#i'm feeling normal

[the-finch-address]

*tears in my eyes* i just really love my OCs. hands up if you just love your OCs so so much

[miodiodavinci]

god i am trimming this essay down like i have never trimmed anything before. i'm down to a mere 15 single spaced lines over the limit and all i can think about is that post about the parmesan cheese like "oohhohohoo there's still sooooo much of me you could keep grating foreeeeever" and the metal grater being deliriously ravenous for the taste of fresh knuckles. i'm the metal grater and i am deliriously ravenous for the taste of throwing this thing in the submission bin and then ritually burning something.

[ratcandy]

spiiders . spidider. sppiiidiers. spiedre. spiders. :) spide r . one million spider attack.🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷

[chlorallines]

Something something the tragedy of becoming the image of others' perception of you

[joyousscamperer]

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[seagiri]

bread

[ineed-to-sleep]

Collection of bg3 sketches I've been nibbling at over the month. teehee

[daydream-the-demon]

Okay the fact I PREDICTED the fact that BillFord is practically true and that they were sure as hell exes. Bill Cipher RADIATED toxic ex energy over Stanford. Even the show radiates toxic old man yaoi.

Bill. The fuck you callin' Ford "Fordsy"?

The fuckin' HAIR RUFFLING that Bill did to Ford. And Ford just TOOK IT?

I- Bill. The fuck?

In a deleted scene, Ford spat in Bill's eye (a.k.a. his mouth) and Bill just fuckin' licked it up. Like- Just think about that.

Ford. This is about you now. YOU WERE WAY TOO OBSESSED ABOUT BILL. You literally pulled a Mabel but instead of putting up posters of boy bands, you put up posters of Bill.

You literally called each other "partners". Yes, it can be platonic, but like... With everything else..? HMM-

This? For WHO? WHO WAS THIS FOR HMM? BILL?

Fearamid thing. If you read the Book of Bill, you know. It was just a ploy to seduce Ford.

Conclusion: Toxic Old Man Yaoi and the triangle is a toxic ex and the old man is an obsessed manipulated ex.

And then the whole "One sixer, please" in the Book of Bill like okay you gotta be kidding me.

[pookieace]

✰ . . . minors do not interact !

gojo and you fucking in missionary makes him dangerously sensitive as it is because he feels so much love as he looks down at you. how pretty you look, how a layer of sweats coats your skin. how your hair is a mess after multiple rounds. how you’re reaching out and grabbing at any part of his body for some form of stability while he fucks your cunt. he can see how you two are a mess where you both join, splatters of your wetness and white sticky remnants of his from previous rounds. you look so stunning. so so so beautiful.

he’s on the verge of cumming every second when you fuck missionary. he adores how he can see you flutter your eyes open and look so fucked out but still gaze at him with love. he gets even more sensitive the second you run your fingers through his undercut. he's groaning, hips faltering as he visibly shivers. feeling the pads of your fingers against his undercut is one thing but feeling your nails against them? that's another. three more thrusts and he's got his balls flushed against you, letting them drain, emptying them right into you.

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[skellagirl]

help help help I can't stop drawing gay lawyers

Trucy should be brown and I'll die on that hill

The fact that Klavier is 5'11" and Apollo is 5'5" 🥹 I love a height difference

I am convinced they drew Valant's hair Like That (tm) in-game because otherwise we would have all fallen madly in love with him

Wesley is my favorite witness in Apollo Justice, I'm so sorry for my shit taste 😔

I've drawn Godot without a mask before but I wanted to do it Again because I am still enamored with the idea of him having white eyelashes

Aromantic Miles means so much to me

I get that it's probably just the way they drew his jacket but why is Miles's little court sprite so caked though 😭

[lizardkingeliot]

I can't stop thinking about the way Lestat was punishing himself. Not only denying his body the blood by feasting on rats. Denying himself modern comforts. Vanity...

He was also denying himself true music. Denying himself the pleasure of playing. Sitting there in his sad little shack caressing a plank of wood on which he'd carved himself the facsimile of a piano. Caressing the immobile keys while a concerto being played by someone else leaked out from the speakers of his iPad, what appears to be his one and only modern luxury.

In season one, Louis referred to music as Lestat's last remaining link to humanity. And honestly, I know we joke about rockstar Lestat. I know it's kinda campy and goofy. But Lestat getting back out into the world by playing music feels very significant in the context of... all of this...

[welcometogrouchland]

Extremely bad batgirls comic I made featuring Steph's sex life and Cass' ability to read everything but the room

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm not going back to Gusu with you.

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[billskaarsgard]

BILL SKARSGÅRD as Mateo in Soulmates (2020) - S01E04: Layover

[xamag-draws]

[SEL] "no matter where you go, we're all connected"