#idk why that happened

[energylessartist]

... something put me into a personality mix between N and Cyn (they're the closest I can think of rn, keep leaning their way imagewise too, my voice keeps catching me off guard? Its wrong in so many ways somehow) last night and I'm still that and it's kinda. I think I'm masking? Idk who I am rn, this is... frustrating.

[metalbrojack]

The last time I had my hair played with I cried, I’m not even kidding bro. She was like just talking about random stuff and I laid down on her lap, when she started playing with my hair I was like ‘shit I’m going to fall asleep.’ But then she started scratching my scalp… I STARTED LIKE FULL ON SOBBING I FELT SO BAD.

[splatoonlink]

HELP i was watching off the hook perform and the angle i was at makes it look like pearl is being repeatedly set on fire 😭

[nebraskashouse]

no matter how fucking sad I am, any AO3 email never fails to makes my day a little brighter

[humming-fly]

He was feeling left out

and the higher rez stills, since gifs always export as if you're sending messages through a metal can~

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[hinamie]

tiger lily

[lazylittledragon]

they just got to have a sleepover and nothing bad ever happened at all

[slightlyplant]

if i were klaasje i simply just wouldn’t have fumbled her

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dick: Hey guys. This is my friend Danny, the kid I'm mentoring in gymnastics. Danny, these are my siblings. Jason, Cass, Tim, Steph, Duke, and Damian.

Danny: Nice to meet you all

Duke: You too!

Damian: How old are you? What is your last name?

Danny: I'm fifteen and it's Fenton.

Damian: hmmmm.

Dick: Let's head over to the Manor's private gym. I want to work on your form some more

Damian, as soon as they leave: that's my future husband.

Duke teasing: Is he now?

Damian: Yes, our engagement was made between Grandfather and Clockwork - his spiritual grandfather-ten years ago. I believe Daniel is unaware of it, seeing as he is not wearing the symbolic necklace and did not react to my name, but that was him.

Tim: Every time I learn something new of your upbringing, I become more alarmed.

Steph: You aren't planning on marrying him are you?

Damian: Of course. We have a contract to fulfill. It's beneficial that he has a lovely physique and gets along with Richard. I do not mind calling him mine.

Steph: I was afraid of that.

Cass: Do you realize what this means? One of us got to tell Bruce, and worse, Dick.

Jason: I VOLUNTEER

[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."

[sweetlullabyebye]

insert incoherrent sobbing

[yuukirita]

wait I need more info on Bees 'tantrums' we need more info than just that what the eff /lh

He's used to dealing with pain alone.

[rivsisnotonfire]

Rare video of Dave Grohl sitting on Gerard Way's lap(?)

[lazy-klown]

So I’m reading this fic where the crew are all wearing dresses and I just had to draw the outfits. Look at them so happy and alive

I blame @fatherofpuppets for this

@solitaaaaaairrrre

[no-one-hears-me]

I don't understand how people get excited to start college