#YEOUCH!!!

[loverofsoups]

Always always ALWAYS thinking of the donna-harvey scene where she says that he only wears lavender when something tragic has happened. And that the potential decision of mike leaving him is equal to his mother coming back into his life. Someone who betrayed him more than anyone else. Someone he grew up with and loved who forced him into doing something no kid should do. Her sudden arrival would be just as tragic as Mike, someone he’s grown to love and care for in just a year, leaving him

[feddy-34]

me when i talk abt the olympics au

[ibs-culture-is]

Ibs culture is ow :(

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[bueris]

iridocyclitis

[jarnshell]

@syrupyy i made a comic studio ripoff using snail ide (a mod of scratch) and i forgot to save and now this is my only proof of its existence (sorry for the mention)

[therealscientistzombie]

Just curious...

If the plants can see through the zombies human disguises, then how did the plants not figure out that Super Brainz was a zombie, and not another plant during the zombies' infiltration mission?

Well you see... he wears petals around his head, gives him a completely different silhouette.

[solarisrenbeth]

OCS AS POISONOUS PLANTS

rules: create one (or more) of your ocs using this meiker and then take this uquiz and share their results

ty for the tag @grapecaseschoices @narrativefoiltrope + @sysba!! 💖💖 i’ll toss a tag to @veeples @lilas @lyriumsings @mrs-theirin @queerdetectiveblue + @masonscig if you wanna play! 🤗

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⬅️ JORDY ANDERSON || she/her • twc, body count, infamous

Oleander: This is the poison of stagnation. You grow drowsy. Your heart rate slows, and when you do move you can't seem to stop shaking. It may seem to others that you're lazy, or reticent. Like you avoid hard work on purpose, like you always take the easy way out. But you know deep down that it wouldn't be like this if you weren't so tired, so deeply tired. If you weren't crushed under the weight of sorrow like a mile of water over your head. Nothing brings you peace, except rest and-- though you can hardly dare to ask-- having someone tend to you gently and sweetly. A good gardener speaks to their plants, sings to them, waters them, fertilizes their soil, prunes the dead parts, nurtures the new growth. You yearn to be cared for like that, even though you feel you don't deserve it. The secret is that you do. You always have. And someday, you'll learn that, and receive that care, and the exhaustion won't keep you from growing strong and lovely anymore. You were never the problem. These are simply poor growing conditions for you.

➡️ OCTAVIA GLASS || she/they • body count, golden

Lily Of The Valley: This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

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⬅️ JAMIE CARDEÑAS || she/her • blood moon, wts

Belladonna: This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

➡️ MIKO MATSUOKA || they/she • chop shop, red sugar society

Doll's Eyes: This is the poison of unchecked vices. You slip into hallucinations. You are wracked with convulsions. The delirium threatens to overwhelm you. What are you running from? You look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. Each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. If you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. And if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. You deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. Someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. That is the only true way to peace for ones like us. Oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

[abyssal-gaze]

why does popping your ankle have to hurt so so much worse than popping any other joint

[tillman]

Prrhaps I need to stop drawing in a shitty 15 dollar chair from target actually. My poor back

[unspectacularthings]

wore my 6 inch drag heels to the 50 hr springtime debauchery function. yowch oof ouch etc

[theeighthwonder69420]

My femurs hurt :(

[sheerricetorrent]

Started working on an animation

[heatherchasesyou]

*metal pipe sfx intensifies*

[ninoochat]

[thewistlingbadger]

"I keep telling myself you're different but you're not" vs "I thought maybe you could love me like you used to, even though I'm different."

[spacejunker]

quick drawing teehee