FIVES FIVES FIVES FIVES FIVES FIVES FIVES FIVES FIVES

alright tiktokians who moved here, imma lay some ground rules.

one, this is my house, I can't do anything about the furniture.

two, you aren't actually forced to reblog. yes, it's like reposting. no, just because people tell you to reblog, you don't have to. yes, it's very nice if you reblog art, because sometimes people do that for a job.

three, tag your shit

four, you can cuss. you can say kill. you can say suicide.

five, you can be horny. I don't wanna see that shit. tag it properly.

six, no tagging inappropriately because I will run you over with my car.

seven, yes you can comment! No one uses these most times.

eight, you gotta build up your timeline baby girl, this ain't TikTok.

nine, yes you can privately reblog if you're embarrassed

and finally. Ten, there is nothing I can do about the hornbots.

These silly little sad poems

If only they helped

Wishing, waiting for so much

My silly little sad poems

If only they did more

Growing wish trees

With silly little green leaves

This has the same energy as the ship art I occasionally see in those "countries as humans" comic strips 😭

HES MY FAVORITE EVER 🫶🫶

Advent day 23: Fives ☕️

Did their father even try

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

So I know I have like other fanfics to finish writing, but instead of doing That, I've decided to post one of mine from like 2022 as a oneshot. It's a Hunter/Willow fanfic (The Owl House) and it's like really cute if I do say so myself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65013337

bomb

He probably ran to go show his dad after this picture

cape