#not that bad tbh

[killing-machine]

i hate 4th of july and i hate the shitty fireworks. they dont even look cool

[fleabitess]

Ik nobody is gonna give a shit but woahhh waow it’s the guy from that one book uhhhhhhhhh what’s it called again??????

[nonsmetteredicercarmi]

Chiudo il mio 2022 blogging con: mi sono fatto un bel video al culo ciao

[formulanni]

Roan of Arc

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[dipshit-does-crimes]

let’s start shit off with a bang. this’ll be really sense making because my head hasn’t been a mess at all!

so anyway let’s start with the fact that i literally do not have anyone else to talk to about this and honestly idk if strangers on the gay website will be better but it’s better than nothing. my irl friends would probably make a big deal out of all my mental issues and idk i really don’t want to deal with them leaving me over it. solution? don’t tell em. i’m so smart actually

so my aromantic ass got himself into a queerplatonic relationship, right? we didn’t really know much about eachother except the fact that we really liked talking to eachother and shared some cool interests. plenty of platonic i love yous were shared, and then i find out they’re a whole ass 3 years younger than me. you might be like but it’s platonic right? yeah. but still, i was telling someone three years younger than me that i loved them like a fucking creepy asshole. so my only other friend obvi found out about it because i don’t have anyone else to talk to about this shit and went to them, and said that it was really weird and i should probably stop. keep in mind than they were young. like i’m young, they were three years younger than my young. we’re both minors. but my stupid fucker ass got attached and doesn’t know how to comfortable with deescalating something simply. but my other friend who i’ll call N for now(J will be for the other one) said either them or J. don’t be a dick about this by the way, it was a really weird situation and i was totally in the wrong cuz i suck and i suck really, so N was completely in the right. i’ve known N for like a year and a half almost, J for a month MAYBE. so i asked if i should sacrifice myself or J. no direct answer so i obvi chose to save them because who wouldn’t? so i ended up using N to say that this shit was weird and then i haven’t really talked to J for a while except to ask if they’ve killed themselves or not

so that’s a whole situation. i got into a “bad” depressive episode(i think it was bad it probably was) and really just dumped it all onto N because again i don’t have anyone else to talk to at that point. really really suicidal btw. like, really. and me and N have a pact that we will not lie to eachother, so I tell them obvi. obvious mental stress on N there. one night while my mom wasn’t home, try to find a knife to slice up my legs a little(never done sh at that point) and i realise all the fucking knives are dull. go back to bed and message them kind of in a shock. get up, try AGAIN with some scissors that ended up being dull because of course they are. wasn’t clear enough, they thought i tried to kill myself or something, so even MORE mental stress on N. J is completely out of the picture because i can’t talk to them right now cuz owwie. so the shit i haven’t told N time.

I have this metal thing that some stores use to hang up stuff but not really that i found at school. it’s surprisingly sharp, i used it to scratch up my legs a bit for the first time like a day ago. it’s not sharp enough to make myself bleed sadly but it works well enough. i was immediately hit with a rush, decided to tell N i wasn’t going to kill myself(which i have no plans to go back on. they know i’ll only kill myself if it’s my birthday. i’m autistic about death what the fuck) and this probably barely relived any stress at all. so i want to pretend im a good person for a sec and tell them they really should stop talking to me and tell me to fuck off and die(not like that obvi) but they’re smart and was already thinking about it but didn’t want to tell me because i might kill myself if they stopped talking to me. idk why but that really fucking hurt? like. they should be able to tell me shit bothering them so i can stop immediately and pretend nothing happened. i would be willing to pretend for them any day. so now you know a lot about my shitty personal life. hooray! good for you. by the way me and N aren’t talking right now. they said it wasn’t complete no contact and just distancing while i put myself together(i’m not going to) but like cmon dude i can read between the lines! you obvi don’t want to talk to me for a few months which like okay i won’t even look in your general direction unless you need something from me. it’s not that hard.

so yeah that’s pretty much all i’ve been dealing with what’s going on with you all

[ineed-to-sleep]

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

[cherpupz]

utmv meme dump pt. 1 / ?

credit :3

killer - rahafwabas horror - sour apple studios cross - jakei95 dream + nightmare - jokublog swap - p0pcornpr1nce / au community error - loverofpiggies ink - comyet dust - ask-dusttale

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[chloesimaginationthings]

IDK what William Afton expected to happen in FNAF..

[kcrra]

it makes me literally sick to think about alicent's relationship to her children. like. they are all she has. she loves them more than anything and hates them just as much. each of them is a shackle around her neck. they are her babies even though she was a baby herself, forced to be their mother. she'll pick up a knife for them. they are her living prison. everything she ever does is for them. their very existence makes her sick. she understands them and yet doesn't know them at all. they are her future. they stole her past.

she was 15 years old tethered to a rotting body of a man entirely against her will, watching each of her children invade her body as a result of martial rape. how were they ever supposed to have a normal relationship!!!!!!!

[goldensunset]

feel free to elaborate in tags of course on how easy or hard cosplaying them would be

bonus question: how much do you WANT to look like your icon. like are they the goal you aspire to

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that

[saltair-and-webweaves]

i get mean when i’m nervous like a bad dog

Unknown/@papayajuan2019/a hero of our time - mikhail lermontov/poor things (2023)/ @sarakleijn/venetta octavia/ @papayajuan2019/@ https.c0rps3 on instagram/cop car - mitski

[queenlua]

lmao

[titanofthedepths]

Yes you’re not fatphobic but are you capable of talking about fat people in a positive manner without saying somft/round/rotund/squishy/tumby/chumby/any other variation of the sort. Are you capable of talking about us in a positive manner without it being about beauty or attractiveness. Are you able to talk about fat people in general without being dehumanizing or infantilizing. Can you treat fat people with respect.

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”