#and... I think this might be a goodbye

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

I just realised today that it’s been over 8 years since I published my first piece of reader insert fanfiction (not for DL but it laid the groundwork for what was to come) and it’s absolutely crazy to me. I don’t know that I’ve talked about it on this blog much (for it was not good by anyone’s standards) but I used to publish on Quotev and I made a couple of friends on there who really helped me when I was going through a hard time in real life (not that I think any of them necessarily realised how much :’) ). Sadly we all sort of drifted away from the site and lost contact but I still think about them sometimes and hope that wherever they are they’re doing well. 

I miss our little community on there too and the silly conversations we used to have, as while I don’t think Tumblr ever quite had the same vibe, I do think it’s grown a lot more impersonal over the years (or at least that’s certainly been my experience). 

Anyway I don’t know that there’s much of a point to this other than me reminiscing but if we’ve interacted at some point while I’ve been running this blog, or even if you just silently like a lot of my posts (because believe me, there are usernames I recognise even if we’ve never properly talked), then I’m grateful and I hope that you’re happy and doing well.

[hajihiko]

Force of habit 🤷‍♂️

[secondbeatsongs]

going through some old logs, and I need you to understand just how truly unhinged early 2010s RP omegle was.

genuinely you could stay on there for hours with just one person, hashing out complex traumatic backstories, drawn-out love confessions, detailed action scenes...collaboratively describing graphic violence, past abuse, comfort, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, any number of sex acts...and then one of you would be like, "oh haha it's 2AM! I have to sleep :(" and the other person would say, "omg saaaame. :( gnight!!!" and then you'd exit the chat and never speak to each other again, and this was. fine.

you could just spend an entire evening shoving your wretched, bleeding soul into a chat log with someone you'd never meet or learn the name of, achieve some form of emotional catharsis, and then go about your day or night like this was an average way to spend your time.

I'm really normal about this, actually

[tekitothemagpie]

My sun 😔🤲🏼

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[dykerikki]

do NOT separate them....

[boycaca]

Admittedly im no hardcore tartaglia fan so idk what kind of discussions you guys are having over there but i feel like i always see people talk about his traumatic past in the abyss or the fatui but what about his childhood. What about the fact that he is basically just some country bumpkin in the fatui. I like to think that the first “weapon” his father made him learn how to “wield” was an axe, not to fight people, but for chopping wood for heat fuel for the house at The Grown Age Of 6 Years Old. I dont know much about the climate in snezhnaya so i cant tell you if they’re able to grow a lot of crops in the summer or if it really is just an everlasting snowstorm there but i can feel it in my bones that whenever his mother was gardening he was called outside to help her weed out the crops (is that what you call that process in english???). Do you think his favourite dessert was kissel or something, or maybe those sugar rooster lollipops they would sell at markets. Do you think he ever slid down a snowy hill so fast he crashed into a tree. Do you think he would beg his mom to bake him a honey cake each year for his birthday (with his help, of course). Do you think when he first arrived at the capital in snezhnaya he got lost and confused because he just did not know how to navigate a big city. Do you thin

[collisiondiscourse]

all might: tenko my boy! is that you?

shigaraki:

all might: you have your grandmother's hands!

shigaraki:

all might: and... it appears... your father's and your mother's and your sister's

all might: oh good lord,

[roobiedo]

Assorted blorbos on my mind (part 1/?)

The theme is uhhhhh... time-loop tortured, erratic/unpredictable personality, no stranger to death, plus a (mostly) monochrome palette... i guess!

[daisyswift3]

WTAF IS GOING ON ALSKDKJDJ. ICE SPICE POSTED KARLIE ON HER TIKTOK AND THE MAGAZINE IS FROM 2015???? ROCKET WOMAN -> ROCKET MAN -> THE KARMA YELLOW BRICK ROAD OF IT ALL. THE ANGEL EMOJI 👼 -> KARLIE BEING A VS ANGEL. KARLIE WEARING THE AMERICAN FLAG -> TAYLOR POSTING RED, WHITE, AND BLUE ON HER MOST RECENT INSTA POSTS. IS STH HAPPENING IN JULY?? IT SEEMS LIKE A HINT AT JULY 4 🇺🇸

[ind1c0lite]

Who killed Gregory Edgeworth'

(timelapse below!)

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

misa my love

[protectorcraft]

my buuuuugessssssssssssssssssssss

[boobchuy]

something I've found a bit funny if u compare the kids designs in toh, gf and A are how dip and mabe, being 12, are so tiny compared to how lanky toh and A kids are even w them only being a few years older. toh's designs is a bit less jarring 2 me since it's more realistic, but if u put the mystery twins beside calamity trio it's silly how the latter look so l o n g in comparison

[dirtytransmasc]

was... was Sevika just left to assume Isha was dead? Jinx didn't come home. she gave up. Isha wasn't with Vi or anyone who left the battle field. word probably spread of the explosion. but did anyone actually tell her Isha was dead? or did she just have to wait and wait and wait, waiting for news that would never come, until all she could assume was that Isha was dead. Jinx was gone. the war waged on. Jayce called them to fight. that was that. cause that's fucking awful.

[artsekey]

Check it out! These are my grandparents!

My grandpa fought in WWII and stole nazi clock pieces from the streets to hand-build all SIX clocks that still ring out in our house every hour. He was a soldier and a wood-worker who never got his high-school diploma but made an amazing life for himself and his family. He’s in a museum, actually, as one of the few survivors of one of the most dangerous battles in WWII, and he received a purple heart for his service.

My grandma was a typist/secretary who traveled the world with him during his time in the military after getting her Bachelors Degree (!!!!! In the mid 1900’s!!!) . They met on a blind date not long after the war was through, and they were married sixty-seven years. She’s the epitome of etiquette and an amazing hostess! She has two daughters, one born in Austria and one in the U.S., and I’m their only grand-child.

You might be thinking, “Artsekey, what’s this all about? This isn’t the usual content!”

Well, I’ll tell you what it’s all about! My grandmother just celebrated her 100th Birthday! She’s been alive since 1923! The same year the radio became commercially available!!!

She’s amazing, and I’d like everyone to know it!