#im scared im unable to

[beargirl2]

vent 🫶🏻

i feel like a kid again, the same one who was bullied and taken advantage of nd made fun of every day who had no real friends and tried desperately to shove herself in every conversation and friendgroup so she could have someone :D

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[spaciebabie]

at first getting diagnosed with cptsd was like, "yay my trauma has been validated (it always was valid)!" and i really thought that was going to be it, but then i started to do research as i do whenever i realize i have something and learned that!! the way i experience socialization is!! quite horrid actually!!

[bruciemilf]

Dick when Bruce annoys him: I've never met this man in my life

Dick when Alfred or any of the batkids regard Bruce with the smallest bit of harsh criticism: I will literally kill all of you. I'm not joking. With my bare hands alone I'll make you WISH there was a hell you could go to escape from me, how dare you? The nerve, the CHEEK, he's a man of honor, he's flawless, he's never done anything wrong ever, and also your shirt is ugly

[good-beanswrites]

One more scene from Fuuta-Es convos with @waivyjellyfish for now :3 I liked exploring Es' post-canon mindset as an ex-murder investigator... Like my other drabble, I don't have the details worked out but Milgram is over and they're living at the Kajiyamas' now.

What Fuuta didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

It’s what Es told themself as they slipped into his clothes. They’d spotted the outfit at the bottom of Fuuta’s closet a few days ago, then decided to bide their time. With Fuuta and his sister downstairs having breakfast, there was a small window of opportunity now.  

Es stuck their arm through the red-striped sleeve. They still didn’t know what possessed them to put it on. 

Was it the appeal of something familiar? In a world devoid of all memories, they enjoyed the idea of putting on at least one outfit that they’d seen hundreds of times on their little music video screen. Is it possible to be comforted by someone else’s memories?

Was it old habits? They’d spent each trial doing anything and everything to feel closer to the prisoners. To take a peek into their minds. To step into their shoes. This was taking it a bit literally, they knew. Although everything was over and they had no reason to connect so deeply to any of the prisoners, Es couldn’t get away from the duty they’d obsessed over for so long.

Maybe it was just their troublesome curiosity, always driving them forward. There was a small part of them that hungered for more information, no matter the reason. They were perfectly aware that putting on Fuuta’s red and blue tracksuit would probably offer them absolutely nothing new, but they had to try. Something might be revealed to them, and they needed to know. 

Es stood in front of the full length mirror. They turned one way. They turned the other way. They shifted their arms. They cocked their head.

Sure enough, nothing. 

They took note of the little details. It was a little big on them, (though  it wouldn’t take them long to catch up to Fuuta’s size). It was neither fashionable nor tacky. The material wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it felt warm.

But, did it make them feel any closer to Fuuta?

They contemplated a moment, thinking of all that he may have done in the outfit. There were so many classes these pants had walked to, so many arcade coins that these pockets had held. Es wondered if his friends ever nudged the shoulders of the jacket playfully. Maybe they weren’t the type. It had probably seen it’s share of all nighters. And also lazy days spent in bed, or sick days laid up on the couch.

They puffed their chest out, thinking of the confidence Fuuta may have had wearing this. They pulled the hood over their hair. It had likely seen just as much as his hesitance. How many times had he sunk into the thick material for an escape? Or was there an opposite effect – did he feel so comfortable in this that he could commit murder?

Es stared at themself.

There came some shuffling out in the hall. Before Es could move, Fuuta was shouting to his sister and bursting into the room.

“Will you get out of my fucking hair if I bring it to you right –” he froze. “Now...”

Es, too, was frozen in place, their eyes wide. 

“I-I’m sorry.” They started unzipping the jacket. “I saw it and… I didn’t mean to –”

“ – It’s fine,” Fuuta muttered. He waved his hand dismissively. He started shuffling things around in his desk drawer, angling his head down, out of sight. His voice was strained, though it wasn’t as angry as Es had been expecting. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna wear it again.”

Es carefully folded the jacket over their arm. “I wasn’t trying to bring up the past. I was just…” What had they been doing? 

“I said it’s fine.” 

“I know it’s not.”

“You don’t know anything. Wear it every day for all I care. I was just gonna toss it.”

“You still can. Or, I can.”

“Nah.” Fuuta retrieved what he was looking for. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look over his shoulder. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Es straightened in surprise as he left. They took another look in the mirror. They allowed themself a small smile. They might have undersold how comfortable it was.

Now that they were thinking of it, they did look pretty cool… Maybe that was all there was to it.

[saturday-byte]

Maaaaaaybe digital kiss? (On lips)

They don't have lips tho .....

(reblogs > likes !!)

[skunkes]

i wanna get an external adapter for cds i wanna burn cds i wanna get a printer so I can make cute visuals for my burned cd cases i want to fix my cassette player and i want to buy a spiral book binding machine and book making supplies and make my own watercolor sketchbook i want to buy a bigger ceramic paint palette and good brushes and acryla gouache and i wanna use them and i wanna try using airbrush and i wanttt to buy a new tablet and new jeans those wide legged ones and i want a jobbb and i want sea salt chocolate cookie and brookie i want insomnia cookies i only had them once 2 yrs ago and I want to live near a Real art store so i can just pop in and go crazy wheneverrrrrrr and i want to draw

[komashkathesilly]

i had a dream that the intellect stat in elden ring directly affected the nonexistent luck with women stat so i upgraded it to maximum possible and then woke up

[pikkish]

For as much as I love Doom, I think we can all agree that modern Doom's writing is a bit of a dumpster fire of questionable choices and TAG especially so. So,

I'm gonna play Dark Ages when it comes out, and probably even enjoy it, too, but boy, do I have next to no faith that they're not gonna somehow totally screw over the story they themselves already established...

[damfangirl08]

A day in the life with my family(illustrated):

Three of my siblings and my sisters boyfriend trying to get my cat to join them on the trampoline(note her expression)

My mom petting our cat on the couch sayinh "is something wrong with you" with a baby voice(he usually doesn’t like cuddles)

Me and @blueskybehindtheclouds bonding on a piano chair that barely has space for one person on a good day(honorable mention to our cat named chat noir)

And last but not least this with no context im not giving context

[rhythmandstealth]

coming out of the closet as one of those weird little age regressor girlies. if you wanna kill me or cancel me or whatever thats not my problem.

[lunarharp]

the flash and the flood

[mihai-florescu]

I dont think my therapist realises how special my special interest is

[layraket]

lu headcanon

Twilight totally hates closed spaces like small rooms or strech caverns

here, thats the thing

[fellhellion]

god the way miguel intimately understands both desiring the ideal that promises a better future (his spiderman identity is specifically a means to protect, to be a different man than everything else he considers miguel o'hara to be), as well as the notion of being manipulated by the promise of something better (for him, it was conditional acceptance and validation of his worth by those who held power, and by extension, the systems they operated within). anyways! <- falls over and dies.

[canonkiller]

please pray for me my house is full of dying wasps that I can't see. do you know how fucking hard it is to relocate a bug when looking at it makes your eyes stop working