#they are friends tho

[sandwitching]

seeing the canon "straight couple" and it's literally a girl who's probably a lesbian and the only guy she's ever found attractive

[faustiandevil]

Haven’t drawn in a week, because it’s a quarter end close and I was also forced to work on a Saturday for a few hours. Absolutely disgusting. I’m glad I did manage to finish this up quickly. I miss drawing Dick, he is my favorite homosexual. I also been wanting to draw him and Penny together ever since I found that one image of Diane Cilento and Terry-Thomas together, because it’s them. I mean young girl with a cigar and real life Dick Dastardly with his fancy cigarette holder sharing a smoke. It’s not getting any better than this. Other drawing is more in the style of the actual show with a joke from the Ghost Stories dub, because YouTube kept recommending me compilations of the best jokes from it again.

Ref image under the cut.

[paintedcrows]

Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[paper-cities]

[blaithnne]

Live Mel reaction

[tawnysoup]

You both jump in place for a bit, grinning.

[shandzii]

assorted ocean idiots doodles in the middle of the rot asdfghjk

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[sopuu]

my friends and i watched the parkour movies in one sitting-

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[sillylilneurodivergent]

Guys, it happened. I’m an

AAAAAA (aromantic, asexual, agender, with autism, adhd, & anxiety)

[lotus-pear]

partners in crime or smt idk

[chipper-smol]

[HITS YOUR MENTALLY ILL FAV WITH THE VAMPIRE-INATOR RAY]

[hellspawnmotel]

madoka magica x 2001: a space odyssey

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."