vash trying to dive jeans first into the siren call of warm giggly wolfwood-filled bath has been single handedly carrying my weary soul through the past several hours thank you thank yuo

that screenshot everyone’s cycling keeps making me go “MY MEOW MEOW MY KITTY CAT” out loud

"bluesky is nothing but wokescold leftist politics" idk man my timeline is all my beloved mutuals and artists who draw anime characters with huge breasts, maybe you should try following other people

you’re so good at it, one of my most core fic imageries that lives in my head after years is still in the grass crown when you had me almost overwhelmingly emotionally immersed in the sheer trust and intimacy and communion of their proposition just to gently toss in that vash had a uniball situation

i feel like there’s no context where someone taking the time and undergoing the labor of love to find out how to articulate thoughts and feelings into words tailor made for a specific person to enjoy isn’t like. the wildest highest honor ever, even if it’s a time commitment!

they have to earn it!!!!!!