second half is HK and J content using the prompt. (although hakkyo!dipplinshipping is dead lmao)
AUTISM RULES.
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
Pokemon time !!! here are the swords coming to kill your enemies