Dreaming or awake, what did it matter?
Full fic here: Blind Trust by Chu
Dear… you’re wonderful and amazing and I have no words. <3 This needs to happen.
TT: I’m just a figment of your imagination.
WH’Y ARE DYOU DOING THIS TO ME
am i contributing right?
btw i actually do say ‘blazing fuck’ with an accent
This whole Dirk business is quite frustrating may I suggest a solution
Oops, I babystuck-ed again. This is a stupid little ficlet that made me barf rainbows. It’s a sequel to Coffee shop run ins and Single parents are single for a reason. Bluhh, enjoy the baby fluff, I’m gonna go rid my insides of more sparkly rainbows.
Ever since he was old enough to do anything but lie uselessly on his back, cry, sleep and poop, Dave has spent every second of his young life rupturing your brain cells trying to make you figure out what he liked and what he didn’t like. It got a bit easier when he learned to point and even more so when he learned to just get up and get whatever the fuck he wanted by himself. But for the most part, you mostly still weren’t sure when he actually liked something or not.
Which was probably saying something when you say you’re pretty damn sure that he liked your boyfriend’s son.
i just redrew the last comic i posted within two days of drawing it (´･ω･`)
when dirk gets super desperate he just gives up and stands there with his head in the sendificator
aww, honey :c
“a red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, circumstances. the thread my stretch or tangle, but it will never break.”
What is this?
This is stupid that’s what it is.
Anywho, this is a sequel to Coffeeshop run ins, its not terribly long because I ran out of the DirkJake spirit due to the recent (disturbingly convincing) theories about Jake becoming Lord English very soon. Yes it ends somewhat abruptly, sorry about that. I’ll prooobably write other sequels after this one. maybe.
His icon is just sitting there, all bright and whatnot, mocking you. The plain narrow text that reads online next to his handle feels like it was leering at you, whispering “click it English, go on, I bloody dare you. Get your awkward, understandably single ass over here and make a ginormous blundering twat out of yourself in front of this attractive individual on your list of contacts.”
i was doodling and then THIS happened