#anyways im not gonna let this stop me

[thecherrygod]

.... ok taking this out of the closet was a good enough idea actually partially wearing it is a different story

[obsob]

beloved!!!

[albaharu]

i dont wanna doom people with the taint without them knowing, but the game doesn't let me warn them ú_ù except with velanna. she deserves to make an informed decision

[princeyam]

champions of my heart

[fauvester]

nicktoonsunite's tigerghost haunting my brain

[puppppppppy]

Once upon a time

[allyougottado]

the scotty and cthylla car crash chronicles

based on this part in the cradles choreography

it surprised me so much when i played it for the first time i wanted to laugh so badly what is she making him do 😭😭😭

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Ima be sick someone caught me struggling to hang him up

[astrum99]

I can’t stop thinking about angel anatomy.

How are they made? What are they made of? If we break them down limb by limb, flesh by flesh, molecule by molecule, would we find the same structures that echoes our DNA? The same stable, constraining carbon? The same heavy metals? The same blood that flows with life, with death? Are they made of the same stardust that echoed in me?

Do they have a brain? A large raw organ, fragile and limited, capable of complex imaginary hallucinatory mathematics with scheduled periods of unconsciousness to make up for the capacity? A liver and two kidneys? To distill the holy light from the contaminates of the polluting environments akin to a dialysis machine cycling the liquids within the veins? A spine that holds strong? Riddled with the same 33 bones and ridges and intervertebral disks and fluids and sensitive nerves and has a habit of bending over for tedious work? A stomach that stirs and shifts constantly? To hold food? Souls? Light? To churn and froth at the consumption of concepts? An appendix? This small unless thing that rests and nestles between the layers of warm, worm-like intestines? How many teeth do you have? How many fingers? How many knees? What is the shape of your nails? What is the colour of your esophagus? How deep are the socket of your eyes?

How fast does your heart beat?

Is it faster? Slower? Do you even have a heart?

Do you feel in the same way that I feel? The pressure of processed wood against my feet, the nagging buzzing of LED light above my head, the smell of faint smoke from a cooking disaster weeks ago. The sound of people laughing unruly in the distance, putting on a show in the TV program that no one watches. The dampness of the towel against my face. The pain of a needle sliding into soft flesh that gives way willingly to metal. The bruises blooming slowly, aching like love. The chirping of songbirds, the shape of cumulus clouds, the haziness of a morning fog that really stayed for far too long. The way that my mother worked around the hard peels of an orange with the sharpest knife in the kitchen, just to present the sweetest parts to me. The tenderness of a shoulder touching mine before stealing my blankets (again) with a giggle that indicated no remorse. The sluggish sunlight that sneaks through the shades just to press a kiss on my forearm. The sorrow and passion of the symphony on the last show on the last tour, followed by cheers and drunken (revered) confessions during the post-performance celebration at 3am in a random bar of a random city. The foot print of an animal in the first winter snow of the year, like a human pressing their hand print on to the cave walls, chanting I am here I am here I am here, chanting remember me remember me remember me.

Do you bear the shame of sacred inabilities as we humans do? Unable to see beyond the visible spectrum of light? Unable to distinguish the difference between wet and dry, only to assume based on temperature and texture? Unable to know if someone else was speaking of the truth? Unable to see inside someone’s mind? Unable to thread words in a way that completely gives you away like you intended to? Unable to turn back into a child and speak of love so easily? Unable to run forever and ever? Unable to peak into the veil beyond space and time and death? Unable to tell your pet that you’re sorry for making them take the awful medicine and please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please don’t hate me? Unable to be remembered and recognized, at least not wholly, at least not without mistakes?

Do you ever feel the strangeness of existence? Why you? Why now? Why here? That sometimes it feels like the world is five degrees to the left and you are just out of sync enough to keep going. That sometimes you are so overwhelmed with the the giant coincidence that is the world so you weep uncontrollably at the wonder of it all. That you feel like suffocation as you dig into the earth with your bloody fingers because a bird hit your window and died and you didn’t know and you kneeled by it for an hour before realizing it wasn’t breathing.

It died so long ago. It won’t get up again. The first time you held a bird was its cold hard corpse. So small between your palms, so fragile. It’s feathers iridescent. You have never seen one so up close. It was the prettiest and the deadest thing you’ve ever touched. It feels like the world. It feels like a prayer. Do you understand?

Do you regret like me? Love like me? Despair like me? Do you dream like me? Pray like me? Cry like me?

How close are you?

Let me touch you.

Please, I have to know.

[peacockrulz]

Funny stuff happens on twitter sometimes dkslfjsdlkf

[dinglefu]

MORE BALD MEN ANGST!!!!!

Even though 096 has more to himself than how 106 perceives him, it's hard to actually express all of the pain and suffering he went through; he thought that he deserved to be a monster because he was killing people for practically "no reason."

However, he eventually realizes the pain he went through was but the product of his overwhelming fear: the fear that his recognition would cost him his life.

And despite desperately trying not to die, he couldn't find a way they could kill him; It became so prevailing that he couldn't shake the anger and horror of being seen.

It became his calling card against his will. It brought the threat to him. It brought his misfortune and rage on a rusted platter and force fed it to him.

Now he just wants to finally escape and find his home in the mountains where nobody would find him ever again.

It was unfair for a monster like 106 to perceive him as a monster too, as he believes he had a plausible reason and 106 didn't.

He decides to call the old man out for the bullshit, knowing that this close stranger had offered nothing but torture and pain, and never a single tear for the innocent who suffered.

That couldn't stop the attachment formed from this interaction, as not only was 096 emotionaly raw and vulnerable, seething with anger and grief of all of those who mistreated him, reaching to prove 106 wrong; but 106 learned not to bring something so burdening and claim that they both wanted to handle it.

Lessons were learned during that unfaithful breach.

(Oh and also the attachment would probably distress 096 even more because even though he doesn't have the innate murderous response to 106, he associated eye contact with something horrible happening a long time ago.)

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

Something simple for a ref study I mentioned not that long ago :> Fuckin around with my shading methods because why not?

[ratatatastic]

local man haunts (me) open practise yet again more news at 11

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[demonio-fleurs]

i wish i was able to enjoy robins new look for what it represents (her journey of healing from two decades of trauma and a call back to who she was a child before the buster call) instead of being tired of people acting as if she’s been “gone” just because they didn’t like her design (which was also part of her journey of healing her trauma) because it didn’t match what they thought she be

[courtjesterrr]

so anyways, tpot 15, eh?