Me: I Dont Have A Biased Towards Any Character

she clearly did the best in that debate last night

Nooooo, im definitely not a safe space for myself 👁️👄👁️ /joke

Reblog if you support asexuals and aren’t a COWARD

RB if your blog is a safe, accepting space for asexuals!

thank you, have a photo i took of a grasshopper on my sister as a sign of my gratitude

Would anyone want to see a caterpillar

she clearly did the best in that debate last night

Writer stuggle

People: “Uh! I hate creative writing”

Me: “Oh ok”

My notebook (in the span of 3 days):

Me: *sweats nervously*

Its not homework, its on my own.

If it was Homework i wouldnt be failing English right now :)

(Its totally not a HCxESMP thing im doing)

Me, my beautiful moot. My house has been cursed with winter yet again and I would like to see the blessing of spring

Would anyone want to see a caterpillar

he looks like a fuckass cat

I was sad until I opened the Sims and made a dog called Chocolate Milk and I think you should look at him

Wait dont forget Skizzes little buddy @imp-and-skizz-but-everywhere @impulsesv-but-everywhere

Fridge

So empty. Needs some more whereis blogs

Heres the proof photo if you cant see (I trimmed it in the meme)

ON IT, BOSS!!!

Scott stepped into the Ranch - his new home, ever since he and his boyfriends started going steady - after harvesting and replanting some wheat to make bread for their dinner tonight.

He smiled at Jimmy's look of concentration from the kitchen area, watching the steak in the oven with his brows furrowed to make sure nothing burned (this time). He wandered over to set the wheat bundles on a countertop and sat down beside the crop, legs swinging idly while Jimmy let out a hum to acknowledge his presence.

"Nearly there, Jimmy?" Scott asked in an amused tone.

"Not quite." Jimmy muttered, his legs looking ready to buckle from the strain of crouching for so long.

Scott chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately, earning a pout and a swat to the hand for the gesture.

"I'm cookin' here!" Jimmy glared from the corner of his eye.

"And you're doing a great job there, Jimbo." A voice said from the doorway, Scott lifting his head to see his other boyfriend standing there with a basket of steaming baked potatoes.

"Welcome home, Rancher!" Jimmy called with a wave over his shoulder, not looking away from the furnace still.

"Potatoes are ready." Tango said as a way of greeting to Scott as he walked over, kissing the blue haired man's cheek. "Bread?"

"Not yet, waiting for the kitchen to clear up a bit." Scott said and nodded Jimmy’s way.

"It's nearly done, I tell ya!" Jimmy chimed back as Scott chuckled with a smile.

"I brought some porkchops as a backup if anything happens." Tango whispered conspiratorially with a wink.

"Smart." Scott praised, kissing Tango’s lips quickly before Tango’s face erupted in red-hot blush.

"Hey, when do I get one of those from you ungrateful lot?" Jimmy whined.

"When you come up here and ask for one." Scott shrugged.

"Really?" Jimmy said, turning his head completely away from the meat cooking before him for the first time since either man entered the house.

Tango laughed while Scott nodded, and Jimmy sprang up from his knees and leaned in close as a silent ask.

Tango grinned and cradled Jimmy’s face in his hands to kiss him, Scott watching in amusement the way Jimmy started to blush and smile against the other man's lips.

It didn't take long for them to separate, but once they did, Scott grabbed hold of Jimmy’s shirt collar before the man could even thank Tango and tugged him into a second kiss.

Scott slowly pulled away as he sniffed the air. "Do you smell...burning?" He muttered.

Jimmy's eyes shot wide.

"The steak!" He squawked, diving down to pull the burnt meat from the oven.

Tango pat his back while Jimmy mourned the loss of their dinner and pulled three slices of porkchops out within Jimmy’s view.

"Figured this might happen, buddy." Tango said. "But you almost had it! Have another go!" He encouraged.

"We won't bother you this time." Scott added with a smile while Jimmy nodded sullenly.

"While Jimmy handles the meat, why don't you and I start on the bread, flower boy?" Tango wondered with a grin, wrapping his arms around Scott from behind once Scott stood to face the counter.

"I'd like that." Scott agreed, leaning back into his touch while Jimmy grinned lovestruck at them.

After a do-over, dinner was finally ready, and it was another peaceful day at the Ranch.