#that shit haunts me to this day

[eyes-in-the-stars]

Shout out to how I told my mother I was gay

A family friend outed me for the big wanting to self deletus, big woop on that one lads

She asked me why

I gave her the truth

She called me a liar, so I decided to be one and tell her I was being bullied for being gay

Jokes on her she believed it

[hualianschild]

‼️spoiler‼️ (chapter 63)

uhm so that happened...

(i was NOT ready omfg)

[rrogueamendiares]

i just wanted to hold you in my arms

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

ok everybody block dnp on all socials they have eyes everywhere. they know way to much. those omniscient fuckers are always watching. no one is safe.

like what do you MEAN you know about those stupid “real voice” compilations and people absolutely clowning about jumpcuts and smudged whiskers and what do you MEAN you’re aware of those 2009 phan theories people still debate to this day? what happened to “i don’t check my indirects” “i don’t go on the tags”?? i bet you’re lurking RIGHT NOW reading this very post. all men do is lie. can’t trust anyone 😤😪

[cubbihue]

When you said that the unluckiest person is most hopeful, it reminded me of Nagito Komaeda. If the universe were combined, do you think he would fair well having Anti Cosmo as his anti fairy?

Funnily enough, I feel like it would be Hajime who would have an anti-fairy companion. I mean, he’s surrounded by extremely skilled people! That would attract bad luck in some way for him. Nagito wouldn’t be good food for anti-fairies. Or Fairies. Or Pixies.

...Honestly, Fairies aren’t quite sure what food he produces. It’s like a weird amalgamation of luck, desire, greed, and all sorts of emotions they can’t disentangle. Like a crockpot gone horribly horribly wrong. Eating any bit of that would make any fairy sick.

Eugh. The hell is wrong with that one.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[royaltea000]

Fourth of July is so funny cuz it’s the one time every year that people decades past their hetalia phase will wake up in a cold sweat and go “there’s only one character I can draw for this day… 👁️👁️💦”

[araekniarchive]

Selected excerpts of Disco Elysium (2019), created by Robert Kurvitz and Aleksander Rostov

[leathfaic]

One of the things that pisses me off about MWIII and the lead up to it so bad is that whole "Oh I wasn't in the tank" thing around Graves.

Because it takes away from my success as a player and its just dumb.

But more importantly because Activision for some reason decided to play it like "Look at Soap being so dumb thinking he killed Graves, isn't he a ridiculous little man?" while Graves is given the "strong survivor" treatment by them.

Soap took out a tank.

Without dedicated gear.

He survived multiple assault teams while at it too. Not just survived, he took them out as well.

And then blew up a tank with nothing but some C4 to a point where no one in it could have survived.

Like he did that and you're telling me Graves wouldn't be fucking afraid of running into that guy again? If being in a tank can't save you from his wrath you're telling me he ever felt safe around him?

Nah. No way. We deserved to see him flinch the moment Soap enters the picture. To keep to the other side of the room. Trying his best to work with anyone but him.

Soap is unhinged and highly dangerous, or he would have waited for his chance to piss off instead of fighting that thing but he gets treated like instead of letting loose of his anger over the betrayal he was just a big dumb dumb and everyone else was in on the joke.

Like fuck man. That also means the player is seen in the same way, like you thought you just won a cool boss battle? Oh you stupid little player, that was for nothing and we're gonna take that feeling of success back. Games don't need to be gratifying, do they?

Actually that probably could be MW3s whole title.

[nikolai-alexi]

Be so fucking for real right now. This mf follows me everywhere I go

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 240

so heres the thing. i have never tried pixel art

but for a first (and second, and third) attempt i am not mad at these!

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[blade-that-was-broken]

Battling my perfectionism one crappy doodle at a time.

[whirlybirbs]

it’s 5:20am i cannot sleep i am consumed with thoughts and yearning for keigo takami i need to be euthanized

[melloneah]

punk yuuji wip

[baldintegra]

ultrakill stuff mostly from twt

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

"Will, I love you," Mike whispered, and he was crying, crying so much that Will could hardly understand him. "B-but I can't-"

Will wiped his own face. He didn't mean for it to happen like this, for the two of them to be whispering through tears to each other. "Then why can't you-" Will choked back a sob.

"I can't do this to El. Not to El." Mike ran his hands through his hair again, something he did when he was anxious and frustrated. "She can't find out about this. She can't know that you- that we- that I... She can't know I'm a queer."

"Mike," Will tried to reach out.

Mike flinched back before the other boy could touch him. "I can't. Tomorrow, I am going to tell El I love her a-and that is that." He wouldn't look at Will.

"But you don't love her."

"But I have to!" Mike shouted and he started to sob again. "I have to!"

Will bit his lip and didn't say anything.

"I am dating her, Will, I have to love her. And I do love her, just not yet, but I'm sure th-that when I go to church and pray, God will let me love her." Mike didn't sound too sure and it broke Will's heart to hear him like that.

"That's not how it works, Mike-"

"Yes it is!" Mike cried. "God will make me normal! God will make me love her! Just because you don't love girls-"

"I love boys!" Will shouted. He wasn't crying anymore. "And I always will. And if Satan has rested in me then at least I will be happy as I sin. I am happy when I am with you Mike! God isn't going to save me from that."

Mike looked at him sharply. "But he'll save me."