#OH and yes

[taolaoo]

I'm absolutely not okay about Arthur Morgan. This man has dedicated his entire life to other people in a desperate attempt to be needed. To be useful.

Because he didn't know any better. Because his form of love is giving. Doing what he was told.

He never even considered otherwise. It was always people that came first in his priority. His family.

And the moment he finally gets a chance to think about himself, about what he wants to do, he dies.

I'm absolutely not okay with that.

[stygianheart]

I think one of my “favorite” things is when people misinterpret what it means to be aroace. Watching people so clearly not understand the complexity behind the spectrum of aromatic and asexuality and then proceed to say they “stand with” aroace as an ally is so hilarious to me. Especially when they use this to start bashing on a perfectly fine ship, especially because said ship gets in the way of theirs.

Aroace does not mean no attraction. The plastered poster face for it is people who don’t feel ANY types of attraction, but that does not mean everyone. Aromantic people can date and fall in love. Asexual people can fuck. Aroace people can do both.

Yes, aroace rep IS needed. But we still have it via Luffy—just because Luffy kisses someone (hypothetically) doesn’t mean we just yeeted the aroace label off of him. He is STILL aroace. You know who else is aroace? Bon Clay, for one. Zoro as well. Yet I don’t see people screaming that shipping Zoro with someone completely erases the aroace label, now do I?

Ugh, I’d totally make a whole ass essay about this, but it’s half till midnight. It’s just. Been on my mind for a few hours and I need to say a little shit

[eddsworldgt]

It's bring your friend to work day! Except your friend is a borrower and you have to hide him bc you don't know what your boss will do if he discovers your borrower friend.

(Second)

[itsaboutbee]

i spent way too long to not show this wip to anyone

idk if i should even attempt to colour it

[late-night-jams]

Robot girl: "humanity can not even begin to conceptualize of a better world yet as we still are viewing everything around us through colonialism. It is vital to society and human life itself that the colonialist world view be completely dismantled (which yes includes capitalism in its entirety)"

Puppy girl humping leg: "we should have gay sister sex :3"

[davidisnotmyname]

Whatj the fukc

[yelmor-boots]

Chapter One : a pearl, a sickle, a gemstone

here is the first chapter of Heart Stone.

I will post twice a week because there are a LOT of chapters. (wedn.sat) and I will post the chapter's art tomorrow.

Before I just delete the whole story (because I overthink everything), I decided to start posting it so there will only be art for the first half of the fic.

Like I said, this is purely indulgent and amateur at best. But I really like it and I do want to start writing the sequel eventually (regardless if people like it or not because I enjoy writing the au immensely)

[ourladyofmaplemurder]

ooh!! Cheryl of course for your unhinged character bingo please 🙏!

Explanation under the cut, as is custom. <3

Cheryl Blossom really checks all the boxes for me. Every single one.

Daddy issues. Mommy issues. Same, bro. I want her to be happy forever, but I will also torture her in fanfic because I love her and hate myself. (It's more love than self-loathing though, I promise. I just need her to fight my demons so we can both fucking heal.)

I'm putting her in a snowglobe and SHAKING IT. I am casting her in bronze and admiring her in my garden. I'm chewing on her leg.

She is the saddest, wettest cat in a cardboard box and I'M TAKING HER HOME to cherish her forever. I'm putting her in a blender and bloody is splattering everywhere.

I would take a COMET to the face for her.

When people talk shit about her (beyond reasonable criticism or outside of a funny joke) I genuinely see red. Ba dum tsssss. But also, Cheryl-haters should steer clear. I have violence in my heart about this woman.

You already KNOW I'm working on a dissertation about her to be completed later this year. It could easily be 10 hours, but I'm editing it down because I am applying for sainthood and it's my first miracle. <3

All joking aside (not really), Cheryl Blossom is one of a kind to me. She captures everything I love and hate about myself. I see so much of myself in her that I can't help but love her and I can't help but roll my eyes and laugh at her.

She's the clown in me. The woman-fucker. The firestarter. The bitch. The broken bird. The ice dancer with a plan. The witch no one believes. The madwoman and the saint. We're the mothers we never had and the fathers we flinch away from. We're unrelenting and utterly doomed. We're obsessed with ourselves in way that's deeply exhausting but utterly inevitable considering "she's just like that" and "no one listens to her". We're processing through art. We also both mellowed out over the years after a period of self-imposed isolation. We're both so tender with those we love. Neither of us know how to show it very well sometimes. We're both WAY too much.

The biggest difference is that she's high femme and I am the dyke version of Skrillex (Not intentional, but it's been said several times now). She uses fashion as her shield. I use piercings. I am both envious of her femme aesthetic and hopelessly attracted to it.

The other big difference is that she is moneyed and I grew up with nothing. Amazing how similar we are considering that. Childhood trauma really IS that powerful.

When I was in my early 20's, I suffered a drug-induced psychotic break where I genuinely believed I was a prophet sent from God to save the world. (I recovered and have since learned that maybe my proclivity for madness, drama, and drugs should no longer mix.) But god damn it, I understood exactly when she suggested that even though she probably wasn't a living saint, wouldn't that be miraculous?

When I was a kid, my "proverbial" twin died suddenly and I have carried the weight of his death ever since. We live two lives. Our own and the expected one of the dead other. Twice the pressure and, shockingly, twice the disappointment, but never twice the love. (Not a literal twin, but one of a pair.)

If she were real, we would fuck each other to death and leave nothing but a pile of ash.

[closetedenjoyer]

Time to write the most incomprehensible niche text that exists only as a printed copy some genius decided to scan and save it as pdf pictures so now you can’t ctrl+f your way through it and actually have to read it

one day, if you try hard enough, you too can become a primary source

[yrmillionsweetnessess]

one of my crows

every morning i like to go watch the sunrise and a few months ago i started bringing a handful of peanuts to put out for the crows that hang by the freight yard. they know who i am, and usually they will wait for me in the trees and call for their friends the second i'm spotted.

[glowpart2]

dont understand people who "don't like" valentines day... I personally dgaf that its "made up" and "commercialist"... i love heart shaped things and i love everyone in my life. Its really simple

[dishesoap]

the worst part about being an adult is thay its no longer socially acceptable to just roll down a really big hill and then run back up it and roll back down again. "oh is this a syphilis metaphor" passerby would ask. "is this for a tick tock". no i just wanna come home covered in dirt and scratches and bask in the the solace of childlike mirth

[spiritual-turg]

She's literally SO gorgeous!!!!

OG by Joetastic!!!

[srslylini]

uhm

oh my fucking GOD???

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

decided to get started on the fanfiction oh/OH. print design. This one is getting released November 6. Selected chrysanthemums because of their meaning and cus they're pretty

there are

SO MANY FUCKING PETALS

i am going to BED

[bl00dalchemist]

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