#ywah i am

[scorpiontattoo]

You, miss, are a f(aggot)ish /ref

me

[jefferythejelly]

tina fun fact: when she was a child she would bury herself in the woodchips under the playground equipment (for warmth) and sleep at recess and sometimes she would oversleep and miss class

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m literally devastated

[undermattsun]

miki is this still a safe place to say that I miss step bro sr sakusa

ok well define "safe" bc u can always talk to me about toxic 2d men xxx ......but ur not safe from me clowning u bc wdym SAKUSA

[kaisollisto]

I was gonna tell you what I associate you with for the ask game you reblogged and it sort of turned into a poem? so I hope thats okay.

I associate you with -

love of your craft,

the strength of which shines so clearly

tangibly

in the lovely lines wrought by your hands

daily,

even when sick, or exhausted, or angry, or stressed

still, you make artwork from love

(despite, despite, despite)

love of others’ artwork,

your lovely comments on people’s art

with passionate, unabashed enthusiasm

you take people’s vulnerability and hold it gently,

with reverence

and say

this is what I love about your artwork

this is why I love that you shared this

this is how much I love you, the artist

love for your friends,

which you hold in your cupped palms, not your chest

(not enough room in your chest for all the love you have to give)

where it overflows and trickles into every word you write

your whole-hearted, unapologetically loving words,

that are warm enough to be felt through the screen

since you cannot physically reach us

(I hope you know you make people feel loved,

I hope you know that you are also loved)

love of life’s small joys,

the cats that cross your path in life and online,

the sun-soaked clouds in an everyday sky,

the mossy side of rocks that lay unassuming in forests,

you remind me to cherish those small moments

and it’s okay if you aren��t able to agree with me on this, but the association has already been made

and I associate you with love.

🥹😭💥💥 and then I explode and am never to be seen ever again. Thank you all.

[rose022]

all i can hope is that i can help people and make them a little happier. thats it. thats all i want all my life. only priority.

[feral-ass-raccoon]

absolutely love seeing non-americans reacting to the "haha its 4th of july time to play is it guns or fireworks" posts bc Y'all Think We Are Joking. lmao

[malocclusive]

Was confused that I got so many, turns out they just sent me a shitton?

I just wanted one on my school laptop and one on my laptop I use for trivia so folks get a little reminder at my usual venue lol

Bonus stickers!

[save-the-spiral]

A fundamental aspect of my pirate Nolan Stormgate AU is that he is convinced he has utterly no friends. That he is not being supported when accusations are slung his way because no one liked him anyways. That he is somehow just not a good person and the ostracization is at least somewhat justified, even on false charges.

What he doesn't consider is that he's literally a teenager. All teenagers are assholes. Sure, he's especially standoffish, but still. He doesn't know that there is a handful of wizards in Ravenwood that do consider him a friend.

No one's ever told him they were friends, so how could he know? He needs that kind of clarity in relationships, or he will just assume someone is annoying and harassing him, hanging around waiting for him to snap back at them and tell them to go away. He needs them to say they want to be here, that they care about him. No one's ever done that, not really. There are those who he tolerates the presence of, who don't set him on edge, but that's just acquaintances, right?

So when Nolan leaves Wizard City, he assumes there will be no one missing him. His parents may be mad, he did steal some of their things on his way out, after they already disowned him. His last conversation with Professor Cyrus had been abrupt and hurtful, being told to leave him be. Cyrus had been in mourning and Nolan doesn't know how one is supposed to act around someone grieving.

Nolan doesn't think about Duncan. About Marlon or Penny or Mindy or Marla. People who know him, who think of him as a constant. Who walked with him to meals and asked about his studies. Who weren't competition in his school of magic, who didn't poke at him trying to anger him.

How at first when no one would speak Nolan's name after he disappeared, they thought him dead. They thought he may have been attacked by the invading monsters in the city's streets. They imagined him crushed beneath a cyclopes' hammer, mauled by a ghoul.

And to learn he just left? All alone, without a goodbye, without a note?

It hurt. But they had things to do. An Academy to set to rights. A rogue professor to track down so they could clear Nolan's name.

Then they could find him and hug some sense into him. Maybe then he'll understand that you don't just up and leave. That next time, he's taking them all with him.

[tacticaltechs]

lol we're some kind of mentally ill tonight guys

[rockintapper]

just had a dream about skype. the fuck

[ankhisms]

thinks about going on indeed and feels nauseous

[barbatoskisser]

I may have made a miztake

[trashcreatyre]

Hiiiiii more ghost au, this time!! No ghost!!! Some pre-death (ig alive lol) mephiles :))

I have decided for certain that he is a trans man

[qqweebird]

my plan has always been to drop this image in the school of engineering groupme or something when i graduate and now its more poignant than ever lmao i dont want to make it seem like its a direct response to the global situation but. if the shoe fits lol

[ineffablelvrs]

NONONON THIS ISNT HAPPENING THIS CANT BE HAPPENING IM LOSING INTEREST IN BYLER AND STRANGER THINGS