#very slay of me

[youngmissmaple]

3yrs sh free today let’s gooo🫡💪

[dinsdjrn]

officially rippin and dippin into the mid 20s tomorrow

[cc-tinslebee]

inside you, there are two wolves

one wolf loves the Kirsch family plot from Scream VI

the second wolf is still delusional over initially believing Richie was going to be related to Stu Macher for the entirety of Scream 5

you are me.

[jjammy-skies]

I will not live past 40.

(A poem, by me, about accepting being sick.)

I will not live past 40.

I say these words with love

Cause I know you need it.

You need to feel reassured

My mortality isn't a vendetta.

Because I love you,

And I love your attempts

To try to make me feel better.

I hate hurting your feelings when I say

"There is no getting better"

Because you try and try to find

A solution; A goal; Something;

Anything for me to look forward to.

And I say them with grief

Knowing I will spend years

Helping others grieve a body not yet dead,

Because I have already laid it to rest;

In that coffin of a hospital bed,

In the spaces between my books,

And figures and toys,

That all take up space on my shelves;

What I can piece together of my personality,

So I can lay myself bare before you.

I say this with malice

As you try to convince yourself

you played no part in the rot consuming me.

Like there was an attempt to save

This body built of your mistakes.

You refuse to look me in the eye.

It’s enough of an admittance

for me to feel powerful between us for once.

Using my condition as a weapon

Against those who claimed weaponization

When I could not even move.

I say them with understanding

As I understand you don't know yet

What it means to die.

I hate to be the first;

I don't want to be the reason

You must learn about death.

I don't want to feel

Your small hands in mine as I try to explain

What it will mean when I'm gone.

Milestones and birthdays and graduations,

All missed and forgotten.

Anniversaries spent recounting your childhood,

You can't seem to remember a time I wasn't sick.

I say it with acceptance;

As I know who I am,

And all I've loved,

And all I'll leave behind.

In that grief and malice and love;

In those shelves and toys and little hands in mine.

I accept this rotting corpse.

I will show it love.

I will show it grief.

I will show it malice.

I will show it understanding.

I will show it acceptance.

[saffaggot]

I either live in an idea desert or I'm drowning in Idea Ocean.

[just-another-bored-killjoy]

in other news today i got acceptance letter from another college

[smlbirdds]

no fr tho I have. a whole bunch of inside job art to post and I didn’t post it because I saw the news and got violently ill

[sleeplessinseattlee]

just remembered that I dressed up as bucky for halloween once as a teen. with aluminum foil arm

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Girl yes, purr, ate, period. (Where's part 3 miss pls pls pls pls)

hehe!! just finished, thank you for your patience w me!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼 should be out in an hour

[sapphorror]

The Narrator's perspective only gets more horrifying the longer you think about it. Like, imagine being an Echo of yourself—one of many, all made to serve a very particular purpose and knowingly living on borrowed time, if 'living' is even the right word for your current state of pseudo-existence.

You've inherited the mission of a dead man—it's literally the only thing left that you can do before fading, so you sure as hell better believe in it; the alternative would be unbearable. Only you keep failing. With every loop that you don't remember, your lack of agency in this situation becomes starker—you can influence small things, sure, but it becomes increasingly clear that you have no real power, no matter how personally invested you are in the events unfolding in front of you. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to meaningfully engage with the world.

Worse—every loop you're made aware of is another time you've failed, with unimaginable consequences, though you had no control over these previous iterations of yourself and can't even learn from their mistakes. Everyone around you is operating on a shared perception of reality that you are not part of, will never be part of. After a few repetitions, you are, ironically, the least informed person in the room. All you have left to go on is an evidently outdated script. At the same time, everyone else is experiencing a contiguous version of you, comprised of parts that are, in some sense, also you, while at the same time existing at a complete remove from your current perception of self. Whatever you don't know you did—that's you now. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to define your own identity, never mind know what it is.

Even worse—this has trapped you within a stagnant hell of your own creation. Nothing you say or do really matters in terms of your own self (the rest of the world is a separate issue entirely). Anything you've come to believe—say, for totally hypothetical example, that you were wrong actually and your envisioned paradise is really a hell beyond any you had the capacity to envision—has about as much permanence as a drawing in the sand. 'You' will continue, exactly as you were, no matter how much you might like to change your behavior. Every possible future has already been set in stone. You are, after all, only an Echo. You've forfeited the right to say anything you haven't already said.

For some reason, no part of any of this has made you feel more comfortable and at peace with the general concept of finality.

The really, truly absolute worst part, though?

There is no one for you to blame but yourself. And that's exactly what turns your story into such a tragedy.

[almondcroissantsandink]

The Thomas Thorne Affair

[titenoute]

The Slay the Princess brain rot got to me.

I'm sorry.

[koddlet]

chappell roan zine i made at the end of may. wishing you the best in the worst way <3

[knockknockitsnickels]

"Sacrifice the Yourself" (title pending), the hip new slay the princess swap AU, in which you and the girlies must decide if you're gonna let a giant bird stab you (and maybe.... find love?!)

[skeptical-saniwa]

hi, pepp!!! i just wanna say that your art is sososo pretty ;>∆<; so i was wondering if we could get a disheveled dr. ratio after being smothered in lipstick kisses on his face (and neck maybe.... #scandalous)?? i think he deserves lots of smooches... even if he'd try to deny them at first. thank you!!! and i hope you're having an amazing day. your art & friendly vibes give me so much serotonin ♡

Hi anon!!

Ty!! I hope you have a great day as well! I’m happy that my art gives you a shot of serotonin :)

I’ve decided to make your request into a comic!

There’s space for more kisses!!! For you!!

[wasyago]

i imagine it's quite chilly in the black sea (for the lack of sun and color), so they're wearing slightly warmer clothes now uwu

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