JJK, Frieren, Fire Force, and Hell’s Paradise are all airing. New Slayyyter album at the end of March and the singles are flawless. Slay the Spire 2 might finally release in March. If you mention any of these to me, know my vyvanse dose has increased and I’m gonna yap and it’s going to be annoying.
The second my edible hit during the FNAF2 movie was the second it went from one of the worst movies I’ve seen to the best
Another Gin (Ginga Nagareboshi Gin) doodle! I’m slowly getting back into the groove of drawing again!
(upper panel) dog on the computer saying; "My social battery is low today. I will answer dms tomorrow." (Lower panel) Dog skeleton on the computer.
Introvert
You’ll be better soon my child
Package of pineberries
I want to dip them in Red 40
Do you want ice that turns you into a dog in your drink or is room temp okay?
POV: you go to a kissing boys competition and your opponent is THE boykisser
Next step: company retreat at a con!
“There is something very wrong happening” girl I know
Watching this therapist get slowly traumatized by a song I like is making me question my taste in music
youtu.be/FzdulbIP3PA?...
@maxminmax.bsky.social isn’t home so I get to steal his gear and frame him for crimes :3
Bear staring into his bong that he hasn’t cleared yet
Just read my future in my crystal ball and it said I’m gonna be a very stoned puppy once I clear this
Me in my brown pup hood with my new red and yellow mohawk
New mohawk for da puppy 🐶
0.5x selfie of bear
POV: you’re one of the sexy pups/bears/furries/daddies/sluts in my phone and I’m staring at your #fcf
Bear about to square up with the mean puppy in the mirror
idk who the FUCK this puppy thinks he is but he pmo’s me off. I bark at him to go away, he just barks back. If he doesn’t stop soon I’m going to have to take matters into my own paws.
Selfie of bear in his brown pup hood, metal collar, green Mohawk, and black katya tank top
Be honest, how are we feeling about the mohawk?
Shirtless, brown pup hood on, tongue out, eyes crossed. Weed bandana around my neck with my collar
Once the hood and collar go on, it’s head empty, only room for pubby thoughts. Please send scritches, tummy rubs, and butt pats
