#that’s what I’m on rn

[iyamifucker]

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

[givemeureyes]

day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

i think everyone who's ever had migraines should be financially compensated forever btw

[sabeedraws]

In a single lumpy bed, they huddled together for warmth and encouragement and, Glinda told herself, protection. […] Glinda would start as if from a frightful dream, and nestle in nearer to Elphaba, who seemed at night never to sleep.

Ik I didn’t draw the quoted scene from the book, but I just remembered that gelphie cuddles are canon!!!! So!!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

"Oswald's mom has got it going on" - FNAF Pit bonnie

[solarismp3]

The world is so obsessed with young ppl everything is about what the youth is doing. Everyday id mag is releasing an article on what young ppl in Tokyo are wearing what about middle aged ppl or old ppl who have lived long enough to know the patterns of humanity. Are they not interesting or what

[pisces-swirlix]

netflix… if i see you in the streets…

[jesuistrestriste]

i just think that

and

and also

u know what i mean ?

[moraent-keys]

*throws this spicynoodles animatic at you* 🔥🍜

[a-sketchy]

in commemoration of reload, here’s the full hamuko paintover from november

[kokoasci]

parkour civilization they could never make me hate you

[goofalicousgooberface]

I started watching dexter and it’s genuinely wild shit. His inner monologue will be like ‘this would be considered a kind action, if I had a heart. But unfortunately, I feel nothing inside. My chest is an empty cage, with no warmth inside it’ and he’s doing some shit like saving a puppy that almost got run over or something

[exactly4ghouls]

I’m re playing new Vegas and decided to follow Vulpes out of Nipton just to see where he goes. He walked over the hills out to the road, stepped on a land mine, and died instantly. It caused me to immediately fail several quests that I hadn’t even started.

[kaizokuou-ni-naru]

there’s a japanese new years tradition called 初日の出/hatsuhinode, ‘first sunrise,’ which is when you drag yourself out of bed while it’s still dark on new year’s day and go out to a bridge or somewhere else you’ll have a good view of the horizon to the east.

and then you stand, and you wait.

if you’re me, today, you’re up on a bridge over a river coming off tokyo bay, and the cold ocean wind is vicious in the pre-dawn dim, and even with a good coat and gloves it feels like your nose and ears are slowly freezing off. the sky will get lighter by degrees as it gets closer and closer to sunrise, lines of color forming all along the horizon, and eventually you can pinpoint just where the sun will rise, a splotch of faintly brighter orange against the watercolors. you stare at it until your eyes start to blur.

and you stand, and you wait, and the bridge gets crowded around you, everybody leaning against the rail and looking for the sun and holding their breath, and even if you know to the minute when the sun is supposed to rise, it still feels like it takes longer than it should. in the dim january cold, it can feel like it’s taking a very, very long time.

and then the sun rises, and you realize that you’ve almost forgotten how bright it is.

happy new years, everybody. i hope it’s kind to all of you. あけましておめでとう!!

[cloudabserk]

kind of like vows. kind of like threats

[timethehobo]

A missed apology.