#i sure do wish i could

[zeawesomebirdie]

I just love waking up at 3:30am and just knowing that if i try to sleep in until a more reasonable 4am my fatigue will throw a fit,,,,,,

[mizukkay]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[beddybites]

babynai and babybu vs the world

[zzzero-percent]

who wanna scamper through the forests w me

[bunnieswithknives]

Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 4: Haunted

[bogkeep]

thoughts, repeating.

[yekokataa]

argo's on twitter now and he identified these previously unknown precinct 41 officers

text of tweets:

This brings up so many memories! These are core 41st people. From left to right: Officer Rudolph Quigley with his partner Officer Byrsellius 'Golem' Bengt, Satellite-Officer Kit Mimosa (undercover so deep he doesn't remember he's a cop anymore and the satellite officer of Sargeant Furioso Roberts), Junior Officer Ninel deMettrie (partnered up with her sister, Junior Officer Jolie deMettrie), Officer Judit Minot (partner of officer Joseph Mills), Satellite-Sargeant Ahriman 'Deathless' deMettrie (father of Ninel and Jolie and the partner of Lieutenant John 'Archetype' McCoy).

[xxplastic-cubexx]

dare i say it but ur bald charles is so smackable. the way u draw his fuckass chrome dome w that shiny gleam on it gives me life. i’ve never wanted to slap anything the way i want to slap that bald head and it’s genuinely killing me that i can’t /pos

<3 ur art btw !!

i need to print this out and tape it to my wall for daily inspiration im so serious thank you so much....

i made his dome extra shiny for you anon

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch Thought about you way too much, much, much, much, much Over, over thinking us, us, us, us, us 'Cause you been so out of touch

Touch by KATSEYE is such a vibe! This chorus part is so Candace (literally that one episode about Canderemy), but this was particularly inspired by this KATSEYE short. 🤙🤙🤙🤙🤙❤️

[sergle]

talking about the topic of animated movies not Hitting, I accidentally reminded myself of one time on twitter, I think around the time that Raya came out?? I was poopooing on how much the dragon looks like elsa, and then talked about how I wish 2d animated and hand animated films were still The Medium instead of nothing but the highest resolution skin texture fur textured 3d animated films bc I'm tired of seeing it, etc etc and then someone who I was not mutuals with, they must've been someone working under the disney IP in some form, and must've either done some work on raya or just worked on 3d animated projects in general, replied to me SEVERAL TIMES as if I was subtweeting them, with something to the tone of "just say you hate me and you think my art is trash" and I think about that ALL the time

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - The Final World

[nonranghaes]

heads up: feelings of abandonment + reader crying. food mentions. fic can be interpreted as purely platonic, if desired!

when did your apartment start to feel so cold? you weren't sure. but you pull out a hoodie from your dryer and pull it on, just to try and chase away the chill that won't leave you. today's been a shit day, and all you want to do is curl up in bed and sleep until it's over. but it's far too early for that, so you opt to try to take care of yourself instead.

which really just turns into you pulling a blanket over you on the couch and watching whatever seems interesting enough to hold your attention for a while. it takes barely five minutes into the first movie before you start to sniffle again, and you stop fighting it. hot tears run down your cheeks, and you just pull the blanket tighter around you.

is it so much to ask that someone chase you for once? to have someone check on you and make sure you're actually okay? instead, you get radio silence when you pull away from people. it makes you feel sick to your stomach. there's a swirling storm inside you of the knowledge that people can't help you if you don't say something, and the wish that people would realize you not saying anything was a cry in its own right. they've known you this long, haven't they? they know you hate reaching out, that you despise having to say 'hi, i'm struggling' and instead it feels like they've just stopped bothering with you. why bother with someone who won't pull themself out of their struggles enough to say something?

it feels like you're drowning in these feelings. every hiccup and attempt to catch your breath just sends you spiraling further, the weight of the world crushing you more and more. is it so wrong to want someone to reach out and say "i know things aren't okay. can we talk?" or even a "i'm here for you, i'm sorry life is hard now, just say the word and i'll be there, okay?" in some shape or form. it doesn't even have to be so elaborate. it just needs to be something--

someone knocks on your door. you swear under your breath, wiping at your face and hoping that whoever is on the other side won't question it too much. your neighbor's cat probably got out again. you stop on your way to the door, looking in a mirror to see what damage has been done by this sobbing fit. and when you feel a little more composed, you open the door.

"hey." seungcheol has one hand tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie, the other holding a bag of takeout. "have you eaten yet?" he's dressed down, sweatpants and beanie and all. "i was in the neighborhood, and..."

he's lying. you know he is. you can see the label on the bag and this place is nowhere near where you live. but it's your favorite.

his gaze softens when he fully takes in the sight of you. "are you okay--"

he barely finishes the word before you dive forward, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face in his hoodie. it makes you feel desperate in the worst way, but you're crying already and hiding your face from him makes you feel even a little better. but the feeling of seungcheol's arms wrapping around you feels even better, and he holds you protectively.

"i've got you," he says, and it feels like a promise.

maybe life isn't so bad after all.

[amanitacurses]

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?