#im tired omfg

[phantom-dancing]

Ship of Theseus art

Gonna make more Jash art soon idk

[muttsomnia]

Cis guy who's really adamant that men can menstrate and everyone thinks he's a really big ally until he says that he gets them and people think he's just a really well passing trans guy but he actually just needs to see a doctor

[squidiottt]

Joining in on this trend cuz i love these two sillies

[fiiniky]

Bdubs Forest

ref pic

[sweeneydino]

Battle

Getting that 2012 Splinter treatment.

Was thinking of doing a short story on Yoshi's last moments, but I'm not particularly in the mood to do much of anything new rn cause of some things.

Might do it later tho.

...

The stab doesn't kill him but the poison might!

:)

He really wanted him dead.

[ladywhistleballs]

Do people really complain about costume accuracy? Really?? Since when did we all watch bridgerton because of accuracy? Nothing in bridgerton is about reality?!

[hazardparadox]

Okay listen, I just need to talk rant about these two memes (pics?) That have been rotting in my camera roll for a sec because I'm bored and waiting for my flight

Found on pinterest in the deep dark corners (probably not. I just kept scrolling and found them)

For the first one OH MY FUCK I WAS DYING WHEN I FIRST SAW IT. I live for the Oscar and Carlos drama and it was by far my fave thing to come from the 2023 season (the landoscar podiums were great too I guess) I just think it's so funny with all the comparisons to carlando and landoscar

Pls I literally sent it to way too many people to the point where one of my friends blocked me

And it's also got baby Oscar who looks pretty much the same and showing more emotion than he ever has in f1 (jk) (sorta) and the whole expression is just so funny to look at AND JUST LOOK AT HIS LITTLE SMIRK!!!

But anyway all the Oscar/Carlos memes and things are the funniest shit ever I swearrrr and if anyone has more (vids or posts or anything) memes I'd love to see it

THE NICKNAME AND THE PRONOUNCIATION OF A NAME.

This is so special to me oh my god.

I don't even know why but something about this is so precious and the way that it's so perfect and accurate and ARGJHSHF I'm just a sucker for this kind of stuff and they're all so important to me omg

And the video of Max saying 'Charlie' 😭❤️ (but let's bfr he probably didn't say it. BUT I CAN STILL ACT LIKE ITS TRUE)

I swear I've seen a compilation of Lando saying 'Oscah' but I have no idea where or if it was just a figment of my imagination but it's just stupidly cute to me

Also I just love the pic of Lando and Max in general

Here's an extra for you if you read suffered through the whole rant

[sergeantwoods]

imprinting my asexual struggles onto the one character that would most likely be ace ✨✨ (i wrote this in like 30 minutes and it’s currently 2 in the morning so ignore any grammar mistakes LMAO)

it didn’t always start off like this.

he wasn’t a dog in heat like friends or the kids in his school. it hadn’t come naturally, like everyone told him. hormones, girls, blah blah blah. it was all static in his head, now, knowing that it wasn’t true.

i mean, fair, hormones did happen. shot up like a tree during the 9th year, but besides that, none of the whole “you’ll feel the need to… get some stuff out of your system,” shit happened.

he thought that it was normal, at first, because the people he had talked to didn’t feel the overwhelming need to go “romantically attack” their significant other too. and then that changed.

a friend invited him to a party, and he met a bloke. thought he was nice at first. funny, not poking or prodding. until he started approaching simon more, hand being placed on his shoulder or his hip. that’s when the disgust started.

then the bloke had jumped, smashing their lips together in an uncomfortable manner that simon had jumped away from almost immediately, eyes blurring from tears. the flashing lights of the tv, people’s phones, the lights on the ceiling above them blending together.

hollowness, for some odd reason, was the first thing he had felt afterwards. the kid had asked him if he was alright, and that he was sorry. simon dismissed it. later he came to the conclusion that it just wasn’t the time for him yet.

another occurrence was when he went over to his friends for a hangout, and his friends all beckoned him over after he went to get snacks, snickering. tilting his head in confusion, he went to see what they were looking at on their phone.

porn, was what they were watching.

they all forced him to sit there, watch it with them. and as the good friend he was, he wouldn’t deny them that.

he sat there uncomfortably for thirty minutes as his friends giggled to each other, inappropriate jokes being shared. and simon just sat. shock wasn’t the word, more of a disconnected experience from his body. bile rested heavily on his tongue, eyes pricking uncomfortably against the dry air of the house.

when they had stopped, he had said that he had to go to the bathroom really quick. he heard as he exited the room his friends laughing and making a joke. 

“probably going to bathroom to jack off,” they had chortled.

he had, in fact, not gone to the bathroom to jack off. he cried, threw up several times, sat on the floor breathing heavily and irregularly for the next ten minutes until one of his friends knocked on the door to tell him to get out because they needed to shit.

then the stuff with the prostitute happened, and he came to a conclusion that he genuinely couldn’t do it anymore. he wanted free from his house.

he left his mum and tommy behind. he’d be back anyways.

though, in the back of his head, he wishes he wouldn’t. maybe the military would be the way to kill him off.

later in his career, after a hard mission, his captain had told him to blow off some steam by going out to a bar. go get laid. it’ll feel better afterwards.

thats what he said.

he decided to try. he’s more mature now, anyways, and he’s had the time to observe relationships and sex as a thing in general.

found a man, and did as his captain said. got laid.

abso-fucking-lutely disgusting. he didn’t cum. did everything half-heartedly, nausea brewing in the back of his head, vomit steadily piling in the back of his throat. tears in the corner of his eyes, yet not from pleasure. more from disgust, letting some random stranger he didn’t know see his most intimate parts.

disgusting.

he thought that maybe, men weren’t for him, then. maybe he was straight?

but that didn’t make sense. he felt no attraction to woman in the first place. nothing about them had him feeling something. where as for men, he could get hot under the collar thinking about some.

so he tried to have sex with a woman.

even worse than when he tried with a man.

there, he had come to the conclusion that he couldn’t. repulsion, disgust, and hollowness were the main feelings he had when doing such activities. why feeling hollow was such a reoccurring feeling, simon had no idea.

then the roba stuff happened, and he was sure that he was fucking weird. he was fucked up in every way possible. beyond repair. a shell of what the expectations of a human should be. a glass, a glass that’s too fragile for its own good.

sure, the feeling of hollowness returned ten fold after roba. though it made more sense, at this point. you’ve been betrayed, and your family has been murdered. whats left to feel, after that? anger? what’s worth being angry at, after walking into that? it was expected.

he couldn’t leave the military, though. why would he leave? the military was all he had. suicide was an option. nobody would care, anyways. he didn’t have anybody who would care.

a while later he had been recruited to task force 141, by captain john price. he agreed to join, though it was followed by hesitance.

there he had met kyle “gaz” garrick, the person who helped him learn what caring was. to make jokes. to have conversations. and, most importantly, awkwardness. there had been multiple occasions between the two that were filled with an awkward silence.

and there, he had met john “soap” mactavish. he learned how to love, for the first time in his life.

love with confidence, love with his heart. no words could be used to describe the man he had fallen for, nothing in his vocabulary could contain what this man really was. maybe a few, but they seem almost childlike.

perfect? god-like?

why this man was in the military, simon had no idea. what is a literal ray of sunshine doing here, in a place where the most fucked up people were found? like simon? did he also have some strange, ominous past?

it didn’t matter, really. simon was terrified of him, though.

it showed by the way he hid behind the skull mask.

soaps random touches — shoulder pats, knee bumps, random holding of his upper arm — were unrecognized but welcomed. it was strange, the way any type of touch was repulsive until soap. a balm on his screwed up mind.

and then, turns out soap likes him too. confusion and happiness. soap leans in for a kiss, and he panics. pushes the man away, memories of that night in high school flash through him, and he doesn’t — no, can’t feel that hollowness again. it’s disappeared since he joined the task force, he doesn’t want it to come back.

the look soap gave him made him breakdown. gates opened, and they can’t be closed.

and soap had held him as he told him, years of it all just… unraveling. free, is the distant feeling floating around him. and surprisingly, johnny says he understands. that it’s okay. then the motherfucker pulls out his phone, and shows him something.

asexuality.

he hadn’t been aware that it was a thing. he was surprised it was. there were people like him? sex repulsed — and touch, as well? it was funny, almost. he has thought he was all alone his entire life. turns out he wasn’t, and he was blind to see to that his people were along side him the entire time.

[sh5]

could a depressed person make this (a very short riley savage fancam)

[weaselmcdiesel]

yeah so i made this for class um we were only allowed to use 3 colors including black and white yeah so i have to restart wish me luck

[rubra-wav]

Let's go one-sided Radiostatic / Radiosilence rant

Ended up writing a fic abt this 🙏

Okay, as much as I love the whole 'Vox screwed up the entire friendship with Alastor by confessing and Al just left without a second thought and haha funny Vox is a sad wet cat of a simp' stuff I really think there's a lot of potential being missed out on there.

Like I don't think Alastor would have just coldly left and detached completely - at least not at first.

I wanna see Alastor realising that he had gotten SO close to Vox that Vox had fallen in love with him and him being mortified that he'd allowed himself to get that close to someone + allowed someone else to get that close to him.

I want Alastor struggling and horrified because when radiosilence echoed, he was also caught in it, feeling the loss of a good friend even if he was repulsed by Vox's feelings for him.

So much of it is just how Vox reacted, and as much as I love that, I ALSO wanna see how ALASTOR reacted for once. And not the 'haha, whatever' surface level thing (although I do definitely think that is how he certainly would play it off), him dealing with the loss behind that facquade.

I genuinely refuse to believe that there was nothing there that ached for bro, Alastor may be a psychopathic trait coded nutjob, but they still can form attachment and shit like that despite it (even if it's different to typical attachment).

Also, people refuse to focus on Alastor's obsession with Vox back. Like, I'm sure his ass would be gutted if Vox lost his obsession with him or acted completely cool and uncaring.

He's just as obsessed with Vox as he is with him, and I refuse to believe otherwise 💀

[lotus-sunn]

¨they all act like mikey!¨

my honest to god reaction:

this drawing was made by @/crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington

[heyheyimjett]

blehh

[creekjoshi]

putting the creek in creekjoshi

[spacepatrolhana]

suffering in ginger island

[lleclercism]

hang it on the louvre