#they told me it was okay but

[one-winged-dreams]

Just accidentally sent someone something on Pinterest that I meant to send to Owen but they're an old WoW rp partner I haven't talked to in a YEAR and it's time for me to bury myself alive i guess :)

[ask-zacharies-snackarie]

Yet another photo post heheheh

[izzybluebell]

happy birthday stuball!!

[lokiiied]

by the way deadpool & wolverine saved the world by being gay. they held hands and wolverine had his oiled up tits out and madonna’s “like a prayer” played during their cinematic climax combustion. their gay powers brought them back to life. just saying.

[chloesimaginationthings]

WAIT- UR TELLING ME.

VANESSA.

IS A SCENE KID?!?

HOLHWInehaiwkN18/!&:BFISNAW’77/2&!ajejdnwk

YOU GUYS GOTTA HEAR ME OUT, Doesn’t it makes so much sense Vanny would have been a scene kid??

[naonap]

wanted a new cute lockscreen for myself

[forgettable-au]

END OF CHAPTER ONE

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 65-72)

* Time to put this puzzle together.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[simplenefelibata]

as much as i love sam knowing about destiel before dean does, there's something about "i mean yeah my brother and his angel best friend are really weird about each other, live together, co-parent a kid, nearly kill themselves every time the other is gone, stand too close and stare at the other's mouth while they talk, but i mean to each their own i guess??" that's so special to me

[sakuraspoke]

a little treat for the terzo lovers ♡

[adeleba]

Picture taken before disaster

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[satellite-runner]

being physically disabled as a young adult after being an physically active child in and physically active family, who still participates in the online spaces for physically active hobbies but cannot participate physically means… i’m a living nightmare. i talk to people who share this interest with me, and my existence is their worst nightmare. they see my crutches and hear that i cannot walk far or climb a ladder and think, thank god it isn’t me. my existence is horrible and unimaginable to able bodied people.

[chronologically-challenged]

Siffrin: Hey, Stardust, any ideas for this loop?

@chipper-smol This is how I picture the start of 80% of their conversations going after awhile in role reversal au.

[mikonez]

19. The Sun

-> 17. The Star -> 18. The Moon

[e-n-t-r-o-p-i-c-f-r-o-g]

I love how caterpillars just straight up liquefy in their cocoons to the point of melting most of their brain matter yet somehow still retain a sense of self once they moult into butterflies, essentially dying then sculpting themselves anew.

Don't think about Hua Cheng, don't think about Hua Cheng, don't-

AH FUCK!

[luzho]

"you're not gonna believe this aang: did you know lee from the tea shop likes puns too?!"

"but i thought you didn't like him:/...?" "ahh... so that's where you're off to everyday, huh...". based on this pun found in @chitsangenthusiast's puns tag (hehe thanks kath :P this is like the second time i find a pun there!)

and i realized half way, but this works like a sorta prequel to the original puns comics from over a year ago! basically at this point, all my comics happen in an alternate universe where everything stays the same but sprinkled with anachronisms, such as sneakers and einstein :3