#are they even real

[phantombunnyman]

I can’t tell which I hate more

[girlivealwaysbean]

do you like tree houses

ive only seen on doraemon and i am worried about its reliability and sturdiness but yes they sound cool in the abstract

[jakesguitarsolo]

WHAT WERE THEY ON LAST NIGHT?

[gingeredmink]

Corpse Selling // Kichi ♪ 

quick Eszopiclone fueled drawing of fav ship [not even trying to hide being a hardcore shipper of these two, SOMEDAY YNO WILL ADD DEBRIS AND HOPEFULLY MORE PEOPLE REALIZE HOW GREAT SOU WITH LIL RAT BOYFRIEND IS

GOD THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE DONE TO GET MORE FANFIC, OR ANYTHING OF THESE TWO. EVEN LITTLE SCENARIOS, DONT CARE ABOUT RATING JUST WANNA READ ABOUT THEM. [yes this is also an invitation to share thoughts/scenarios about these two cause GOOOOOOD THERES SO LITTLE]

IMAGINE SOU GETTING TATS A Blåhaj and they cuddle with it all the time [Sou has too many pics off this cause the adorable gets him every time.] Or Tat’s keep making a mess of their clothes and keep borrowing Souta’s [may or may not garnder a few commends from other dreams]

1. The whole cat and mouse dynamic and all the fun it could lead to

2. Souta being emotional withdrawn and cold mixed with a scared but kind hearted Tatsuki. + despite appearance Sou is actually really gentle [constantly cleaning arms [if you know you know]

3. They’re both cute as hell and adorable [imagine Tats asking to lay with Sou on sofa because they keep having nightmares and Sou, half busy with Na_Be, is like sure. Game finally dies and they notice Tats sleeping more peacefully than Souta had ever seen them.

wanna note see tats as 21 in this scenario, with the whole “I thought this would get better as an adult but its only gotten worse and the only source of comfort is kids toys. I can’t pretend anymore, I can’t do it anymore”

anyhow this post is brought to you by Eszopiclone [lunesta], just wait to see if doc approves switch to Zolpidem [Ambien] and what brain spits out ◠⸜⸝◠

[problemnyatic]

the steven universe hate is insane bc people are (or at least were) more upset that fictional war criminals got fictional hugs than they recognize that it singlehandedly advanced queer rep in children's media by lightyears and then straight up ate heavy retaliation for the nerve.

It does have real flaws that are worth discussing, but it also put their male protagonist in dresses and skirts and played it straight and even empowering, they aired a lesbian wedding on television, it was a genuinely queer, genuinely diverse piece of media through and through. It did a lot of real good for the real world.

But also the fictional characters caused fictional harm to other fictional characters, and didn't get an onscreen firing squad sentence. So, you know, it's basically ontologically evil in real life.

[ghcstcd]

Sockeye salmon, if he was just a little buddy

[hunnam]

AlwaysErotic on Twitter

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[astronomical-bagel]

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[chloesimaginationthings]

Leaked scene from the FNAF 2 movie…

[ilovelifee]

Guys

GUYS

GUYSSS!!!!!

Climb him like a tree amirit

[anna-scribbles]

adrien in my outfit from a few days ago✨ feat. my claws out converse

bonus:

[doinadigitaldnazing]

HOLLY SHIT OMIGOD OMIGOD

OHHH MY GOSH OMIGOSH YOU GUYYYSSSSSS

wait no holy fuck caption cancelled as im writing this red stopped spinning abruptly and is staring directly at me please stop. ok hes fine now. normal boy

[proselles]

alex hirsch was really just so pissed that no one saw his epic old man yaoi that he went and wrote a whole new book and made a whole website specifically to show meticulous evidence that this weird old man fucked a triangle.

he really said what were ford and bill really doing in that pocket dimension they shared, hm? did you ever think of that? oh - you think it was just chess? hm. interesting. i dont.

the ultimate rare pair shipper. i have never seen a creator do this before. absolutely fascinating at every angle.