#wayyyy too many tags

[carmelide]

idk if someone said this to me or if it came to me in a dream but rhaegar is so schrödinger's dragon if you think abt it

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

Cream into the void

SHAME. I AM SHAMING YOU ANON

also i now need to report a crime against the void :(

[cringelordofchaos]

sillies

wip/unfinished version

[celestiallime]

sometimes I'll be reading an amazing fanfic from a certain fandom and I realize that this isn't what actually happened in the show and I go through the five stages of grief with the assistants of crying, throwing up and laying on the sad cold floor

[judicent]

Yeah, I did fill 4 sketchbooks in 4 months so far this year. Huh? Am I gonna post even an ounce of it? Well, you see, I am allergic to my phone, so you will have to come CATCH ME

[kays-artstuff]

I can't watch many streams this week F

BUUT have this mha oc i made a bit ago

i actually have a lot of work to do this week so i can't do a lot of doodlin buuut i have a character here for you, I want to note i gave them a lot of drawbacks that i didn't write down on the doodle like this ability is actually rlly bad for close combat unless they're trying to blind someone (also they can't control what smear the onject comes out of and need to be able to actively time things)

(I don't associate with the community/fandom :skull: some of y'all are scary /hj)

[hippo-pot]

ohhhhh i didn't realize 'asl' was also a shortening of 'as hell'. i thought folks were just mistyping 'asf'

[startistdoodles]

I feel as though you should have a tag for Kirby the puffball specifically

Cause sometimes I want to see your drawings of the tubby pink thing and yet I have to sift through everything for his franchise in here

Just a suggestion though :D

Went ahead and added a tag called #kirby (character) to separate the boyo from the series 🌟

[certainchopshopcheesecake]

hiiii. im here to ask you some unnecessary and completely random questions//make you list something

: ̗̀➛ opinion on turtles?

: ̗̀➛ do you like roosters?

: ̗̀➛ does it snow where you live?

: ̗̀➛ do you have a painting or poster in your room? if so, what is it and why do you have ir?

: ̗̀➛ tell me 3 random facts about you that you've never said online

(FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS. MY FRIEND (MARE OR @/STVRLIGHHTT) DOES THIS SOO)

happy holidays my beloved mutual <3

Hiii tysm for the ask moot<3

They seem chill save the turtles and all that yk

I don't really have any problem with roosters but my cousin used to have roosters and chickens and apparently they can go really bad and he tried to peck her eyes out a couple times

No it's just slush or occasionally 2 centimetres 😭

I have 1 collage of like pictures of my friends and me and sports and stuff and medals and a poster that I got when I was 6 and haven't bothered to take down.....

BUT I REALLY SHOULD I MEAN LOOK AT IT

1 I have a older brother

2 I'm terrible at french in school

3 I have a 9yr old dog

Kenwjsjenwbhqjaisjwijqnqnabgq

[bbq-potato-chip]

honestly it feels illegal for gintama to be this good

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Uh… oh

[von-eldritch]

WHAT TYPE OF VILLAIN ARE YOU ??

No Moral Compass

You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.

Tagged by: @fiirecrackcrs

Tagging: steal it

[bingsoopou]

i didnt notice the eventual smut tag but im too invested to drop the story ☹️

[konan-supernova]

i do hate tumblr mobile sometimes but not enough to actually use desktop

[commander-snowball]

Hm? Is KO CM super super bugged for anyone else? 

[sanakiras]

TIDAL WAVE OF LOVE

PAIRING — choi seungcheol x reader

WORD COUNT — 1.3k

SYNOPSIS — even the strongest of people break sometimes. you’re used to hiding your feelings; your boyfriend is there for you when everything gets too much.

TAGS — angst, self-esteem issues, fear of failure, mc has a bit of a breakdown :(( but also a lil comfort

NOTE — cleaning out the drafts bc i have too many 😭 this is wayyyy shorter than my usual works but i still felt like posting it <3 i had a very stressful semester in uni before the summer break and i came across this video on twt of coups giving wonwoo a little comforting squeeze which i found very endearing sooo that kinda became the inspo for this!

the moment he calls out a greeting to you from his kitchen, you close your eyes for a moment. it would’ve probably been wiser to have gone home instead of his place.

you greet him the same way, hoping he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice.

“how was your day?” he asks you once he’s returned to the living room, giving you a kiss.

you press your lips together. “fine. nothing special.”

the first thing he notices is the lack of eye contact you make with him. you’re also being considerably less touchy with him than usual, which he finds strange.

“everything okay?”

“yeah.” you put up a smile that doesn’t appear genuine in the slightest.

he figures you could just be in a bad mood — but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

he knows for a fact that it’s not with the way you’re trying real hard to hide your face from him. you only do that when you’re upset about something.

“baby, talk to me.”

“about what?”

the response comes out snappier than you meant it to. you two have been together quite a while — so he’s come to know that you tend to get a little colder and distant before the dam breaks.

you look at him so briefly to the point where he’d miss the motion if he blinked. the expression equals a silent apology.

of course he always does his best to give you whatever space you need. that being said, he’s also come to know you get into your own head a lot, and sometimes there’s someone who needs to pull you out of it.

you bite your lip in a pathetic attempt to hold back your tears. “it’s fine, cheol, just let it go.”

“well, i care about you, sweetheart. what’s going on?” he’s persistent but gentle about it. you have a habit of keeping your feelings to yourself and hardly ever letting anything out, which leads to everything just piling up and making things worse.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.”

the lump in your throat begins to rise.

“i can see that, but you’ve clearly got something you need off your chest. are you okay?”

you don’t show anyone when something’s wrong unless they mention it first. and even when they do, you’re hesitant.

it’s an exhausting way to live, but you still choose to do so.

it’s one of the reasons why you hate crying. your glossy eyes always betray you.

then you make — what you consider to be — the mistake of looking into his big, worried eyes once more, and you just completely fall apart in front of him.

the tears begin to flow before you can even comprehend it.

“it’s just—god, i don’t even know why i’m so fucking emotional, i just—” your breath shudders, the mildly angry expression that was previously on your face now nowhere to be found, “everything’s been so stressful recently, and i’m scared i won’t pass my classes, and i feel like such a slow learner compared to everyone else—”

he’s rubbing your back, just allowing you to you let everything out. he keeps quiet.

“i feel fucking fragile. and weak. every little thing is just too much right now. i’m sorry, i feel stupid.”

he lets you cry into his chest as his arms are wrapped around you, one hand softly rubbing the back of your head. “don’t feel stupid, baby. you can vent to me, always.”

the sound of your heavy sobs hurt him, because he feels like you’re always so hard on yourself, but he’s glad you’re releasing them. it’s healthier to let it all out than to keep it in.

“it’s just like i can’t breathe, y’know?” you mutter in the crook of his neck, subconsciously wetting his shirt with your tears, “i can’t take a single break ‘cause i’ll fall behind. i’m so tired. i feel like i’m not even smart enough to take the damn course, let alone pass the fucking test—”

once he feels like you’re about to start hyperventilating, he moves back to let him look at you. “long breaths. you’re okay, just breathe with me.”

he purposefully takes long, deep breaths, counting the seconds out loud to guide you, and it works. your breathing is steadying bit by bit, sobs faltering, melting into soft hiccups and numbness.

with dried tears and a slightly hoarse voice, you let out a sigh. “i just hate feeling so incompetent. for once, i’d love to feel smart. i wanna feel like i’m able to keep up as well as everyone else does, y’know? i’m… i’m procrastinating everything and i don’t know how to change it. it all sucks.”

“it’s not easy, baby. don’t be too hard on yourself.” he presses a swift kiss to your skin, and you hold him tighter, as if he were to slip out of your hold if you didn’t.

“it’s not easy for me. it is for them.”

“there’s nothing wrong with that. would you think differently if someone in your class had to put more effort into passing the course? you wouldn’t, right? because at the end of the day, you both make it to the finish line. that’s what matters.”

deep down, you know he has a point. you put the pressure so high on yourself, yet don’t apply the same logic to your peers.

you don’t really understand why.

“and you say it’s easy for them, but i know for sure that they put more effort into it than you might think. trust me. you’ll get to where you want to be, one way or another. if you take a little longer to do that than a classmate, who cares. it’s your life. i know you’ve worked so hard—” he twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers, “even if you don’t pass that class now, it won’t be the end of the world, and there’ll be another chance. you’ll get there.”

now there’s just a few last tears running down your cheeks. “except i’m worried that i won’t.”

“you will. and once you do, you’ll be happy that you got to that point because you worked hard and deserve that success. if not today, then tomorrow. yeah?”

you take a deep breath, exhaling slowly, the last shudders of your breakdown bubbling to the surface as your heart rate finally slows back to normal. “yeah. thank you.”

to show your gratitude, you give him a hug, which he happily embraces, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“anytime. i’m here for you.”

even the strongest of people break — but they can still pick up the pieces and start over.

do your best (but maybe not sometimes) <3

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.