Can I Do It Can I Do It

what should i name this baddie?

quick description: shes a bad ass bitch who takes to shit from anyone. she grew up fighting and may or may not be a hitman. shes either is or will be married to a cute chubby sweet man who would never hurt a fly. they have a kid then she dies. ill prob make a link to one about him when i figure out how to art.

DON’T kill yourself 🫵

N E V E R kill yourself 🫵

because there is SOMEONE

OUT THERE

who wants you dead

do you want to give them the SATISFACTION??

to you want them to feel JOY???

NO 🫵

so you STAY alive you cutie patootie <333

you SEXY bitch 💅

DON’T let them win 🫵

pizza no cheese

sundress no panties 

i saw white terry jr. for the first time and i.. i dont even. isnt he canonically not white? like... that white washes in the fandom is crazy. like lark and sparrow arent white either but i see them drwn wite quite a bit. idk its fine just scared me.

I want Platonic moonwater.

I want regulus and Remus that can't find anyone to tell about their books. Everyone is too busy ordoesnt care. So they both go take solice in the library and reread the book.

I want regulus and Remus that find eachother there and just dare to reach out to somone they would other wise ignore.

I want regulus and Remus that start to talk about books there read and start a secret book club.

I want regulus and Remus to stay up late together talking until somone mentions Sirius.

I wat regulus and Remus when one of them starts crying and the other can't stop the flow of words that follow.

I want regulus and Remus that bond of books and "shit talking" Sirius.

I want regulus and Remus who talk about fancy chocolate. Cuz you bet ur ass regulus was brought up to know what good chocolate tastes like.

I want platonic moonwater who fake dated after the prank ri get back at Sirius.

I want platonic moonwater.

Thank you for coming to my Ted tak.

That feeling of self doubt when you think you've figured somthing out about yourself but you don't fit what's expected.

Th feeling of hiding in plain site from everyone. Those who would understand and the others that could never.

I tell myself it's fine if I'm wrong it can't hurt anyone. But itcan. If I lied you suffered the effort I'm putting abd have put to rebuild the unstable walls of our friendship will crumble again.

And I can't lose you.

Is it wrong to say I miss you. That I miss the way out bodies fit together like the puzzles my grandma tirelessly works on.

That I miss your little smiles when I said something stupid and made of fool of myself.

Your hair draping over my shoulder at lunch your stomach pressed against my back.

But that's not fair. You aren't mine and as much as I want to be I'm not yours. I told you I couldn't l9ve you. I told you I would never love anyone. I told you I was wrong. I don't want to do that again.

power-hungry Peter Pettigrew who befriends the other marauders because he likes the feeling of being important. Who always loves the glory more than them. Who joins up with Voldemort the moment he can offer more, my beloved <3

Some man at my school ligit commented on my barley visible bra to his friends. He said smth along the lines of "omg I can see their bra that's so gross I don't wanna see that shit" like SIR get out of my shirt. I was like leaning forward but you had to be staring god. Men.

I think my hip is swolen. It feels inflamed anyways. And ow im just laying dow jesus.

We heart cronic pain.