!!!!!EYESTRAIN WARNING!!!!!

hes just like me fr

Hikaru ga shinda natsu

scissor me september.

real♡︎

aq é terra sem dono acho absurdo vc exigir q não injetam com vc , só não posta nada mona

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no matter how much i whine for your attention

all i will get

is a hand wrapped around my mouth

until you need me

until you show me off

praising me

i thought i was a mutt?

you are confusing

you yell and shout at me

when i ask for attention

but as soon as others are around

you are on my beck and call

wanting to seem good

in front of others

who only get confused

when they see me bite at the hand that feeds me

or shy away from your touch

they are confused why they see such a thing

in a dog that is loved

also its bettwr just to kill yourself if you gonna sh and shit

Here is my contribution for the Billford zine Until the End of Time! Please follow the link to see the rest of my fellow shippers’ wonderful creative efforts, or click the readmore to see my embarrassing thoughts on it

The paranoid Ford era is probably one of my favorite parts of him and Bill's story arc, and I wanted to do a piece for the zine set during that period of their lives which managed to capture both the the iconic parts of Ford's very bad time and a sense of beauty, adventure, and romance. While this is kind of contradictory on its face, to me the Bill/Ford relationship is all about that interplay between shiny optimistic ambition and having your head slammed into a wall for hours, between epic revenge narratives and goofy cartoon pratfalls, between the vacant shell of your old life and the bright rainbow bridge whisking you away to your new one. Bill possessing Ford in this piece also plays into that duality - there are literally two Fords here, the one that’s terrified of what he’s losing and the one who's thrilled despite it all. I don’t know, I just think there's just something fascinating and a bit seductive about all of it. 

do i masturbate or self harm? these are life’s greatest questions.