#help i guess

[myopic-skull]

Why am I totally ok with that? Oh well, nvm :)

[jinchaeji]

I fucking hate being in the state between my obsessions (i think hyperfocus is a close term but not neurodivergent so not using that).

My brain yearns to be obsessed about something but doesn't know what

I can already feel that my obsession about Dead Boy Detectives is ending because I can actually not think about them all day long, read something from other fandoms, even watch something else (not talking about yt or something similar)

But at the same time nothing else catches my attention the same as this show. The game I'm playing, other series/movies (yes, even Doctor Who, which I still love with my whole heart but I did kinda watch it during my DBDA 'era' and finals so it just didn't stick that much... Except 'the devil's cord' and 'rogue') just don't feel as 'good' as DBDA

I don't know if I just realized it now, because school doesn't take my free time anymore or if it's because of my shitty memory or what but it just feels so annoying

I want the new obsession but I didn't find it yet...

[shieldfansunite]

Okay but honestly who can teach me how to use Tumblr and get the best out of it? I've had Tumblr for years but haven't been active, though I wanna be now!

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[aria-greenhoodie]

I really truly hate them

Click for Quality!

[supernowa-art]

it fit them too well to not draw it

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text) ArtTrade with the very sweet @die-auster ! thank you for sparking back my obsession with this blue guy here!

Please check out their amazing works here! 1 . 2 . 3.

[kagoutiss]

i’ll take care of everything

[kingzombear]

Welcome to fuckin THERAPY you cunty triangle

[secretly-of-course]

but what if the walrus was a fairy

now on redbubble!

[hg-aneh]

Remembered I never posted this here

[yyuuraii]

happy pride month or something

[hehether]

Reverse! AU where most of them don't have no killing code, and Jason is a priest 🧍‍♂️

Vampire king Dick's dad was Edward Cullen Battinson trust me

[pixlokita]

(｀ω´)👌