#anyways HEHE

[savpumpkinhead]

queer unreliable narrators in love with the subjects of their work, voyeuristic themes, gothic romance, im fucking insane for this shit

[kikker-oma]

Thank you @skyloftian-nutcase for giving me the prompt and for letting me kind of base it off of Elastic Heart❤️

[1driedpersimmon]

Sesame and Morning Glories :3

[alaskasbignaturals]

Mass wishes you all a very Happy St Paddy's Day! He celebrates by getting drunk and belting Celtic tunes ☘

[sickficideas]

atsushi passing out in the english dub today <3 it's a different Flavor than the japanese version but i absolutely love how faint he sounds, like he's losing his breath 💖💖💖

longer clip than the first one because i was also thinking about this little sequence of events. atsushi hallucinating dazai behind him, and then standing up like that just to pass out a few seconds later. imagining he can see the spots in his vision forming after standing and he's getting too dizzy to stay upright, but he's fighting it so hard in some attempt to get through that sentence at the very least. the sweat shows that too. but in the end it snuck up on him to fast and he fainted 💔 poor thing

[astralsi]

magda the magpie >:)

[yuzuuu4]

2023 art summary before i end up forgetting

[h-doodles]

Connection // Consumption // Possession is my way of Love & you are mine as i am yours, various - a web weave for it's quicker & easier (to eat your young) by @pinkcannibal 💖

[jewishmanul-art]

everything about us going to be cool 💥💥💥

[froyo-ocs]

hey btw im always open to plotting and shipping for anyone who wants to know

(THIS IS ABOUT FANTROLLS/FANKIDS)

[lefthandedvegan]

I’d love to keep him in my basement and only give him the tightest, most revealing clothing to wear to stay warm.

What is it, pretty boy? You decided to dress like such a slut, can you blame me for wanting to use you?

[dailyanimatronics]

[ID: a drawing of avenger chuck e cheese wearing his original outfit along with a red and blue bracelet. he's holding a skateboard and smiling. he also has a cane. /end ID]

avengers art never shows him with a tail, and rats' tails are used for balance. i like to think he occassionally uses a cane to help his balance

[mackmp3]

🌻

:D

okay so william morris was a designer from the late 1800s who pioneered the arts & crafts movement, BUTTTTTT his daughter may was the one behind a lot of teh wallpaper designs which went uncredited to her, & also did teh actual embroidering, which takes A Really Long Time, on a bunch of the wall hangings & cushion covers etc, and Every Time i see a william morris pattern on anything i think of her. every. time.

^^ i'm fairly sure ive posted this before but SHE DID ALL THAT. HAND EMBROIDERED. AND THERES TWO OF THEM theyre bed hangings like for a canopy bed, a lattice with a tree & lots of birds and animals like that is so much work ough

[lymooniee]

I had to make this because I'm so him (I've also made a 4 minute 30 second video on why shadow is autistic and the fact I had more clips i could've shared lmao)

It's cause I'm autistic and so is he so UH YEAH !! 🤯

[disproportionatelysculpting]

everytime I wish to die, a feeling holds me down,

so familiar form to my soul, but I could never know them

or catch a glimpse of their face

who are you? why you want me to survive?

why want me to stay alive?

when I think of me, slipping to the cold embrace of death

drowning, into the crazy voices of this mind

the bathtub of warm water and my tears

red with my blood, getting my body cold

I feel someone carrying me out, trying to keep me alive

wanting me to stay afloat and swim on the shore

who are you? why you want me to survive?

why want me to stay alive?

when I think of me, running to the afterlife,

jumping off the cliff on a warm spring night,

giving in the wicked choice of life

the twisted fate people want me to have

a warm hand holds me back, gripping me so hard

pulls me down to the ground, wanting me to not leave yet,

who are you? why you want me to survive?

why want me to stay alive?

so I did today, I stayed,

I stayed in my mind

thinking about not doing it all,

and wondering who that person is,

who is that power holding onto me???

trusting me, wanting me, thinking and thinking..

I roved to a quite and desolated space,

I came across a mirror, broken at sides,

cracked all along but still holding on

stood upon the foundation made up of boxes

craved with words of hope, love, life,

dreams that keep me awake and people I wont name

wondering and wandering around,

I peeked across the mirror,

it was empty, not a soul in view

to my disappointment, I thought I would have finally got my answers,

maybe a reason to know why I can't end myself

my eyes stuck on that mirror crack, it made me feel sad,

I know its inanimate but it felt sad

I caressed, telling them its okay,

they are doing great job holding on,

hoping its enough for it to stay strong

I got ready to come back to the reality,

when I saw some blurry lines within that mirror,

every crack formed a different entity

yet they all were the same person

slowly all of the forces keeping me alive

revealed themselves, the reflection made me smile

they reached out for my hand, squeezed it thrice,

conveying the reasons I was yearning for

seeing them, was simply a catharsis,

seeing them, all I could do was a smile,

the realization has made a home inside me,

I will live for that person in the mirror,

THE PERSON WHO IS NO ONE ELSE BUT ME,

the different versions of me,

the ones who are left behind,

the ones I am yet to become,

the ones who stayed,

I am the mainstay for my life,

I will survive. for me.

[delicris]

The Loving of an Art and the Art of Loving

Take a black pen and draw on my body, almost as if tattooing me, but not quite there yet, no, not really. Take a black pen and draw on my body, leave forever behind yourself and let the tip float over my skin. Take a black pen and draw on my body, don't let the thought wander off, find the sacred place and out let it spill. Take a black pen and draw on my body, then snatch the cap and close it and leave my lying there with burning skin. Take a back pen and draw on my body, for maybe, once you stop, you will let your fingers carve out red ink.