#prgenitor

jonathan says giorno has piss yellow psd rights feat. pansexual pride

@prgenitor​​ // 🍓

i have 2,500+ icons of the miz and a bunch of other wwe wrestlers and that’s because i used like a really cheat ( i mean it’s not really) method of obtaining icons in that i like screen recorded interviews and like imported them into a photoshop as a gif to which i then edited the layers and exported each one as it’s own icon and wow photoshop crashed constantly. 

the first anime i watched or was exposed to was lovely complex! it was really fun and cute and i don’t know. i watched it a long ass time ago i can’t even remember what it was mostly about. 

kevin jonas was my favorite jonas brother in like elementary school and i was really happy that all the girls liked joe or nick back then because like i was the only one that thought kevin was cute it was fine.

i paid 40$ and got a commission for a stuffed sawfish plush and listen i feel like i underpaid because it’s fuckin 4ft long but it’s so cute and worth every bit and i keep going back to my local like annual festival place to find the woman that made him because i WANT another. 

my aunt gave me a wrestling birthday banner that i just taped to my door and it’s been there for like 7 years. i had to take it off recently because i’m moving but you will be missed.

i rp’d as leslie knope for a bit and honestly that was a lot of fun and i feel like i want to go back to sort of a really positive character and just go about my day like that because all her stuff was really uplifting. 

within that same vein i rped as a piece of bread and i feel like i’ve brought this up on one occasion? i’m sure someone knows about what i’ve done. 

It reached the point of the day where the sun’s unforgiving rays were inescapable, high in the sky without a cloud to provide refuge. Those were the kinds of days that punctuated hot Italian summers, and Prosciutto could only distantly thank that his suit material was breathable. 

The weather couldn’t further occupy his mind, however, when he had an objective to complete, eyes scanning the street. Visual noise in small crowds and street vendors, but he recognized he had to be blind to miss the unmistakably large man described to him in the dossier of the subject in question. His name was Jonathan, and while there wasn’t much else known about the individual, he was certainly of interest to those of Passione. 

Prosciutto felt like he might have been staring hard enough, however, since he was certain he felt like the other man glanced straight at him. The blond gave a friendly enough smirk, hands stuffed in his pockets and approached him. 

there are few things that make buccellati’s eyes snap shut as quickly as that. some things from narancia’s mouth have come close, each equally as mind-bendingly flawed a statement as the one that has left jonathan’s mouth that might as well be a wrench thrown into the gears in buccellati’s head usually reserved for dry witticisms and comebacks to exactly those kinds of idiotic questions. 

but his expression is, predictably, stable. if he’s biting away a smile it can’t be seen on his cheeks.