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[ihopeicanchangethislater05]

wilson's ties in every episode: 

Season 2 Episode 9: Deception pt 1 (partially cos i like giving my fav tie its own post) MY PFP EPISODE IS HERE this is the second ep of wilson in my fav wilson tie and i am going to be so annoying about it too

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this is so not normal behaviour i am in LOVE with a goddamm tie and i love him so much in it

this is another yap session to make my whole personality based off of one tie that my fav character is wearing in my fav show

[gritty-big-naturals]

i love getting paid to read fic and scroll tumblr

[actressposts]

[stoat-party]

[just-another-nerd-blog]

In case y'all weren't aware of how Good Keatlejuice looked head on in full color during the Delores wedding please enjoy this collection of nearly identical screenshots because I am going Feral over them

[ryllen]

.+💚. Green .💚+.

[clownsuu]

I have been having a strong urge to make another puppet oc, so alas, take this pain iv made-

When I mean pain, I literally mean it- JDHHFHDH I got so stressed out trying to color him that my adrenaline spiked and now I’m trying to relax LMAOOOO

but anyway, here’s Robbie (not to be confused with Robert), a Howdy family member oc, cause who am I as a howdy supremacy supporter if I didn’t have SOMEBODY related to him smhh. He’s kinda an smartass/asshole (being a 3 horned rhinoceros beetle) but when ya get to know the bastard he’s a nerdy lil goof who’ll never shut up about literally anything he’s done. How many crimes has he committed? He lost count smh.

he’s a little bit more of a serious character-? But he’s kinda still in the same playing field as Dr.Stone is where they are a “guest character”. Also unlike Dr.Stone who has a set occupation, Robbie hops from job to job, one day he’s working at your local seven eleven, the other day he’s a astronaut going to space (don’t ask how he the hell he even got in- he’s too crafty for his own good-)

[aberooski]

Respectfully?

SOBBING 🥹

[buttercup-barf]

Headspace Kel would definitely bite Pizzahead's face off.

Agree?

"LET BASIL GO, YOU JERK!"

"My, my, aren't'cha a rowdy one!"

"Kel, be careful!"

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to eventually be bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not to allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[poisoned-pearls]

Jamiazu coded line-

[csyakult]

✻ ⌣ 🦦 ˚ 𖤛

[darkheartedprince]

DIAL TONE .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Riku's fingers drummed around his gummiphone as he listened to that voicemail response . One week since Sora had disappeared . It was only a week , surely Sora would come back . . . right ?

[ [ R i g h t ] ] ?

❝ -- Hey , Sora . It's me . I don't know where you went this time , and Kairi's really worried about you . . . But I promised her I'd find you . You better answer next time I call . ❞

He hoped it would be EASY , but a [ [ f o o l ] ] would expect that to be the case . The first time he made that call he was standing on the beach at the peak of the day staring at the SAME place where their journey started all those years ago .

. . . Now , history was repeating itself .

Weeks turned into MONTHS , and suddenly Riku found himself standing in the Hundred Acre Wood staring at a picture of Sora on his gummiphone . While Pooh did his best to comfort him , Riku was able to return the kindness to the golden - yellow bear and assure him that Sora's okay he's just . . . sleeping .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Riku's lips formed a hyphen as silence followed that HALLOWING beep for the tenth time . His aquamarine eyes stared at the screen while the clock counted up .

❝ -- Hey , Sora . . . it's me , again . I- ❞

' - And Pooh !'

Riku smiled slightly as he nodded , ❝ Y-Yeah , and Pooh . I'm going back to every place you told me about . You aren't in one of them . . . Where are you . . . ? Call me back ? Please ? ❞

-- All I wanted was an answer . . .

As he ended the call , Riku felt the [ [ p l u s h ] ] arms of a certain bear wrap around his leg . He couldn't bring himself to look down -- he couldn't get himself to look down and see someone with as much HOPE in their eyes as Sora used to have .

. . . It'd KILL him .

' Don't worry , Riku ! Wherever Sora is , he's probably just having a big smackeral of honey and a good nap ! '

While Riku knew that was probably true , there was something in his gut that was telling him otherwise . Regardless , the silverette placed a callused hand on Pooh's head to offer him a sense of comfort .

❝ . . . Yeah , I'm sure he is . ❞

A short time following that conversation , and a brief snack later , and Riku was back on his gummiship soaring through the galaxy to find his best friend .

Then those months quickly became a YEAR . Every time he felt a vibration in his pocket he would feel a tinge of hope in his heart that the person reaching out to him was Sora after all this time ! Yet . . . It never was . It was always Mickey telling about his next Master's mission , or Kairi telling her of a memory she had , and Namine wishing him a safe journey. Or Terra , telling him to be careful and not to kill himself looking for Sora because he knew , all too well , that he would .

The world he heavily AVOIDED was the Realm of Darkness , because it was a world that they had escaped together many a time . Oh , how he [ [ w i s h e d ] ] he wasn't there . Just like every other world , Riku explored it from top to bottom , fending for his [ [ l i f e ] ] where he needed to and finding shelter when he could . After . . . who knew how long , Riku's boots gently crushed the darkened sand of the shore as he looked out at the hauntingly familiar indigo sunset .

By now in his search , sleep was becoming a thing of the past . Maybe a nap here or there , or a quick snack , but no solid meals . . . and no longer bouts of sleep . His mind was too focused on something MORE important than his own well-being . As his hope started to crumble , the harrowing voices in his mind grew louder while his mental and physical health fell victim to darkness .

What was worse ? That every time he closed his eyes he could see GHOSTS of what they all used to have and how happy they were . . . Then Riku walked away , now Sora .

Still . . .

Once again , a trembling hand reached into his pocket to take out his gummiphone . As he had done so many times at this point , Riku dialed Sora's number . This time , he put it on speaker while he simply stared out at the water .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello ? Hey , just kidding ! It's Sora , leave a message ! ' BEEP !

Deep from within his chest , Riku let out a heavy sigh . His fingers twisted around his gummiphone as he turned over his left shoulder and somberly made his way back to his gummiship . . . again .

❝ -- Hey , Sora . It's me . Where the fuck are you ? This isn't a game anymore , Sora ! You know that , don't you ? ❞

He SQUEEZED his eyes shut while he leaned his back against the side of his gummiship .

❝ -- You disappeared without a trace . Kairi doesn't even know where the fuck you went . You better have a good reason for what you did . . . You owe us , Sora . ❞

All I wanted was an answer --

He bit his lip as he hesitated before adding on very quietly , ❝ . . . You owe her . ❞

-- All I needed was to know .

Then he hung up , climbed back into his ship and headed on his way as he had hundreds of times before . At this point , he was starting to lose hope .

And he [ [ r a r e l y ] ] did that .

One year swiftly became two , then three , then four . . . Each day was the same , in and out . Everywhere he went , Riku asked faces new and old if they had seen Sora , or had an inkling of where he might be , but he always ended up with nothing or at a dead end . Eventually , and after years of being away from home on this massive search , Riku FINALLY managed to drag himself back . Once the front door was locked , now a shell of who he once was , warn - down boots dragged along hardwood floors to the bathroom . The bag he brought with him he had managed to drag halfway through the house before dropping it carelessly in the hallway . With a THUD , bruised hands clutched at the counter of the sink as he looked at himself in the mirror .

His normally bright , ocean - teal eyes were dark and heavy from years of EXHAUSTION that threatened to take him to the abyss . His entire body was [ [ l i t t e r e d ] ] with cuts , bruises , and more from having to defend himself everywhere he went .

I don't have nothing to lose . . .

As he had done hundreds of times at this point , Riku reached into his pocket to turn on his gummiphone . He looked at his screen FLOODED with notifications from people that he cared about . Many of them from Kairi , Terra , Namine and Mickey . A few from Aqua . And as he had done [ [ m a n y ] ] times before , Riku pushed away all those notications so that he could get to Sora's contact . And as he had done , he dialed Sora's number .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

Suddenly , Riku's heart SANK into his shoes .

❝ H-Hey , you can't just -- This isn't a joke , Sora ! ❞

So , he tried again , his grip on his phone growing tighter .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

❝ That can't - . . . No -- NO ! ❞

. . . and again .

<RING . . . RING . . . RING . . .> ' Hello . The number you have dialed is no longer in service . Goodbye . ' BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

❝ -- SORA ! ANSWER ME ! ❞

. . . and again .

< RING . . . RING . . . RING . . . > ' Hello . The number you have dialed--'

❝ FUCK ! ❞

YOU JUST WALKED AWAY !

Until Riku had heard enough . Before the pre-recorded message had finished playing , Riku HURLED his phone at the bathroom wall , watching the screen [ [ c r a c k ] ] into many different lines and fragments like a broken mirror . The silverette then screamed a scream of ANGUISH as he [ [ s l a m m e d ] ] his first into the wall .

Oh , how long the world had WISHED that that boy would have released the sounds of pain he was now releasing after reaching his absolute breaking point . At long last , all this endlessly searching for his best friend [ [ f i n a l l y ] ] killed his light .

. . . I never thought you'd be the reason that I learned to hate myself .

Punch after punch , the wall took a beating until Riku's body physically couldn't do any more damage . After some time , he turned and shoved his back into the wall of his bathroom then slid onto the bathroom floor with his knees drawn to his chest . Stinging tears [ [ r a p i d l y ] ] trailed down his cheeks while he buried his face into his arms .

❝ Wh-Where are you , Sora . . . ? ❞

BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! BEEP ! . . .

Give me a reason . . . ?

. . . I need a reason .

[raydenblogzz]

"Shitty hair, 'cause I didn't get to sleep I just wanna be alive but I feel like such a creep Wanna be-Such a pretty girl that everybody loves me But I can't shake the feeling that everyone's above me"

Ok i might not hide it anymore... i LOOOVE disposable girl, shes probably my top 1 favorite right next to chocolate box girl and fainéant...... i love her song, her design, shes literally so relatable to me man💔💔💔

Anyways 5/8!?!!?!! Gosh im already down to like 3 left,woohoo!!!!!

[brookriver]

every time im sick i draw my ocs as furries to keep my spirits up

[astronomical-light]

the pitt s1e15 out of context spoilers: everyone please stay tuned for the thousands of words of porn i am inevitably going to write about the line SADDLE UP COWBOY