#i just keep hyperfixating on things

[lilgayducky]

I'm struggling with a lot right now

But I don't really know how

To explain when my bright grin

Hides what I'm feeling within

But the smiles not fake

It's not a mistake

When I'm actually happy

It's just that maybe

Well sometimes at night

(Like every night)

I shed a tear or two (or a few)

But this feeling ain't new

It's like this a lot

Honestly I've kinda forgot

What it's like to not feel this way

There's a lot I could say

But I don't know how to explain

What it's like in my brain

And today's a brand new day maybe

I'll remember to drink water

And I won't forget to eat lunch again

And I'll brush my teeth twice

Yeah that would be nice

If I went to sleep before midnight

And woke up at 8, went for a run

It could even be fun

And I'd journal every evening

But not write much cause

I wouldn't have so many feelings

And I'd wear pretty skirts out every day

(Although I do that anyway)

I'd get compliments at every street

From every kind person I meet

And I'd feel comfortable and confident

And wouldn't care what people think

But now all I do is think

And it feels like I might sink

And drown beneath my thoughts

I'm spiralling again (and again and again and again and-)

What am I supposed to do?

Why do I feel so fucking blue

And purple and yellow and red too

Am I going crazy?

Cause it sure does feel that way

Will this poem have an end?

Cause as much as I pretend

To be talented I can't seem to finish

Anything I start

Not a story not a poem not a fight (wait what?)

It doesn't even rhyme don't make sense it's silly

I should just give up

Go home

Go to bed and cry

I shouldn't even try

Uncreative, unoriginal, unworthy

The title of my story

Not that anyone will read it so what's the point?

When I always seem to disappoint

Yeah I'm struggling with a lot right now

And I don't really know how

To explain.

[keymintt]

painted my brother's fave as a christmas gift

[thebibliosphere]

Video via @/thepandaredd on TikTok

Hi, temporarily breaking my radio silence so you can all find out the way I did via a pandered TikTok but DICK GRAYSON JASON TODD ANIMATED ORIGIN MOVIE!!!! DICK GRAYSON JASON TODD ANIMATED ORIGIN MOVIE!!!!

ROBIN FANS GET FUCKING HYPED

[gunsatthaphan]

ÎÑŚÆŃË actually.

[nonpoppie]

played the space train anime game . guess who i fixated on

[umblrspectrum]

updated some ref sheets and also actually made jcj one

[blehpierrot]

Art block and burnout are ganging up on me but its ok cuz i can always pull out the jspaint :3c

[frostgnawdraws]

Messy sketches of gabbro, chert and riebeck in casual clothes bc I've been fighting for my life every time I draw one of these three and I decided to just sit down and fuck around with them until I figured out their vibes. They will probably still evolve as I draw them more but!!! I'm pretty happy with them now!!!

[captn3]

fairly odd parents still infecting my brain have a redraw

og screenshot ^ im already working on stuff with backgrounds i dont need to make even more

[kami-kun1003]

TWST fic writers stop reducing Silver’s entire personality to just “sleepy boy who falls asleep all the time and is sooooo sleepy and tired and did i mention he sleeps a lot and also he loves his dad” challenge (impossible) (gone wrong)

[emloafs]

what if i wrote a tatbilb au where pre-cobra kai eli wrote letters to his crushes because he was too scared to tell them his feelings

and then post-karate/circa s6 eli has to deal with the consequences of his actions when the letters get accidentally mailed out

featuring a demetri sexuality crisis

(oh look i already did...)

[youjustwaitsunshine]

anyways i genuinely and deeply believe that seb is one of the best, well-rounded, most talented racing drivers currently active and i think no matter where he was racing, he'd adapt within less than one season. he's incredibly versatile, everyone who has worked with him praises his quick understanding, intelligence and detailed feedback. he's a genius on track and seizes every opportunity he can and any team across all of motorsport recognizes his talent. so many other drivers know him to be courteous and friendly and so many racing series want to win him (and the fanbase and recognition that comes with him) to drive for them. It's clear that once a team is genuinely happy to have him and listens to him, he's a major force that very few other drivers could come up against.

[brainfullofquotes]

I'm REALLY enjoying this David Tennant hyperfixation I'm on. I've watched so many things I never would have before, and honestly, I've liked every single one of them so far!

[coatl-cuddles]

The real beginners experience is getting to the Archive area too quick, making friends with the people who saved your ass from sky shrimp, and then finding out they're heading to somewhere called eden and were just collecting lights last minute.

Cut to ubering tiny day 3 me to Eden cause I shitposted about speedrunning, making it to the end with a team of 5, and then getting absolutely fucking obliterated. I felt so bad I had no idea we were supposed to die. The veterans were so cool abt it tho they got a solid giggle. Extremely fun experience 11/10 would recommend

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[nemmet]

i can’t believe that be cool scooby doo is a show that actually exists (/pos)