Yes Please The Tall One!

I need a program or an app that behaves like a piece of paper on a book so that I can actually read the words on my screen. I cannot READ LET ME READ MY FANFICTION

miscommunication my beloathed… continuation of this drawing (X)

bad time, but at least you're not alone

doodles for trod au, later stuff

real shit tbh

Getting your oil changed is like intimacy for cars... Idk... Hands deep, covered in oil, continuous rocking motion if you're being too rough....

What is your ideal type of partner?

-<3

Someone who understands me, is fine with my clinginess and idk 😭

But yes I would prefer someone taller then me

૮ ･ ﻌ･ა ⠀cute autistic pup flag

a flag for pup/puppys who have autism and feel cute!! Only for those with autism!

tagging @rwuffles

Seeking serenity in death

I remade my nest last night ! ! ,, think it’s obvious I like cows , ? /silly

I havnt got a chance to redo my nest since November and it was in desperate need of a refresh so I did it last night! Very comfy and nice I slept in it while I was sick today

Pov: You're obsessed with your mute best friend and he finally realizes that there is no way to make you not love him.

The way my eyes lingered on his fingers wasn’t subtle—I didn’t care if he noticed. No one else had the right to see what I saw, to crave the way I craved. He flexed his hands under my unwavering gaze, his movements hesitant, as if my attention burned into his skin. Then, as if surrendering to the moment, he began to sign, slowly, deliberately, every motion agonizingly precise. It was a performance, and I was his only audience. The words were for me alone, crafted in gestures only I could truly understand.

"Everything I am is yours," he signed, his eyes locking onto mine, desperate, pleading. My breath hitched as his gaze searched my face for a reaction, for validation. But he didn’t need to search. Didn’t he see? Didn’t he know? He belonged to me. Not just his hands, but every inch of him—his heart, his mind, his very existence. If he didn’t understand that yet, I’d make him. I’d carve it into his soul if I had to.

Because no one else could have him. No one else deserved him.