“Here, let’s sing our next ditty: Gwen Isn’t Your Mother, So Stop Asking Her to Rinse Your Dishes.”
Tabii: I wish I had the ability to make boys really nervous.
Sasha: Holding a really sharp knife to their neck usually does the trick for me.
extremely fucked up that one of the symptoms of adhd is forgetfulness and difficulty sticking to habits and schedules and one of the best ways to alleviate those symptoms is by remembering to take a pill every morning at the same time
u ever have on mutuals whos so deep in another fandom that u know absolutely zero about and they make posts that look like they speaking another language or some shit
Sometimes in art streams to take a break I'll draw Narilamb shitten shenangians, which consist of two routes: either they have to make that thang at home or they get it via some magical way idk
I don't have a shitten design and none of this is canon to my AU, it's just for hypothetical shits n giggles
Part two here of more shitten shenanigans
The Lamb blows a raspberry. “It wasn’t gruesome, it was just…slow. And painful.” Ah. No, wait. They bring it up now because it happened here. “I remember.” Black eyes dart to him. “You do? “Of course I do. You came to my domain soaked. You stunk of wet wool.” They had been covered in algae. A lily pad stem was still wrapped around their foot before it rotted away in the Land of the Dead. They coughed up not black sludge or blood, but murky water until their lungs expelled it all. There was no wound for him to heal. No alleviating of the pain he could provide until the process passed. He could simply just stare as the lamb shivered before him.
A comic scene from a memory from The Rehabilitation of Death, and a comic for a scene I'm writing for a future chapter.
I'd like to bring this golden post back in light of the Honda Odyssey scene
intentando hacer cope con la obsesión más reciente ughhgaghggg