#what the fuck is wrong w me

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

While watching Jimmy's new Empires episode I realized something.

Shubble, when she built the meeting circle at spawn, made Jimmy's chair different. When she built everyone else's chairs she used a quartz slab as the seat and a spruce door as the back. She.. didn't do this for Jimmy's chair. She used an oak trapdoor as the back. Not even a spruce trapdoor, an oak trapdoor.

Something ab this fact made me incredibly sad and upset and I have no idea why. It just,, :(( ya know? Something ab how they treat Jimmy so differently bc his player model is short is just making me so sad :( it's such a small detail but it's activated my feels and now I'll probably be thinking ab it for at least a week

[lil-cattz]

[whenuwalking]

I've actually started writing again and I've never felt the crash of a high like that in a long time. I cooked up one hell of an outline, got shy, and now I never want to look at it again. I even wrote for another arc and it was really good, I liked it, people liked it, but now I'm like NO NO NO IT'S ALL WRONG. THIS SUCKS. I HATE IT. And now I've lost motivation and I feel cringe and shame

[smoshidiot]

[sunflowerrex]

Crying and screaming rn

This just came on in the car on the way to class and WHY did I start relating every line to Thalias

Literally WHY I’m so sad now

WHY AM I SO ANGSTY LATELY??????

[lonelyplanetfag]

some Boys shld never have to feel like Girls ever

[queercriptid]

shoutout to ppl who still mask im taking off my panties n handing them to u

[eden-cant-eat-meat69]

lmao im so worthless

[lucasgregorowicz]

Feel like ghosting everyone again as you do

[dream-launch]

Started making potato farls from scratch at 11pm for no reason I'm not even hungry it's just to have

[lotus-pear]

lore accurate teen soukoku. the worsties ever

[yellowsubiesdance]

i don’t want to go another day of not play totk, but i literally can’t stop watching kaguya sama

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[theeloveofsolitude]

..i've had this semi-finished in my drafts since october, but i cant procrastinate anymore- they have beautiful new outfits i want to draw <3 i need to catch up 🙇🏻‍♀️

[jamesbukkakebarnes]

i dont think anyone’s ever regretted animating/writing/posting something as much as i do rn lmao

[arieswritez]

vincible

vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)

alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :

cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D

"why's it looking at me like that?"

the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.

your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.

your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.

however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"

you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.

finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.

you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.

"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.

the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.

you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.

"they cuddle you while im not here?"

mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"

"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.

"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"

mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.

he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.

he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.

this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.

your plushie's fought dirty and won.

"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."

"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."

he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"

you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."

mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."

you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.