#and she’s on tumblr

[finemeal]

Got sent an image in my head about something that would be tragic.

In WolfyTheWitch’s animatics, Polites wears a bandana on his head and then he ... ya know. So now I have this image that every time Odysseus embraces Polites' "Open Arms" ideology, he looks down at the bandana of his friend (at this point he's wrapped it around his wrist/arm as a reminder to remember them, prolly during ... Remember Them)

Then? During "Monster" he tears off the bandana as a symbolic showing that he will be embracing the "Ruthlessness is Mercy" ideology instead of "Open Arms" ideology he's been trying to hold onto

[sabrebash]

The Ballad of Bella Buttons (based on a true story)

[gawki]

Night Mare

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!

[scubaby]

me making my ocs kiss is an advanced form of making my barbies kiss when i was 6. if only kid me could see me now

[clearcutcasualty]

“Do you think seahorses write fpreg” and the many other riveting things my friend texts me right before I go to work

[sirsheoth]

I kiss you with tongue and as that happens I slide an ibuprofen in your mouth since you have a headache

[airinn]

cat girl save me.. cat girl.... save me cat girl (she would not)

[yeepof]

Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!

[suiheisen]

studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[buniix3]

On their horsies

Explanations and names in reblog

[passiunclepaltry]

if golbetty is really omnipotent and whatnot . she woulda giggled

[naomistares]

another tlt comic, ianthe's new arm.

(guys this took me 60 plus hours... please say something nice to me..)

[harboretum]

Like clockwork

[8pxl]

14 yrs ago i started playing magic the gathering as a kid, and i had the dream to do art for them

3 yrs ago i tweeted about those dreams:

today i’ve released 11 official magic the gathering cards, and it’s honestly so surreal and insane to me! i did that!! i fulfilled a childhood dream, and i honestly couldn’t be more proud 🥹