#its not their fault

[wassupmygays]

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i am absolutely living for these little clips of the characters <3 also underscoring the soc's with Justice For Tulsa is absolutely so perfect and evil and i will be thinking about it for hours

[yandere-daydreams]

Squid facts: Humboldt squid (also called the red devil) are very aggressive and known to attack deep sea divers. They can live in large groups of 20+ squids and change colors/flash patterns to communicate. They have teeth on their suckers.

actually!!! humboldt squids very rarely attack divers, but when they do, its because the divers approach a feeding shoal and, since they're not rapidly changing colors to communicate their intentions, a squid or two will become aggressive. the divers essentially showed up to a dinner party wearing the wrong color and have to be punished for their absolutely rancid vibe. a fair punishment tbh. they're very curious and very friendly with things that do abide by the dress code, like submarine lights :D

they're also called flying squid because they've been known to break the water's surface to avoid predators. they're just little guys who want to light up and jump and also occasionally resort to cannibalism but we can ignore that <3

[theghostsaredancing]

(ooc: when bitches start hating on @pjosideblog for interpreting hazel as light skinned instead of dark skinned an angel dies

like ive always perceived hazel as dark skinned but honestly u don’t gotta go hating on them for interpreting hazel as light skinned. just let us enjoy the rp fucking bitch

like okay you can’t even turn off anon bc ur scared. asshole)

[lilbreed1ngdoll]

feeling very very ashamed. wishing i could go back in time so nothing had to change. wishing i wasnt so stupid and if i COULD go back, i wouldnt have gone to that man's house in the first place. my initial thoughts and emotions are hitting me extremely hard once again

[fern-sword]

god its too bad i cant stand to wear contacts cause doing goat eyes for my cotl goat cosplay would be so sick. alas i must stick with having beautiful brown human eyes

[tobysbliss]

sometimes i wish people could properly understand why i apologize for falling asleep before or during a conversation

[laurelhach]

If someone tells me they have a dog I'm gonna start asking questions like 'what does it eat' and 'has it ever bitten you' while shuddering after each answer

I love informing people about how snakes live and their care—curiosity is a step towards appreciation and respect—but dog hobbyists need to be made uncomfortable

[twisting-roads]

i like all of your art if it counts, even the low effort things are still really really good

i want to draw like that eventually ..

thank you a lot, genuinely, but the post was referring more to my creative stuff in terms of writing and original content/ideas rather than my technical skill though. and I feel as if the only way to get that is by making something to catch people's eyes

[thatfizzyyyy]

hello, undergraduate psychology professor. here, i have provided you with all the materials necessary to draft a 1 hour lecture. on the other side of this wall is an instructor tasked with shocking you whenever you use the phrase "nature vs nurture", with shocks increasing intensity after each shock. you have 2 hours. good luck.

[theoldtaylors]

i had my birthday party with four friends and 2 of them didnt show up :')

[jihnari]

is it passive aggressive to not reply to comments from dabi apologists

[vaughntomtucker]

literally sharks

when a pelican bites you there's no malice in their eyes. they aren't upset at you. they are just hungry and want to see if you fit in their mouths. and if you don't then it's no problem and everything is fine. and if you do then well i guess your fate is sealed but that's ok it's a beautiful animal

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[bird1e-painty]

i know my friends dont do this on purpose but i really hate when they just suddenly start texting on the groupchat we're on and suddenly talk about people they think are 'hot' or talking about their hear me outs. even talking about their relationships and i dont even bother talking on there much anymore. again, i know its not their fault- but it hurts because i can never relate to them anymore. im arospec and they arent. they can try their best to support me but they dont know how it really feels.

[i-ingestclovers]

wow thats a lot off my chest i sound mean tho i feel bad now☹️

[fayemouse]

It's not as cold in your cell when you wake up.

The pawn is still there, something to curl up around. An ersatz touch that only conducts your own body warmth against your skin. It's certainly not the cement floor, where you slept in a now-dry puddle of your tears.

To your surprise, a bit of fresh air hits your nose. Not hot, but not the cold blast of the air conditioner. A scent, beyond just your increasing body stench and mildewy forced air.

The door is open.

You stand. Your body droops a bit, muscles and fat calling for something to eat after days of deprivation. There's a uniform with your number laid out on your bed. Clean underwear. Socks and shoes. A work rota giving you time to stop off at the cafeteria to get much-needed calories. Normalcy returns with much less fanfare than you expected. No gloating, no armed guards, no explanation of the real sentencing to come.

The pawn is still there.

You turn. Your face frowns a bit. It's not fair to its occupant that you get to walk free and they stay within it. The small port on the outside wheezes down its restricted airway. You can't imagine what's inside -- this is beyond what the public sees. A quick thought and your fingers grasp at one of the paper frogs laying on its back, its thin legs pushing against thin air. You move it from the bed to the head of the pawn. You doubt the imprisoned one can feel it, but you hope that it knows that you want them to have some kind of companionship, even if you can't be there.

The time is here. Your feet bring you across the cell's threshold. Fabric, neither soft nor rough, swishes between your thighs. And you appear as simply one of a hive of prisoners in the cafeteria hall.

Simple food, not too much. It's not your first time. Just something to line the pit in your stomach. Mashed potatoes with too much salt and not enough cream. A bit of gravy.

Simple hellos, not too much. It's no one's first time. Everyone shifts uncomfortably until someone breaks rank. Small talk with too much saccharine and not enough real trust.

But more than a hint of what's really going on. No one has mentioned them. Not a question, not a thought given in their direction. They leave a conspicuous void where they should be, and no one's going to be the one to remind you that it's actually your fault.

No time, really to think about it. "Yeah yeah, I'll see you after my shift. I dunno, just some time moving boxes in the stockroom. Yeah I'm probably gonna be beat afterwards. I'll just be a cheerleader this time. Next game, for sure."

No strength to put the thought fully to bed, either. It consumes you as you go through the motions on your shift.

Slam. Another pallet into its spot.

Your shift partner's back where they always are. Perched on a pile that you moved. "Come on, '820. You're just back from solitary and you're like this? I figured you'd…"

"I'd what?" Slam. "Enjoy organizing the warehouse? How'd you let it get this bad?"

"As if I care what it looks like in here. And you shouldn't either." Their legs swing impishly. "It doesn't matter whether you do a good job or not. One little mistake and--"

Slam. "I'm aware."

"You brought it on yourself, dummy. Jumpin' on them like that. Holdin' them. I saw it! You didn't even care about the rules."

Slam. It covers a quiet snarl. You're aware.

"And what, they've been gone… ooh, about the same time you've been, huh? Wonder where they went." You didn't miss that lilt.

Slam. You conveniently make a stack in front of their perch, boxing them in.

They scramble to the top of the new stack. A gargoyle in loose cotton pants. Their voice drops nearly a full octave. "Hon, this isn't good for you. None of it is. And you know it, too. Even if you do see them, take it easy for a bit."

A grunt fills the air instead of a slam. You're getting tired. Your voice wavers, on the verge of a sob. "Oh and I should take your advice? You're some super-smart sage in here? 'Don't care. Don't try. Just do the bare minimum.'"

It's not stopping. Your voice raises in volume. It bounces off the concrete and metal walls. "You're not even jealous. I know what you do. We all find our ways. And you get to tell me to take it easy? To not worry? To just sit up on a pallet that I just stacked? Just because you can so easily be all high and mighty about it all and tell other people what to do, because you're on top of the stack in a storeroom instead of in solitary."

You sniffle. You didn't think it bothered you that much. You've taken it before, and that was before they showed their gorgeous face back in your life. It was fine before, it was fine and they were outside and you were in here and you could just survive. But now? You're barely able to hold yourself up without them.

Their face drops the cheshire grin. They hop down from the stack and pick up the other dolly. "You-- You don't have to do anything. I'm sorry. I…" They sigh. "I'd give you a hug if I could. They'll turn up. They can't go anywhere."

All you can do is just nod.