#do you like it???

[samwiseism]

What are your thoughts on Peter's main look in the gotg game? The eidos game I mean

i don’t have many honestly. it’s fine i guess idk the badges and patches are cute and i like that they did their own spin on the red jacket but I’m not a big fan of the massive shoulders/outline.

60% of the time I use the master of the sun outfit because I love the added details of his rings/tattoo(s?). the other 40% goes between the 2008 outfit and the grounded one. super well done!

face model wise. look I love peter but he is the blandest blondest man ever. literally in every comic unless he’s a boring brown haired man. he is very a very Generic White Man lookswise. his face is fine and ive grown fond of it just because it’s his stupid face. the game gives that same energy lmfao.

the HAIR on the other hand. don’t get me started. at least everyone roasted him for it <3

[thepeterman]

Hiccunzel Soulmate Wip - Title pending

[that-was-anticlimactic]

hello hello! what are your thoughts on pineapple on pizza 🤔

HI YES HELLO SORRY FOR BEING THE WORST AND TAKING A BIT TO RESPOND i saw this and laughed and then. forgot. to answer. hm.

anyways, i do not </3

sometimes i Wish i did because i LOVE pineapple, but i'm also like super picky about pizza and as of recently, i've only started really liking cheese and onion on pizza. used to like pepperoni and sausage, but not s much anymore. especially because i only like it if it's beef and not pig lol also ranch. pizza with ranch = <333

aNYWAYS excuse the ramble, lol <3

[positivelly-pessimisticc]

chapter one of my story ! i’m nervous n extremely self-conscious, but tell me if you like it pleasee. i’d appreciate the feedback <3

It's kind of funny how badly humans ache to be loved. It's as if we're born craving affection. Like it's our mission in life to find somebody that completes us. We long for someone to spend our time with, even if that time is short. But with love comes heartbreak and disappointment, and no one is immune to the anguish abandonment causes. Once you open the door to loving someone other than yourself, there's no going back. I only wish I'd known what lay ahead before I walked through that door.  "Hey! How's my favorite stick in the mud?" I felt a punch on my shoulder and jumped, my pen straying from its initial position on my paper, creating an unwanted line across the page.  "Be careful, Dannie! " I sighed as I tore out the page and turned to the next. I've known Dannie since middle school, and she's my best friend. Ever since the 6th grade, we've never left each other's side. "It's nice to see you too, dimwit." Dannie chuckled as she placed herself beside me on the curb. "What're you writing about anyway?" I closed my notebook a little quicker than I should have and placed it under my thigh.  "Oh, nothing, just a to-do list. Gotta run some errands for my mom." I smiled, trying my best to look like I believed what I was saying.  "Right." Dannie squinted her eyes at me but brushed it off anyway. "Well, why weren't you at school today?" I looked down at my polar ice converse, avoiding her eyes. I could feel her staring at me in that way she always did when she was super serious about something.  "I just needed a day off, that's all." I pushed my glasses up, still staring down at my feet. "You sure? You doing alright?" Dannie leaned slightly forward, trying to get my attention, and smiled. "You can always talk to me, you know." I turned towards her and gave her a quick smile.  "What're you, my therapist?" I laughed and got up, shoving my notebook in my back pocket.  "Stubborn ass." Dannie laughed as she chased after me, her curly highlights blowing against the wind. "Seriously, though, I'm here if you need me," she said, showing off her perfect smile.  "I know, dumbass," I replied, punching her in the arm to get back at her for earlier. "Ah, there he is!" she laughed. "Now let's go," she said as she grabbed my hand, "we're skipping your imaginary errands."                                                                            --- The weather had worsened significantly since the afternoon, and the wind was more powerful than I'd ever experienced in my small town. I closed the gate in my front yard and retrieved my backpack from its hiding place in the bush of purple sage on the side of the house. I stopped at the front door and took a deep breath. "I am not looking forward to this," I thought to myself as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. My mom wasn’t necessarily the most easygoing person, and every encounter with her left me feeling exhausted. I stepped inside quietly and looked around, checking to see if anyone was home. Deciding the coast was clear, I sped to my room and locked my door.  "Samantha? Are you home?" I heard my mom yell from the kitchen. 'Ugh, I hate it when she calls me that.' I threw my backpack down on the floor, unzipping it as fast as I could. I grabbed some school books and jumped onto my bed and opened a few of them as if I'd been studying. I flipped through my algebra book to page 185 and started skimming through the lesson.                                                                                              Simplifying Radical Expressions  "This is pointless," I mumbled, shaking my head as I turned the page. In doing so, a small piece of folded paper fell from in between the pages. I blinked and picked it up, confused at first. What is this doing here? I hesitated but unfolded the note.                                    To Sam,                                    Standing Next To You Makes Me Feel As High As Everest  I flipped the note over and scanned its area for a name or a clue of some sort to help me figure out who left it here, but there was nothing. They used a quote from one of my favorite movies: All the Bright Places. It made me wonder: Do I know the person who sent it? Does someone out there actually like me? How did they manage to get it in my algebra book? Just then, my door slammed open, and I jumped.  "Why didn't you answer me when I called you?!" my mom huffed, a tone already forming in her voice.  "Looks like the lock on my door is broke again," I stated, ignoring her question and pretending to be focusing on my algebra lesson.  "Samantha." my mom said sternly, almost as a warning. "It's Sam, Mom. Sam," I glared. That's about the hundredth time I'd repeated myself to her that week.  "Sam," she said, adding emphasis to my name. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in the side of my head.  "Yes?" I replied, mimicking her tone of voice. "Where were you today?" Her question caught me off guard. Why was she asking me that? Did she see something? Did the school call? "You know where I was," I answered, playing it safe. It's better to leave out the whole truth rather than to straight-up lie.  "Do I? Because I thought you were at school." She had her face pinched and her arms crossed, hinting at what was coming. My heart started racing, and my hands began sweating. Maybe the school did call her. "I- I was just at the library all day," I stammered, "I have an important project due this week."   My mom stared at me as though she was trying to study my facial expressions for any hint that I might be lying. "If you're lying to me, Sam, I'll find out," she warned. She gave me one last hard stare before she turned around and left, leaving my door slightly ajar. She always said that. But it usually turned out to be true.                                                                                                                                                                         --- The rest of the week, I attended school, all the while keeping a lookout for anyone I might suspect to be my admirer. But I made it to Friday without a clue. I hadn't realized until then that I didn't associate with many people other than Dannie. How was I ever supposed to figure it out?  After my last class, I collected my books from my desk, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and made my way down the hall to find Dannie. Whispers echoing in the hall seemed to bounce off the walls and grow louder, but I kept my eyes glued to the steady motion of my feet. Walking through the school building was always the same for me. I was the weird girl. Or wait. The weird guy? I wasn't normal. So I became 'it'.  Comments like, "There 'it' goes" and "Gross, look what 'it's' wearing today." made my chest feel heavy and dampened my already low self-esteem. Dannie always told me to brush it off and would say things that friends are required to say.  "They're just jealous" or "I love you just the way you are." I tried my best to do what she told me, but no matter how many times I told myself positive things, those negative comments came rushing back into my mind. I couldn't help but feel unworthy and meaningless.  "Hey, loser, nice tights. Sure you're not a girl?" A girl in a mini skirt laughed, flipping her hair behind her head. I quickened my pace as I passed Delphia Winters and her group of wannabes. I'm sure you know which category they fall under. She and her friends were always picking on people like me because I wasn't the only teenager that used different pronouns. After all, it is the 21st century. If I were braver, I'd have stood up to her for all of us, but I continued walking towards Dannie's locker instead. When I finally made it, Dannie wasn't there. "That's weird," I thought, "She always waits for me." I plodded outside of school, and sat myself down on the black, metal bench placed next to the flag pole. Opening my backpack, I removed my notebook and placed it on my lap, along with my favorite black pen. I traced my fingers over the black lettering on the front, and looked down at the fishnet leggings I had chosen to wear that day. They were ripped and tattered from old age, and I figured I probably shouldn't wear them again. Letting go of things had always been hard for me. My older sister had bought them for me right before the accident, so I wasn't quite ready to give them up.  "Fuck them," I thought to myself, "they don't know me, and I never asked for their opinion." I opened up the front cover of my notebook, feeling more sure of myself than earlier. Then I saw something flutter to the ground, and lay itself in the dying grass underneath the bench. I leaned down to pick it up, and it seemed to be another note. It had been days since I'd gotten the first one, so I unfolded it impatiently to reveal what was written inside. To Sam,  I Don't Feel So Lonely When You're Around   I held the note for a while, just staring at it; analyzing it. Who was writing these? I really wanted to know. To think there was someone out there who didn't hate me, and had a crush on me seemed wrong. But I liked it. And in a way, I liked the mystery.  As I walked home, I thought of all the people in my algebra class. Could it be any of them? I found the first note in my algebra book, after all. I laughed and decided I’d figure it out later. I couldn’t stop thinking about it though. It seemed as though I floated home, smiling all the way. It had been a while since I smiled and meant it, and for the first time in a long time, I had a reason.  

[ceo-of-daichi]

I changed my header let me know what you guys think?🥺 i made it earlier

[vanillabat99]

I’ve made a new minecraft skin!!! (Sorry it’s so blurry, I’ll try to get some decent screenshots of it in a bit)

[incorrectmarvelcast]

Do you like chocolate?

i do!!!

[m0rbs]

“I am Sun-Spider.”

[bettyrightnow]

i changed my theme

[dingusandsmartypants]

When I show someone a show I love I get so stressed out.

[jjkscafe]

ok im done with my blog now :-)

[timpaxew]

Merry Christmas! to @hirkasa

Your secret santa here ❄️, I hope you like this festive glitch boy!

[laemony]

Guys I’ve finally done it!

@sleepyladymacbeth ----> @laemony

😁 😘

[choisgirls]

How far are you into Voltron bae? 😯😯 are you enjoying it? Also, I looooooooooooove you too! 💕

I’m in the middle of season two! I love it so so so much omfg okay listen

I feel Lance on a spiritual level;;;;;; like I feel he and I are the same person;; ~Admin 404

[seventheultimateplayboiyo]

Your lucky boy got a haircut