#why are you blinking so much

[lycoris-artcorner]

Why are you blinking so much ?

Here let me get it out ~

[capsekai]

RED FLAGS mv/Tom Cardy

Art/Animation: Galoo Stipulations: We've capped this but they don't want their content used for AI- not that you can use RP icons for that but y'know JUST STATING THAT!!!

(Ahhhhhhhh lmao) Anyways if you've got the hilarity to RP this and mixed messages, well then you're a sick twat and I love you. *PLEASE NOTE OP HAZ COVID 19 THIS IS POISIONING THEIR THOUGHT PROCESS JK*

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[watashime-ciel]

someday i'll make this a full thing

so i have this headcanon of Red Rapper dating MC Adore/So'ra for a time, but they broke up, and So'ra started dating DJ Yellow for another bit of a time (but they also broke up because they only started dating bc they were the most popular musicians at their school, so they quite of forced themselves to be together just for the funnies &the fans)

aaaand this would be like when Red and So'ra started dating. the RAPMEN, RAPWOMEN and DJs describe So'ra as quite scary, and this could explain why

yup, Red didn't call So'ra scary, at least before he knew she likes THC and more type of horror media. but in the end, everyone does it because they didn't met a THC &horror in general fan before, So'ra was the first one, and maybe the only one right now lol

i love drawing Red on his original form, but for this i will be using my version, which is human :] hope you like his design :P! you'll see a better version soon

i'll be storyboarding(?) the Rhythm Heaven version of Red Flags, and one day i'll upload it to youtube. hopefully Nintendo doesn't kicks me in the butt for this, but honestly they don't care about RH anymore, only WarioWere (louder for the people on the back!)

[anemonesy]

A date with Draculaura 🦇🩷 (Monster High)

[feathergem]

Mid 2023

Remember when Red Flags was trending last year and all the artists were drawing it?

Good times…

Watch it in full at @usmonstersbyning

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[maddy-bean]

🔊has audio 🔊

why are you blinking so much? Animation meme

My date: my dog

The waiter: my brother

[jjkyaoi]

pisses me off when i see people interpreting the scene of till being happy to see mizi as him “always choosing her over ivan” or whatever the tiktok mob is saying BECAUSE GODDDDD NOT EVERYTHING TILL DOES HAS TO DO WITH FUCKING IVAN MAN 😭 like i love ivantill as much as the next but you guys are just making angst out of the stupidest shit. obviously he would be happy to see mizi, regardless of his feelings for her, he had thought everyone he once knew and was friends with INCLUDING HER . was dead. he thought he was the last one left most likely. his feelings played a part into it yes, but he saw her and knew it was his chance to be free. that’s the whole reason he stopped singing and reached out to her. it was not a fucking thing of ivan being rejected again please look at the story Beyond his (unreliable) point of view of things

[meamiki]

[reverse entry AU]

so glad the work week is over!

no more meetings!

what do you mean its only tuesday.

[eva-birdman]

I've gotten Bonnie the nicest toys I could find and apparently her favourite thing to fuck around with is the silly clip I have at at her door

[saturnaous]

I am plagued by visions

[the-crepuscular-queen]

Something about this quote. Something about how trust is a major factor to Gideon's and Harrow's relationship to work together and how that snowballs into more. It's just going to rotate in my mind forever.

[novelconcepts]

There are a lot of Worst Things about depression. Everybody's got a different Worst Thing. Hell, I can't always decide on what my personal Worst Thing is. Sometimes it's the numb despair. Sometimes, it's the dumb animal panic. Most of the time, though, it's that there isn't enough room inside of me.

What I mean is: I care about too many things. I think that's pretty standard these days for a lot of people. Empathy stretched fine as gossamer. We see so much suffering each day. We see so much more than any one person was meant to. So you wind up caring, because caring is what a person is wired to do, what makes life worth living. You care about people you know. You care about people you've never met. You care about situations in countries you haven't set foot in. You care about the political climate of your own hometown. You care about your own dreams. You care about your best friend's bad luck. You care about your pets' health. You care about when the next book in your favorite series will come out. You care, and you care, and you care, because you're wired to care about it all. It's exhausting sometimes, but it's life. Sometimes the best part of life.

With depression, the caring space gets to feeling too full. Has packed tight, all those elements butting into one another until they lose meaning, the darkness threading into the gaps. There just isn't enough room inside of me for all the fear and the despair and the weird empty anger, much less the stuff that actually matters. So I start shorting out. Because, see, depression makes it so I can't care; don't see a point in even trying. And the real me, the part of me that isn't being cannibalized by the demons, doesn't know how to do anything else. So the middle ground becomes: shrink the caring space. Shrink it down bit by bit. All systems are running at once, and we're getting low on juice, so the natural thing is to start shutting off lights. Start jettisoning the extraneous to make room.

Except it's depression at the wheel, not common sense, so it's not just the extra flair getting turned off. Not the despair and the mind-numbing terror and the reckless urge to pick fights. The stuff that winds up getting tossed is stuff I need. Stuff that keeps me going. It's all being shut down at once, no rhyme or reason, until I suddenly can't care about the things that are me. Intrinsic, fabric-level stuff. I can't care about creating. About making art. About telling stories. I can't care about other people telling stories. I can't care about my friends the way I'm supposed to. I can't care about their travel or their kids or their wins. I can't care about making food for myself. I can't care about brushing my teeth. I'm shutting down to component parts, but I didn't get to pick which components are still running full-power, so I wind up with just a handful of randomly blinking lights. Suddenly, I care very much about my fear of the future, my financial insecurity, how fast I can run a 5K, a single television show--and just about nothing else.

It isn't healthy. It's sure as fuck not sustainable. And I know from experience that the rest of the system will come back online eventually. I'll find myself telling another story in a week or a month. I'll find myself sketching something out of nowhere. I'll find myself able to grieve a lost loved one and treasure my new nephew. It'll all come back, in time. But it's the in-between bit that grates. The bit where I'm in the shuttle with my knees tucked against my chest, sucking oxygen through a straw, trying to conserve whatever is still running. The bit where I resent the people in my life who aren't running on fumes like I am. Where I'm furious that they can care, that they can move freely, that they aren't pacing a minuscule cage like I am. It's a loss, all the months and years I've spent on life support. It's a fucking waste.

That's where I am right now. Life support. Little things get in, from time to time. I can suddenly inhale a book series start to finish. I can suddenly coax myself into eating the same thing for lunch for three weeks straight. Those are extra lights on the dash, and I have to treasure them. Because there isn't really room, so any little thing that I find space for is a gift. And everything else--talking. planning. trusting. creating. intake.--has to stay dark for a little while longer.

It'll come back on. I have to believe it'll come back on.

In the meantime, I hunker in my shuttle, and I wait.

[lanternlightss]

nameless bard has the cutest smile. you have to trust me on this

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

that last rb got me thinking about waking suguru up early in the morning with a cake that says happy mother’s day <3 and a mug that says best mommy ever!! just to tease him for being such a mother hen ….. but he just rolls his eyes + smacks you gently over the head + goes back to sleep <333