List 5 Things That Make You Happy, Then Put This In The Askbox For The Last 10 People Who Liked Or Reblogged

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :D

Omg!!

1. I really enjoy new music

2. Hanging out with my friends, which can literally be walking around town

3. Technical theatre (I'm in a class and a club)

4. Playing games and going out to concerts just activity for brain ngl

5. Reading a good book (maybe even a fic 🤭)

He swallowed trying not to make noise as he watched Jaiden and Slime engage in their first round fight, throwing on their gas masks that fit perfectly in the already irritated lines on their faces. The red eyes and pure savage behavior of it all was unnerving. They looked insane, this island really did a number on them. Slime broke Jaidens shield first and she grunted falling backwards before kicking herself back up to lunge and swipe at her teammate.

Charlie laughed and taunted the other but it was in such an odd nature- they spoke with grunts, growls, howls and chirps and it was concerning. Jaidens swipe landed with a squish into an open wound, oddly calculated. As it made the wound gush with more blood, she pulled the splintering and bloodied weapon away from his body.

He growled in response that led with cheers from cellbit who egged them on. Charlie responded in quickly switching to a sword and going for her uncovered gut, only to be blocked by her shield again- he looked up to be met with eyes of determination behind those red lenses.

hey, don’t cry. one half flour one half yogurt knead into dough and fry for easy flatbread and dip in balsamic vinegar, okay?

Holy shit I'm in love with this....

Blood tw!!!

this is my best drawing from goretober… im still so proud of it

Now those thoughts made her sick. The harsh buring of this Mesa biome got her dizzy. It didn't help that Cellbit had her bag. It was hot and her croptop clung to her as it was soaked in blood from before. Her hair was a mess and her wings were something she didn't want to focus on.

It made her want to sob, her cheeks were warm and it wasn't because of the weather, she fanned herself with stuttering inhales. She didn't deserve to cry. Phil's wings were re-clipped, Bags wings were messed up even more and she didn't need to make her clipped wings all about her.

But it did hurt. She didn't want to clean them, they hurt to move. She couldn't preen them alone that was for damn sure. They were bandaged in the most careful way they could be by none other than faithful team leader of Bolas. She tried to keep her expression neutral during that time, not to cry or ask avian questions. She shook heavily though and it made Phil's heart ache.