お酒はほどほどに🍺　(2020/05)

I’m pretty much convinced Death Stranding’s Higgs was a propaganda to make people subconsciously find Troy Baker attractive

second buddy: Odradek🌟　(2020/07)

I grew up with a grandma who quilted, but she’d never been interested in passing along the hobby, so when she finally kicked it I was the grandkid who got all her materials, ‘cause I was the only one who knew how to use a sewing machine. Then, in 2015, a friend had a baby and I figured I’d make her a quilt, ‘cause how hard could it be?

oh

my

god

Luckily I am the stubbornest human alive, ‘cause I never woulda finished otherwise. I didn’t know what I was doing, didn’t know the terms to look up how to do anything, I musta reinvented the wheel like eight times and it took ten months, BUT I DID IT.

Figured I’d suffered enough and would never do it again and now I’m on quilt #9 smdh

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I’m hyperventilating.

Holy shit. Holy SHIT.

This is INCREDIBLE.

Oh my god.

I’ve gotta go lay down holy shit look at this how do we just walk by other human beings every day and live our separate lives when there’s a person sitting next to you on the train or in line for coffee who goes home and makes things like this what even IS being human holy shit.

GOOD FUCKING JOB.

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Like it or not, Johnny is along for the ride. And he can make your journey very sweet or very sour… All depends on what you choose to do.

Excellent work @dewakinnara on this!! Looks so amazing…. uwu

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Unbelievable I can’t post my samhiggs because tentacle tongue is porn now as per tumblrs email. They re fully clothed wtf

The time fall wasn’t letting up and Sam’s car wasn’t doing so well. There was only one place to go, thankfully there was a road beneath him still.

After a short hike Sam arrived, Lou strapped to his chest beneath his jacket. Joel opened the door, looked Sam up and down and without a word waved the two of them inside. He fanned out a blanket on the floor for Lou and motioned to a cot nearby that Sam could call his own.

They didn’t need to talk, what was there to say? Two tired,old souls who knew what was most important right now and conversation wasn’t one of them.

Lou clacked the plastic cups together happily as Sam lay on his side, watching her all the while. Joel sat opposite, tinkering with a part that had been giving him grief.

In a few hours the two of them would part ways again, with no more than a nod and a new set of wheels beneath them. Sam would call it an IOU. Joel knew he was good for it. There were more important things to consider, and they both knew where to find a vehicle again if needed.

There will be no need for masks soon. But, I wonder–when you look death in her eye, will you blink?