#but lowkey its kinda cool

[thecedarchronicle]

i love being a writer because i almost passed out for the first time in my life today (im okay! i donated blood and i didn't realize how dehydrated i was) but my immediate thought process went:

oh shit i think im about to pass out -> damn, i hope this isn't serious, oh no -> wow its great im still lucid enough to remember some of this for reference later

[skydaemon]

the appeal of star wars media is, primarily, having a protagonist who doesn't know fuck about shit

[swoo0zy]

aw hellll nahhhhhh they done neon genesis evangelioned her ass

[dooodle-bug]

Bro had anyone noticed how tape (legion of stationery (paper mario origami king)) and ten (extension corps(mario and luigi brothership)) are so similar????

The the ourple.... the stylish pompadour.... THEY ARE LITERALLY THE SAME GUY

[octopationaltherapy]

Bf helped me put together a little nesting corner

[void-ofthe-phoe-ix]

bbngh…

Trying something new.

Traced over a redraw of smth i did during english class. Not the original bc apparently i had to turn in the page i drew it on. Lowkey forgot to write my name on it so idk if im getting it back lol

this style is inspired by a ton of people, all of whom i forgot the names of TwT

[woundfist]

the Cinta thing does suck btw. yeah we can cope and rb that "no guys it's not bury your gays because everyone dies" post to oblivion, but it's not gonna erase the fact that how they handled it WAS disappointing in a way it absolutely didn't need to be. so. there's that :/

[emero0]

Call me Langa cus i learned how to ollie in 2 weeks /hj

(While wearing langa outfit and listening to dimensions of the wind (song that plays while he skates against adam the first time) lmaooo)

[gomzdrawfr]

hey for no reason. if Raven was a car,, what type and colour of car do you think she would be…?

I had to delete a whole paragraph cuz in the midst of my delusions I thought you were asking what kind of car she would be (my answer was Aston Martin DB5 - dont judge I really love that car since I was a kid okay and I think she'll look cool as hell as one - and Porsche 914/6 shade 1110)

The simplest answers are black, silver and dark blue

I love really shiny coatings BUT personally I think for Raven her coating might lean more towards matte finish (look up satin black cellulose paint)

There are wayyyyy too many silver shade out there but lemme tell ya nothing beats a good ol bright silver metallic paint, I don't think the ones that are leaning towards pearl shades would suit her (slightly yellowish - look up Malaysia's Civic and BR-V in Platinum White Pearl Colour)

This one is oddly specific (and can you imagine I know this brand bcuz years ago Jeffrey Star's car paint job used one of these brands) but like cyborg blue or blue demon looks so hot (yay sparkles!!)

If we wanna talk about sparkles and fancy schmancy (but less durability) stuff it'd be vinyl wrap....like the gradients one ooooooo I think Raven would look so good with purple to blue matte kind OR OR the black to blue on the hood...

[francy-sketches]

mental illness

[kate-m-art]

I get it now, I get the hype, sassy vampire man beloved andjfkmsm

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Uh idk if saying this makes me sound weird but y'all know that movie Chronicle. Yeah I rly like that movie... if I was given crazy ass telekinetic powers I would be soooooooo niceys with it ❤️

[holdingcourtwiththevoid]

Ludwig lowkey does it like no other

[phantom-dancing]

Guys ,,, Rumania, Rumania performed by Joel Grey ,,,,,, this is so fucking peak ,,

[m00nblune]

to jojos fans; whenever you get anxious and gotta take some deep breathes to calm down you can pretend you're doing hamon lol

[chesters-ocs]

Taunting Visions

i keep thinking about Sea School and how that results in mārīte having thalassophobia. and i keep wondering about what other extreme fears the gang could have... so... introducing, athazagoraphobia, the fear of being forgotten/forgetting something!

wc: 526

The man laid flat on his back.

Staring up.

Up.

Up.

The unchanging ceiling mocking him.

Mocking his sleepless night.

His thoughtless existence.

His loyalty to someone who he...

...

His heart dropped.

Quickly, he forced himself out of the bed.

Along the way, slamming a heavy fist on the light switch.

A dull ringing in his ears.

An even duller haze over his eyes.

And a painfully bright light pressing kisses over his body.

Grabbing onto the wall, he desperately tried to hold himself upright.

Physically or mentally, who's to say?

The man fell to his knees.

Hands digging into a bag.

Why is there a bag?

Who's bag is this...

Wallet...

Where... is his wallet...?

The bag is empty now.

Contents strewn across the floor.

Nothing he could identify as his own.

"Maybe you forgot it."

Fuck, not again, he begged to a God he's not sure he believes in anymore.

The voice continued.

"Maybe you forgot them."

He would look over his shoulder for the contents of the voice.

Naught but black stared back at him.

An empty, cold, cold black.

The same colour as the pit in his stomach.

"Or... Maybe they forgot you."

The man found himself screaming, but no sound came out.

Not a lick of noise disturbed the eerie silence of his surroundings.

"Because out of everyone, you are quite difficult to remember."

He wanted to sob.

Sitting on his knees, hunched over a worn out bag, he heaved.

Only capable of listening to the voice.

"With how you leave everyone, why should they even bother?"

The taunting.

It never ceased.

He could almost feel the pleasure it took in making him suffer.

Tears threatened to spill.

Tears he, just this once, was unable to push back down.

A hand grabs him by the chin, forcing his eyes upwards.

His own face stared back at him.

Almost.

Almost.

Almost.

...

That's not him.

Those are not his eyes.

Those are not his scars.

As he lunged upwards, the visage of his father dodged.

Curse him for always being stronger.

For being more agile.

For everything.

"I heard your daughter does not even know what you look like anymore."

That caused him to stop mid-attack.

Made him stare at the sneering eyes above him.

"And I heard your son does not know your name."

The figure vanished.

The pit in his stomach deepened.

The emotions seeping into his very bones.

...

He woke up on the floor, next to his bed.

"Adam, sweetheart, you alright? I heard yelling," a concerned voice asks, as it knocks on the door, before opening it.

Quickly sitting up, he wiped off the cold, sticky sweat from his forehead.

"Uh, yeah, thanks," he uttered, blinking owlishly at his surroundings.

"Well, alright. If you need anything, you know where I am," Alexandria chided, before leaving him to his solitude.

Recalling the... whatever it was he just saw, Adam quickly scrambled to find his most prized possession.

A small photo. Him. His kids and... The man he loves.

Smiling.

He uttered a small prayer under his breath.

Of hope for a better tomorrow.

Of meeting them again.

Very, very soon.