#i am staring

[aurinkomoukari]

[nico-di-genova]

Feeling like Pato right now

[melandrops]

not to be bisexual but oh my god. oh my fucking. oh sweet jesus

[h-a-unted]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING CAUSE LOOK AT THIS MASTERPIECE DELLA MADE!?

DELLA ( @thcrealheroes ) HOW DID YOU EVEN MAKE THIS? SO QUICKLY TOO??? AAAAAAAA, IT'S PERFECT???? HOWWWWW????? I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH!!

[bonez-yard]

"I...is that really you, Oz?"

A commission for @cara-kira

She wanted me to draw his AU "If Ozpin lived" and I am just staring cause,,, cause oh my-

My first time drawing OzQrow and yes I will stare at these two very much

Please do not STEAL/COPY/REPOST my art!!!

[nade2308]

Him handling that rifle... 🥵

A gif I made specifically for @thethistlegirl because we were both entranced by this moment.

@malewifebillcage

[beheadable]

Oh my god Brake in my dream

[im-a-special-bebe]

Monday is canceled (🙌) it is now Screeching over Hyungwon Day

[shsl-supreme-simp]

Welcome back to Roxy plays Muse Dash and remembers just how gay she is

[akaikami-cherryblossom]

IGNORING THE MILITARY STUFF HELLO😳

[clubsheartsspades]

!!!!! Oh My Gosh !!! This is so cool <3

All the neurons Arti brought him and the fact that he's reaching out to where she's standing, too <3 I love the fact that her glow actually puts her in focus and illuminates Pebbles' face and hand as well it makes so much sense <3

If only she had been something holy herself, she could have saved him.

from Leaving Only Rust Behind by @clubsheartsspades which is an utterly gorgeous fic

[image description: a top-down view of a dark, square room. in the center of the floor lies Five Pebbles, an iterator from the game Rain World, a pink metal puppet dressed in orange robes. Five Pebbles is attached to a robotic arm mounted to the wall, which disappears under his robes. He has red and blue wires running from his head to the arm. His eyes are dark and hollow. Curled around his head is the Artificer, a slugcat from the same game. She looks like a small magenta ferret and emits a white glow, the only source of light in the room. She has red scars across her body, including one on her left eye. They are surrounded by hundreds of neuron flies, small white blobs with two protruding tentacles, that are arranged radially around them on the floor. End ID]

[hinamie]

make it vicious, take a stab

[slfcare]

one day you’ll yearn for the person you are now, to tell them, "hey, look, it turned out to be okay" and "i’m so grateful you’ve held on" and "things just worked out somehow". you’ll want to hold their hand and give them the wisdom that the future is actually better, and you know it because you’re living it. but you can’t reach through time like that. the only way to bridge the gap between the you of today and the you who’s doing better, is to hold onto the hope that they exist. 

[justabyssal]

I have been staring at him for hours,,, he is so,,, <3 Noel,,,

been asking everyone for either noel or john in a dress...whichever one appeals more to you!

save me noel.... detective noel save me

i'm probably going to redesign his face a little the next time i draw him

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

[hamable]

You’re Ruben Hopclap. You’re a teen rock star headlining a local festival. Your interim principal attempts to kill you multiple times. The elusive crush you wrote all your songs about vanishes with some other kids and returns covered in gore. The most popular guy in school jumps fifteen feet in the air, turns to you with a smirk and says, “I’m actually a huge fan,��� and spears said principal through the core. Your crush boards a bus going who knows where. Someone gets on a mic and tells everyone to go home. It’s been four minutes.