#yepiamthesmileyface

[fishfingersandscarves]

unfortunately androgel specifically says don't put this on your genitals, but as someone who microdosed t-gel to start, I had minimal bottom growth, minor hair pattern changes, and almost immediately a deeper voice. everyone's different, of course, but there's not any studied rhyme or reason as to what happens with hrt :(

Damn *shakes fist at sky* CURSE U UNPREDICTABLE HORMONES

[felidthing]

happy birthday!! hope you have a good Birthday Treat™

I DIIIIIIID i got an iced coffee while i was out bussing around :]

[starswallowingsea]

sorry, misread your tags!

asmdpofiadsfja all good! no harm no foul

[lewvithur]

how did i miss this AHAHAHAHAHA

i've said this before and i'll say it again. the only way astarion is appealing is in the same way as roger rabbit

[gandalftopsurgery]

tagged by @empty-cryptid thanks bud

✨when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 of your favorite followers✨ (non-obligatory)

1. Bamboo Bones by Against Me!

2. The Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists

3. Shelved by The Mountain Goats

4. 52 Ford by Murder By Death

5. Minnie the Moocher by Cab Calloway

I tried to put songs by all different bands because I mostly just listen to the same albums by the same people over and over again (Against Me!, The Decemberists and TMG).

idk who's gotten tagged yet so sorry if you've gotten tagged or done this already @goopycloudeyes @jellyunjarred @omgcheez @captaincravatthecapricious @clownmoontoon @witch-niko @elldraws @hy-chu @g-a-y-g-o-y-l-e @yepiamthesmileyface no pressure or anything it's just for fun

[hakinnas-overactive-imagination]

rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people

I got tagged by two people @sunshinycc and @nullclockwork (both with much shorter names)

ok here we go

H- Habits (secret 1935 version) PMJ

A- Angel on fire Anthony and the Johnson's

K- Killer queen, Queen

I- INEXPLICABLE by The Correspondents

N- Nobody Wants U, The Dollyrots

N-Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) My Chemical Romance (but maybe this version X)

A- ALL I NEED IS YOU, Rob Cantor

S- Starkiller, Bear ghost

O- Oak & Ash & Thorn, The Longest Johns

V- Valerie - Amy Winehouse

E- Everybody wants to rule the world, lorde

R- Revolver, Vain Izak

A- Arsonist's lullaby, Hozier

C- Centuries, Fall out boy

T-Tomorrow will be kinder, secret sisters

I- I Want To Be Evil, Eartha Kitt

V- The Villain I Appear to be, Connor Spiotto

E- Every Breath You Take · Chase Holfelder

I- I've Heard It Both Ways, Psych the Musical

M- Maybe you're not the worst thing ever, Galavant

A-All This And Heaven Too · Florence + The Machine

G- A Gorey Demise, Creature Feature

I- I Know I'm a Wolf - Courbe (Young Heretics Cover)

N- Nobody Likes The Opening Band, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

A- Any Way You Want It- Journey

T-The Ballad of Jane Doe, Ride The Cyclone (is using 'the' a cop out, yes. I'm not changing it. If you don't know the song just trust me and keep listening because it's a trip)

I- idontwannabeyouanymore, Billie Eilish

O-Our Lady of the Underground HADESTOWN

N- Noel's Lament, Ride The Cyclone (or this version)

I don't know if I have 28 people to tag so here I go, also just feel free to do it if you want.

@carefreebunny @thetitanwar @catswithbaseballbats @saltytoast @yepiamthesmileyface @charliemack @emotionally-comprimised @cutest-starfish @uptown-grunk

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

I posted 5,651 times in 2022

That's 4,649 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (2%)

5,566 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hebbic

@looney-mooney

@yepiamthesmileyface

@grim-ghastly

@the-town-fool

I tagged 524 of my posts in 2022

#my art - 49 posts

#dhmis - 47 posts

#the stanley parable - 43 posts

#art - 29 posts

#tsp - 26 posts

#tspud - 23 posts

#the stanley parable ultra deluxe - 21 posts

#stanarrator - 19 posts

#for later - 19 posts

#illustration - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#some may be like ‘oh he’s a cis dude so you must be cis’ but i will go ‘my pronouns are they/them and my gender is unknown even to i’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Dhmis - FEELINGS (fan script)

Disclaimer: I am not British, sorry if that makes it weird

Content Includes: Violence and Extreme Anger that leads to violence

And so it begins:

(Like usual, a new version of the intro song plays)

There’s three of us!

There’s three of us!

Look closely and you’ll see

There’s three of us

Just three of us

It’s him and you and me

And everyday we all hang out

To find out what we talk about

Red: And I think I am remembering

Yellow: And it hurts my brain to…(singing stops) what?

Duck: Remembering? Remembering what?

Red: I dunno, I think it’s…all the things that have been happening to us.

Duck: What do you mean?

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#4

“The World Began Anew” (Stanley and the Narrator Have Feelings Pt. 3)

Warning/Notice: So cheesy, shorter, and it’s a slow burn ahead <3

The world began anew.

Stanley winced slightly. He had been taking a nap after falling asleep to the narrator’s calming whispers. He knew the narrator had his tapes, he knew he didn’t always forget, but he also knew that the narrator didn’t always remember and Stanley wasn’t sure the tapes would either. Should he keep hope? Would not having it hurt less?

His mind quieted once he realized the narrator was not speaking. Perhaps he remembered and skipped his intro! Or maybe Stanley had spaced out for so long that he had already finished. Or maybe-

“I remember.”

Stanley looked up at the ceiling, letting the hope seep into him.

“Stanley, I remember!” the Narrator shouted joyfully, laughing in relief, “I remember your dog and my body and our conversations and our past! I remember it all!”

Stanley jumped for joy while crying happily, “You remembered!”

As their laughter and excitement died down into a calm, yet giddy feeling, Stanley and the Narrator (indirectly) looked at each very fondly.

“Oh, I almost forgot about my body, dear boy! Let’s go fetch it so we can look at each other as I keep remembering!”

It was a very quick process with the help of the adventure line. Both Stanley and the Narrator felt at home as the Narrator drifted into his comfortable metal and embraced Stanley once again. The adventure line curled around both of them, and they stayed like for a nice while.

“This is lovely, my dear fellows, but if you would not mind, I’d like to have some more adventures!”

Stanley nodded and cheered, “Let’s go!”

===

“Okay, so we’ve tried finding everything already within the game on purpose, but what if we looked for holes?”

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38 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#3

Bro I put most of the Stanley’s Parable intro into AI Dungeon to write fics and the latest one is fricking crazy because Stanley’s boss threatens to kill him if he doesn’t help him buy a fridge

53 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#2

I got feminine hips but I ain’t afraid of eighth graders

67 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I got sucked into the Stanley x Narrator ship so I present to you: A falling in love fic collab with ai dungeon

Stanley and The Narrator Have Feelings

WARNING: Very cheesy, I was just having fun with it so yeah

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee #427. Employee #427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what employee 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened, something that would forever change Stanley, something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one, single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time, but as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office. All of his co-workers were gone. What could it mean?

This is what Stanley had thought of around a month ago. He was now fully aware of his situation and in figuring it out, he got to know the Narrator. The Narrator was the one who had given the orders, who had told Stanley exactly what to do, when to do it, and in what order. Stanley didn't always obey, but that kept things interesting, when the Narrator ordered him around that was. Nowadays, Stanley and the Narrator decided on adventures together, as their fondness for each other had grown.

One day, the Narrator told Stanley that he had a surprise for him. "I have a delivery for you today," he said. "From a friend of mine." "The adventure line?" Stanley guessed with a smile. The narrator chuckled, "You've guessed it".

Stanley was led to a giant shipping container, just like the ones on the docks. The container was at least fifteen feet tall and as wide as a house. "Can I open it?" Stanley said excited. "I've never seen it opened!" The Narrator gave in and told Stanley he could open the container.

Stanley looked at the container with wonder. "How do you open it?" he asked. The Narrator laughed, as he had expected the question. "I made you a button," he told Stanley with a grin. Stanley fidgeted excited, awaiting the button.

A platform slid away on the ground and a pedestal rose up to Stanley's abdomen. A red button the size of Stanley's hand shone in the light of the storage room. Stanley looked up at the ceiling, as if waiting the narrator's permission.

"Don't wait up on me, dear boy! Go ahead," the Narrator said. And with that, Stanley gently slammed the button and the container opened. He was surprised to see a pile of boxes stacked at the top, but he was even more surprised when he opened one and saw a robot the size of a refrigerator inside. "He could keep us company!" Stanley exclaimed to the Narrator, "Or maybe you could posses him so we can do a hand shake!" The Narrator agreed and told Stanley to do whatever he wanted, as he always did.

Stanley looked at the robot for a moment and said, "I'll play with him later. For now, I need to find a power switch, or else..."

"Go ahead and move him around," the Narrator said, "I trust your judgement."The narrator would never admit it, but Stanley’s remark about the handshake had him thinking. Wouldn’t it be nice to meet Stanley’s eyes and hold his hands and sit beside him. He spoke up saying, “You can still do whatever you want, Stanley, but I would not be opposed to a handshake.” And once again, Stanley was surprised. "That's not a big deal, is it?"

"Oh no, not at all," the Narrator said. Stanley tried to contain his joy as the narrator possessed the robot. The narrator was much taller than him now, but he was not afraid. "Oh goodness," the narrator joked, "You still have to look up at me even now!" And with that he gave the robot a test run. It didn't move, and he laughed. Stanley pulled him towards him, giggling as well. Stanley thought the narrator’s hands were pleasantly cool and the narrator thought Stanley’s were pleasantly warm. “I like this,” Stanley whispered. The narrator nodded for the first time in his life. Stanley laughed with glee. As the narrator got used to his new body, he was also getting used to Stanley's touch. He needed help sometimes and Stanley was there for him. Despite being of metal, it made him feel warm inside. It's been so long since someone made him feel that way, he thought. He decided to test out a funny habit Stanley had: Pressing buttons.

He pressed the big red button from earlier. It gave him a type serotonin he never knew existed. He spammed the button saying, "I now understand why you like this, Stanley" he said. But then he pause, sulking a little bit. He apologized, "I'm sorry I made fun of you, Stanley."

Stanley looked up at him and his eyes appeared to soften. "I know," he said, "It wasn't very nice, was it?"

"It's quite all right," Stanley said, "It's good to have someone who can get a laugh out of me." The two of them laughed for a bit, until the narrator realized something. He blushed as he asked, "Can I give you a hug, Stanley?"

Stanley gave a shy little laugh, and the two of them embraced. The narrator felt his cheeks warm up. He was never this emotional, he thought. He pulled away and said, "Dear boy, I think I need to sit down. Too many feelings."

Stanley nodded in understanding, holding out his hand for the narrator to take. The narrator took it gently as they headed to the employee's lounge. The building had been empty for many years, but the couches were still comfortable, and the Narrator enjoyed the feeling of being able to sit.

Stanley sat down as well and hummed, content to simply be in the narrator's presence. The narrator felt nice, too. "I feel like something changed today, Stanley. I think I feel at home here," he said. Stanley thought about this for a moment and said, "Me too. It's kind of nice not having to talk to you through a ceiling." The narrator's lips turned up a bit at that and he reached over and took Stanley's hand. They sat like this for a few minutes, hand in hand.

"I want to tell you something, Stanley," the narrator said. He looked at Stanley's hand in his own and continued, "I really like you, dear boy. I'm glad I met you." The narrator continued to hold Stanley's hand, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. "It is very nice to be able to like someone again." Stanley could do little other than smile at this. He let go of the narrator's hand for a minute and went to sit next to his dear friend, wiping the tears from the Narrator's eyes. Stanley rested his head on the Narrator's shoulder and hugged the narrator tightly. The narrator wrapped an arm around him as well and the two of them sat that way for a long time.

After a few minutes of silence, the Narrator said, "I would like nothing more than to stay with you, Stanley, forever."

Stanley chuckled lightly and nodded in understanding. "Me too." The narrator went quiet before mumbling shyly, "Stanley, you make me feel things. Good things but goodness, is it strange." Stanley laughed at that. "I've never had that happen before. It's nice." The narrator smiled at that.

"You make me feel things too, you know," Stanley said. "How would you describe how I make you feel?" The narrator asked. Stanley blushes and stuttered, "Well, humans call it love, it's kind of warm and it makes your heart beat fast but it's really nice and you don't have to feel the same and I know it's-" "I feel the same way" the narrator said calmly. Stanley stopped rambling only to turn as red as a strawberry. He was so embarrassed. He said, "We shouldn't be talking like this." He didn't know if making the Narrator feel this way was right. "And yet we do," the narrator said, meeting Stanley's eyes. Stanley held the narrator's face in his hands and hesitantly questioned, "Can I kiss you?"

"Whatever you want," the narrator replied, leaning in closer.

Stanley kissed the Narrator. It felt nice and right, and he didn't want to stop. So he didn't. They kissed, and it just kept getting better. As their lips parted, they smiled at each other. The Narrator placed a hand on Stanley's chest, leaning towards him, and the two of them continued to hold one another, softly kissing. As they parted, Stanley tackled the Narrator over and his companion groaned. "You're ridiculous. We were having a moment, Stanley," he scoffed with no malice. Stanley said nothing as he curled up next to the narrator, half lying on him like a pillow. "Your back's gonna hurt later, Stanley." "I know," Stanley said softly, "but I just want to be with you." The narrator held him in his arms. "Fair enough. I certainly don’t dislike this."

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[felidthing]

I MISSED YOU! GLAD YOU'RE OUT OF THE HOSPITAL!!

HEWWO!!!!!!! it is so good to be back and spamming everyones dash again

[lewvithur]

stolen from @abysskeeper !

@yepiamthesmileyface @kazooie @felidthing @grahamkennedy @a-graveman

@mazjin @firedrakewicked @livinginthewifi @colabot @wellspokenrambler

@cinnamon-shakes @clam-kid @findmeinthefallair @queenwinecap

and anyone else who wants to!

[the-nerdy-fangirl]

I posted 11,364 times in 2022

That's 5,904 more posts than 2021!

108 posts created (1%)

11,256 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@grunkledore

@fremblem

@readysetyeet

@amotleycrew

@yepiamthesmileyface

I tagged 6,349 of my posts in 2022

Only 44% of my posts had no tags

#fanart - 785 posts

#video - 652 posts

#danny phantom - 377 posts

#dc - 366 posts

#tiktok - 223 posts

#danny fenton - 218 posts

#miraculous ladybug - 176 posts

#homestuck - 173 posts

#2022 tumblr sexyman murder - 160 posts

#markiplier - 146 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#he could make it without the extension but ‘danno check these readings we gotta keep going!’ and somebody comes fresh from the zone to whoop

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

you know how the go to non-Dani name for Danielle is Ellie

imagine a world where Daniel didn’t become Danny but became Neil

87 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#4

Imagining Jonathan’s entries being read by Ryan Bergara is beyond amusing

140 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#3

ITS ME CAP’N, THE WORMHOLE, SPEAKING TO YOU FROM INSIDE YOUR PHONE, LISTEN TO ME CAP'N, LEAVE THE CREW, WE DON'T NEED THEM!

live wormhole reactions with and without gun below the cut

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151 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

#2

FANTASTIC news for people who want to kill markiplier

492 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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24,317 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

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[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

if you are still taking merm request, maybe octopus Pepper family??

!! ty for the request!!

pros of having octopus family: they can hold you with all eight limbs

cons of having octopus family: they can hold you with all eight limbs

(this ones a little messy sorry today has just been. [sound of me lying facedown on the bed screaming])

[natjennie]

blasphemy is still a crime in Michigan and it's illegal to bite someone's arm off in rhode island

I feel like it should be illegal to bite someones arm off other places too......

[selkiedomus]

happy holidays!! i hope you like this drawing @yepiamthesmileyface !

[trans-androgyne]

Good tags by @yepiamthesmileyface !

Okay, you can say you’re respecting transmascs’ gender when you kick us out of or bar us from “women’s spaces” once we transition. But consider that in many cases there aren’t other spaces for transmascs. There don’t tend to be men’s spaces to talk about gendered oppression and sexual assault — the latter of which trans men experience at a higher rate than cis and trans women. I know because I have had to create new spaces for trans men myself, using my own time and money. And it’s not easy, and I shouldn’t have to do it. I’ve strained my mental health with it; I can’t expect other transmascs to do the same in their locality.

I want you to evaluate the purpose of these spaces. If your space is specifically about discussing womanhood, that’s its own thing, though I would still ask you to consider including people with a complex relationship with womanhood due to their gender experiences and want to discuss it. But if your reason for making it a “women’s” or “women’s and non-binary” space is to make it “safe” for discussing things like queerness, misogyny, and sexual violence? I am begging you to understand that without other resources you are shutting transmascs out in the cold. Our masculinity does not make us unsafe.

[chantillyxlacey]

🌹!!

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

Vivi though-- it’d been so easy to date her that he’d done it by accident. He’d thought of it as just hanging out-- normal friend stuff-- until it had hit him all at once that with her it was almost exactly like the sappy, romantic daydreams he indulged in.

[arthurtristankingsmen]

👀?

WIP meme (source) 

 The third run, Vivi broke her streak, but still managed ninepins. Lewis struck out this time, and once more, it was Arthur’s turn.

“Well- someone has to lose, right?” He joked, rubbing hisneck after rolling another foul. The ball came back out, but as he moved tolift it, Lewis’s larger hand splayed itself over Arthur’s.

“You’re all nerves right now, Arthur. You’re thinking toomuch about this.” Lewis’s voice was so soft it sent Arthur’s heart careening upinto his mouth. Lewis curled his hand over Arthur’s; if he hadn’t taken thebottom of bowling ball, Arthur was sure he might have dropped it.

Lewis led them over to the start of the lane. Gently, he usedhis hands to fix Athur’s stance, Arthur allowing him to position him like an posable mannequin. Once Lewis stepped back, seemingly satisfied, Arthur had achance to breathe— only for the breath to be lost in full when Lewis’s broadchest pressed against his back, hand moving over his own. His palms were damp,and he felt sure the bowling ball would slip if his fingers moved.

Lewis moved with him slowly, like a dance, towards the lane.He moved the arm with the ball and bent Arthur forward with an arm around hiswaist. Arthur was choking on air, and it was harder to catch any for his lungs whenLewis leaned over him. “These are the steps you take… yeah, just like that. Itshould help you keep steady and have more control of the ball. You just can dowhat I just did with you, but a little faster. You don’t have to but— I know ifyou stop worrying and thinking so much, you could really improve your score.You’re more than capable, Arthur.”

“R-right— yeah, I’ll do that, yeah—.” He voice came outwithout any thought, mind too focused on the warmth and solidity pressed to hisback. “I—yeah. Thanks Lewis. It should help. And—yeah.” He could have slappedhimself.

Lewis squeezed his hand. “You’ll do great.” He smiled, andArthur swallowed thickly, nearly blinded by such a brilliant sight. Arthurwasn’t sure if his words would work with him this time, so he offered a nod asLewis moved back to the table, Vivi nudging him with a foot and a cat-likegrin. Arthur turned back to the lane, swallowed, and after a breath ofrecovery, he tried to follow Lewis’s advice. It was by no means as graceful asLewis’s own steps had been, and he nearly dropped the ball, but he managed toget it down the lane, near the center. Half the pins fell from the ball, andanother three were knocked over by the falling pins.  Vivi jumped to her feet with her clapping, movingto hug him.  Lewis smiled proudly, stillclapping at the table.

“That was so good Artie! You got nearly all of them! Andthat was on the second roll! Imagine next round!” She jumped a little whileholding him, forcing him to hold her shoulders so he wouldn’t flail about.

Arthur could feel his face billowing with heat. “Ack—Vivi—need to breathe—!” She seemed to listen somewhat, no longer bouncing inplace, but she didn’t let go yet. She nuzzled into his stomach, and he let outa peal of laughter at the tickling sensation.