Gimme My Cigs (I Don’t Smoke Cigarettes I Smoke Sage :p) (someone Get Me A Blunt Tho Pls)

My favorite part of this fucking hellsite

I am sure some of you are curious. Yes, my scandalous Toe Sucking picture included the very same Powerful Feet I have been training day and night with my Joker Kicks. I am strong enough now to kick a Cinder Block in half. Heh... I bet a Certain Someone is getting scared for our duel right about now...

done with the "came back wrong" trope. what about came back American

Ship and let ship mentality fighting so hard w my hatred for incest ships like a starting scene in a pvp fighting game

I’m ngl all you need to know is protect the jugular, keep chin down in a choke, the hardest parts of your body are back of head (hitting w this will disorient you but it is a last resort option), bottom of palm, elbow, and knee. Targets are temple, solar plexus, instep, groin (male or female), ears rip, piercings rip, eyes hurt, and eyes will water if you’re hit in the nose. Stay safe!

Bakery sounds so fun I hope you get the job!

What’s your favorite clothes item/ accessory because canine?

ohhhh that’s a difficult question!

Well, I like the leather jacket I recently acquired! Oddly enough it’s kinda the same shade of black my fur is? (Hopefully that makes sense) I also really like necklaces though! I have the one I bought from Luneprint, it kinda reminds me of a collar so I really like it.

Other than that I’m working on slowly expanding my wardrobe to more of my aesthetic, so I don’t have that much.

Wbu? :D

Just thinking about neighbor! Frank Castle flipping his shit when he finds out you’re hurt, he sees you in the hallway or some shit with a small bruise on your nose, your forehead, maybe a couple bruises on your chest/ shoulders/ neck and immediately down to hunt down whoever did it.. so here’s a lil drabble I hope?

Frank was just coming home from his construction job, it was maybe 9pm, and his neighbor down the hall was walking by, holding a gym bag and nursing her elbow.

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore workout shorts and a white tank top, clearly coming back from the gym. “Hey” he grunted out as you passed, maybe thinking you were hurt or had been robbed. “Oh, hey” you say back, missing a little bit of the usual roughness your tone held. “Smthin’ wrong?” He asked, hoping you’d pause to chat, but you just settled a couple paces away. “Nah, not much. Why, you need something? Think I got leftovers in the fridge”

He knew she was new to town, maybe she was just nervous. In that moment, Frank just really wanted to find whoever did it.

Begging my brother to stop saying he loves playing with balls. Lord help me

I propose: A Thunderbolts* chef au fic where they all work in the same kitchen and none of them like each other

John yells at everyone carmy from the bear style while Yelena is desperately trying to keep the kitchen in working order.

And of course, Bob is a busser and Mel is a hostess

YAYYY PAWSOME!!

Pretty please I need cool people to join my pack and by my pack I mean I want to be in a pack. I need mutuals and we can be a pack. I’m not the pack leader we don’t have a pack leader

Kade will you join my pack :(

I love (fucking hate) being transgender because yes I am trans. Yes queer. Tis I the tranny. I use she they pronouns yet I am still 100% no gender. I’m not boy not girl not anything I simply am. I’m the bit. I am the devil incarnate. I’m a dog and I’m messy running eyeliner in a bar bathroom with coke still on the counter. My gender is explained in aestheticized images of the idealized version of myself and my trauma. I wanna call myself two spirit but I’m not native enough for that. So I’m just lost :(