#I’m not high I promise

[loganloggins]

HEADCANON TIME CUZ I HAVENT POSTED IN A WHILE!!

All q! Characters, I just can’t be bothered writing the q!. So no CC mention at ALL.

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Phil and Etoiles were brothers in the same way you’d call a long time friend. They met, and they clicked instantly like a missing piece to a puzzle. If Phil was upset, Etoiles was usually the first to notice and vice versa. They had even joked that they were twins because they could never pinpoint who would be the older brother out of the two of them. Phil’s relationship with Etoiles, while similar to his relationship with Fit, was nothing if not ‘Veterans who went through war together coping in their own ways together’. They were the epitome of found family in its purest form.

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I’m pushing my Twins! code breakers agenda. I know they look nothing alike but LET ME LIVE THEIR DYNAMIC IS TOTALLY ADULT SIBLINGS <- as someone who has a sibling I can tell you this is exactly what me and my sibling will be like.

[rayj4ck]

You think if Rex’s nanite transformations from Generator Rex happened in Murder Drones, that would be the drone equivalent of the body horror stuff in Prototype?

[loulooser]

My hand smells like a party I know I’ve never been to but that I have vivid memories of

[xxxcertifiednerdxxx]

short lil dudes are just supposed to be green, idk what to tell y’all

[foxy-not-pirate]

I’m like Nico di Angelo in the way that my timeline is super inconsistent and at least 3 conflicting things happened during every major event in my life depending on who you ask.

[ewwww-what]

You guys don’t get it, they used to be the high 5 heroes. They used to be the high 5 heroes guys. They used to. They used to be starry eyed freshmen. They had to choose each other. They had to have awkward introductions. They had to pick that name together. I’m never okay ever.

[3584-tropical-fish]

Not that anyone asked but looking at a.) the fact that Carpenter says that it’s clay being torn from the riverbank by the floodwaters of the White Gull and b.) The Hjulström Curve:

We can determine that the flow velocity of the White Gull River in TSV45 was approximately 150-300 cm/s.

What does this mean? Absolutely nothing, I’m going to be so honest. I just find this amusing

[xreanimatedcorpse]

Choosing peace and NOT finishing my authority drawing to work on (checks notes) ….empathy, esprit de corps, suggestion, and endurance. Wow. Um!!

So… for this drawing, it’s not my skill design of him per se but instead a fusion of authority with another character completely independent from Disco Elysium. IF YOU KNOW THE CHARACTER AND/OR GAME. DUDE. 💍‼️‼️‼️

Authority looks like he’s a game over screen 😭

[akicult]

contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.

just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.

he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.

how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.

that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.

and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.

college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.

he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.

and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.

weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.

his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.

you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.

it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.

and you’re still there.

not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.

hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.

you look so utterly homey.

so…domestic.

like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.

although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.

cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.

“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.

he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”

“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.

like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.

he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.

like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.

and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.

he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.

and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.

this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)

[zorosdimples]

there seems to be this common sentiment that you’re only allowed to feel lonely when you’re physically isolated—when you don’t have friends, when you’re estranged from family, etc. but the truth is that loneliness is much more of a mental struggle—a frame of mind—than it is a physical state of being or a verifiable fact.

for example: think about a point in your life where you have felt incredibly and all-consumingly alone. sure, maybe you didn’t have many people around you. but i’m also willing to bet that there was at least one person in your life that cared—be it a friend or a partner or a teacher. but you didn’t confide in or open up to anyone because you either 1. were embarrassed; 2. thought they wouldn’t understand; or 3. didn’t want to be a burden.

none of these hang-ups are indicative of us actually having no one to speak to—no loved ones to comfort us. rather, they’re our own mental struggles which reflect our personal insecurities and emotions. at the end of the day, having friends around you doesn’t mean that you can’t (or won’t) have days where you feel isolated. you can have a sea of friends and family and mentors who adore you; but they can’t exactly reach out to that solitary place in your mind.

it’s silly to gatekeep feelings of isolation, especially on the internet. when people bring up “cliques” on tumblr, it’s usually rooted in a place of insecurity—one that we can all empathize with, as social media tends to exacerbate our personal feelings of inadequacy. but also, these individuals are generally pointing to small friend groups. a group friends isn’t inherently cliquish, because calling them such would mean that they are at their root exclusionary.

defining inclusivity within an online space is difficult, but often, people are quick to cry “clique” without any nuance. if someone is kind to you, i wouldn’t call that exclusionary behavior—would you? are they barring you from public spaces? are they actively targeting or harassing you? if not, your feelings are exactly that: your feelings. we can’t project our insecurities onto others and assume the worst; we need to give others the benefit of the doubt. we all have lives offline that are often more difficult than we will ever divulge.

i guess what i’m trying to say is that while we all are allowed to (and do, at times) feel lonely, we are each responsible for regulating our own emotions. going out of your way to blame others for your problems—when you have no evidence, no established patterns of behavior to reference—is childish. instead, let’s assume good intent, love on one another, and always be open to growth.

[darthvaderade42]

Trying to avoid spoilers for fantasy high junior year is the hardest thing I think I’ve done like

YouTube: would you like to see a video of Brennan Lee Muligan yelling in a silly voice

Me, smoke billowing from my ears: The devil offering eve the apple had less power over her than your cruelty does me

[biirbygorl]

ONE fruit has to GO 😭🙏

[festering-bacteria]

In my clone high era here’s my Harriet redesign, some Confucius doodles & a silly little tophucius (?) comic-ish thingy, I promise they make sense together and I’m not ill at all I swea

[robinante]

People who are genuinely seething with rage over Kipperlilly Copperkettle and trying to start discourse about why she’s the most evil character to ever exist are so funny. That’s literally Kipperlilly Copperkettle behavior.

[ifwebefriends]

So I went on a YouTube binge yesterday watching people talk about classic literature and I remembered Hamlet which I read for school like 5 or 6 years ago and I kinda didn’t get it but the internet (especially tumblr) seem to go buckwild for Hamlet and I’d like to understand

So please explain tumblr, why do people love Hamlet? (either the play or character is fine)