Digitallangell - Yaoi Eating Machine

where is all the art that perfectly appeals specifically to my exact tastes and desires and nobody elses

so ummm welcome to my jar:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the top so i can breathe, theres some leaves to munch on, and ive even got a twig! #mytwig

daryl doodles <3

Me on tumblr search bar looking for fics:

hmm..who am I going to be in love with today?

ive been meaning to draw this for the longest time LOLLL

happy 12 year anniversary to the most memorable event in tumblr history

y/n, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? daryl: It means like in hand-to-hand combat y/n: Ohhhh- carol: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

comfort abbacchio drabble cuz i'm sad and lonely :(

Abbachio didn't love easily, he had convinced himself he didn't need anyone else but himself. Yet here he was, letting you run your hands through his bleach fried hair, a classical music album providing a calm ambience as you two cuddled in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor of your apartment. His eyes were closed, simply resting in the moment, no real thoughts crossing his mind, perhaps because of the immense amounts of wine you two had drunk throughout your ‘sleepover’ of sorts, or maybe he was just so calm he had surpassed the need for consciousness. You mused these thoughts out loud to your boyfriend, weaving a simple braid into his silver locks.

“Nope both are wrong, i'm just so horribly bored I can't think anymore” He jokes, you knew that, you two hand bonded over your similar dry sarcasm.

“Or maybe you love me so much you can't think of anything but me” 

You could see him roll his eyes behind his eyelids, but you also didn't miss the slightest tinge of pink gracing cheeks. Slowly your hand moved his head off your lap, earning you a grumpy grumble from the man, as for you to lay next to his, closing your eyes you moved your body closer to his. This, you suppose, is what heaven feels like, simple contentment and love, Nothing fancy, just your boyfriend planting a light kiss on your forehead as you drifted to dreamland.

“Love you Leone”

sry this is kinda rushed, just wanted to wright smth to make myself feel better

fun fact of the post: im a touchstarved bitch. ;-;

mary puppins @ wade and logan after shwarma

Incorrect quotes with la squadra

not proof read or spell checked, we die like men

y/n:what time is it?

Formaggio:idk let me check ‘pickups trumpet and starts playing it”

Ghiaccio from upstairs: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE TRUMPET AT 5 IN THE MORNING?!

Formaggio: it's 5 :)

Melone:you know that's gonna kill your guys eventually right?

Risotto puring another glass of whisky: that's the point

Prosciutto:we are trying to speed up the process

y/n:’nods while eating raw cookie dough’

Ghiaccio: Anyone wanna start a possibly friendship shattering fight?

Y/n: centaurs have six limbs meaning they are insects

Ghiaccio: i was joking but now you've crossed the line

risotto: Time for plan G.

prosciutto: Don’t you mean plan B?

risotto: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

prosciutto: What about plan D?

formaggio: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

prosciutto: What about plan E?

risotto: I’m hoping not to use it. y/n dies in planE.

ghiaccio: I like plan E.

*The squad right before y/n 's wedding*

risotto: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

prosciutto: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

pesci: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

illuso: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

melone, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

ghiachio:FUCK I HAVE A WEDDING I HAVE TO GET MARRIED AT

y/n: How many kids do you have?

melone: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

y/n: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

ghiaccio: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

illuso: What do you think y/n will do for a distraction?

formaggio: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

formaggio: ... or they could do that.

y/n: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

illuso: You were flirting with risotto.

y/n: So what? He's my partner.

illuso: You asked him if he was single.

y/n:

illuso: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

fun fact of the post: me and my friends dressed as the main vento aureo gang for the animation release