#bold of you

[otomes-world]

How would you define “love”?

I've been looking at this question for a long time and what to say.. I'm not an otome heroine to say something beautiful and uplifting. You came to the wrong person for this

[tannedrat]

What if it's what they want you to believe? But in reality it has evolved and escaped and now roaming on the web all by itself

We are heading towards an absolute knowledge black hole, aren't we?

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[auden-dahn]

netpet, your new friend! 💾

[🍵 kofi]

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Sometimes the autism thing isn’t being oblivious to when someone is hinting at something but instead being unsure of whether the thing you think they’re hinting at is actually something they’re hinting at or if you’re reading into it too much so you just ignore it anyway because you don’t want to be wrong

[the-rainbow-suit-dude]

[candieduranium]

rb to tuck a mutual in bed and give them a Little Guy to cuddle with as they sleep

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[the-muppet-joker]

Clocked in, Cock out!

[paper-lilypie]

"they're quick when tempted" LILY YOU CAN'T DO THIS LILY

YOU CANNOT MAKE REMARKS LIKE THAT AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT

But see, what if I go towards them EQUALLY AS FAST? NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVEEE- oh shit they're grabby-

I promise you, you are never fast enough

[lizadale]

yeah, i don't think it would go as King Boo expects

(Boo jumps out of Mario before the first hammer swing connects. Luigi would pursue him, but he's busy being revenge-tackled by a very bruised Mario, who really doesn't care what's happening, just knows that Luigi hit him with a goddamn hammer and he needs to dispense noogies)

[emmyrosee]

head empty, only thinking about how when you go to kiss him, you cup his cheeks in your hands and gently squish, smooshing his lips out slightly. he’s already smiling in excitement. you lean in, offering him a little “mwah,” dramatically, but somehow, it always works. his eyes practically form little hearts, not a trace of a thought swirling in them, and his body relaxes: his shoulders droop and his brows soften, and you know he’s completely under your spell when he puckers his lips out for just oooooone more kiss.

it happens a lot more than you both realize; before work, after work, when he’s cleaning up from dinner, when you sneak up behind him while he’s doing paperwork, constantly, are those squishy cheeks in your hands and the invisible tail behind him wagging eagerly.

truly in the palm of your hand.

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bnha: denki, kirishima, midoriya

hq: hinata, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, yamaguchi, kuroo, yaku, oikawa, bokuto, akaashi, tendou, ushijima, atsumu, osamu, aran, suna, sakusa, terushima, meian

jjk: gojo, geto, ino, yuuji, higuruma, choso

+ ur faves 🫶🏻

[finzphoenix]

A few fave Scarecrows that I've drawn today, thanks to all your encouraging words u///u🫶🫶

On a different note, Man-Bat Scarecrow and his two deaf himbos I mean goons are so dear to me, like --

🏳️‍🌈🤨

[wu-does-art]

misc solangelo pen doodles

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

[salamispots]