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With all the events going on recently I think it’s time to post this image againbc i’m tired of this shit 

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hey so i know its been a long time since ive posted but its mainly because ive moved over to instagram now; i would appreciate it if you follow me on @cubesartspace.png on instagram cuz thats where i post my art stuff! thats all for now, ty ;;;

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Man though you know what makes me sorta sad is when nerdy, “quiet” kids latch on to me during camp and they just talk and talk and talk about a thing they’re into (Skyrim, Pokemon, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, dinosaurs, whatever). And I see the kids just light up when they say something and I can chime in with an ‘oh hey, are you talking about [x]? I love that thing! Tell me more about it.’

Like, their parents will warn me ‘so-and-so is pretty quiet and hard to engage’ but no, man, just listen, your kid is so smart and so into This Thing, they’ll engage like fuck and talk your damn ear off it you let them. Frame it in their damn terms. Or! Just! Listen to them about their Thing! And they will engage with the rest of the material! Because they know you care about them! Amazing!!!

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this post resurfaced again and can yall just accept that its a joke and move on thank you

Durarara: an incredibely complex show with many different dark and disturbing themes and even more characters that are all spent nearly equal time developing on

Fandom: heueheu we liek the strong boi and the flea boi

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can i get one durarara but its set in the victorian era

that would be like 10 times funnier to me cuz of all the weird ass shit that happens already but its even worse cuz the victorian era was weird as s h i t

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izaya: whys our fandom dying

shizuo: maybe because it kind of self destructed on itself

izaya: nah its all that one person durararaworld who left for a long ass time lmao

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izaya: now remember kids, if you ever feel sad

izaya: eat your emotions you arent allowed to feel sad

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yes its my boy denki who did not deserve to be suplexed

rare footage of all might suplexing a young teen

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rare footage of all might suplexing a young teen

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the new aesthetic is izaya getting fucking destroyed on the last episode of every season

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alright time for my unpopular opinion

shizaya isnt that complex i have never seen a fic of shizaya where it got more complex than some tsundere situation with shizuo

no im not saying you cant ship it so dont say im being mean im giving my honest opinion that doesnt affect you irl so please dont go off

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Durarara: an incredibely complex show with many different dark and disturbing themes and even more characters that are all spent nearly equal time developing on

Fandom: heueheu we liek the strong boi and the flea boi

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if i cant get my van gang ova then by god ill

not make one for sure probably like cry or somethin idk

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can tumblr bots actually be any fucking worse rn

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500 Raffle 3rd Place Fic

@where-is-reality‘s summary of their desired fic:  “Since Izaya like to believe he's a god, I think it would be interesting to see a fic where an actual god comes and tells him "nope" and turns him into a dog until he learns to be humble. Shizuo ends up finding him shivering in an alley and takes him home. Izaya begins to see Shizuo as the kind person he is. Ft. All of Ikebukuro fawning over him and calling him a good boy”

(for a reference, this is the dog I chose)

Dog or Flea? It Takes a God to Know!

The night was cool, and the sky was dark. The glare of the moon through Orihara’s window was too bright for him, so he closed the curtains and went back to his computer. He had just finished up a job, and was finalizing a few things. Suddenly, he heard a loud crash come from a different room. He couldn’t get in here, could he?, he thought. Getting up from the dimly lit computer, he went to go see what it was. When he got to the door, there was another crash from inside the room. He quickly opened the door to see…

Some random old man. He was dressed like a homeless citizen, with gray hair to match. He was casually sitting on the edge of Orihara’s bed, like this was a normal occurrence. The man looked up at him from his slouched position. Do you believe in a god?, the man asked, slowly getting up.

Orihara was too confused to deal with this, but he played along. Of course not. While I may not know if there is a true God, I also couldn’t care, Orihara answered, Besides, humans always cling to some greater power to make them feel as if their pitiful lives have meaning when they really don’t, he continued, shrugging.

I see, the old man stated, so you believe you yourself are equivalent to a god, yes? Orihara had no reply to this. Your silence speaks volumes. Well, I suppose it makes sense that you of all people would believe that, you dog. Izaya snickered at that nickname.

A dog, yeah? What a lovely nickname, Orihara stated sarcastically, Now i must ask that you leave my house. The old man started slowly towards the door, but before he exited the room, he gave Orihara a firm pat on the shoulder, and quietly stated, You better watch yourself. Angering the wrong people may leave you in deeper shit than you ever were before.

Orihara felt weird after that shoulder pat, but he couldn’t quite explain it. The old man exited the apartment, leaving no trace of ever being there. Orihara could not find what made the loud crashes, as there was nothing displaced in his room. He cursed quietly then went to bed, as it was rather late.

Orihara doesn’t dream normally, and this couldn’t be considered a dream either, according to him. While he slept, he heard the old man's voice ringing in his head, echoing the same statement over and over again.

You better watch yourself.

Better watch yourself.

Watch yourself.

Watch.

Your.

Self.

Morning had finally come after a long night. Orihara’s eyes opened and immediately knew something was different about him. Mainly because he was a dog. Apparently it isn’t that difficult to tell that you’ve become a dog. Did he even want to question it at this point? Not really. He got up from underneath his covers and trotted over to the closest mirror. He seemed to be a gray Akita. Quite ironic, as the 8th of April was coming up in just a day. The celebration of Hachiko, the Akita who waited for his deceased master by a train till death.

I suppose this is my punishment from the old man, he thought, as he no longer had the ability to speak, perhaps he was some form of a god. That would explain how he got in. Izaya didn’t quite know what to do, so he waited for Namie’s arrival. When she arrives she’ll probably act like any typical human would react to seeing a dog, pet it, make those weird squeals, and think that I’m some loyal companion, he imagined. He could not have been more wrong, as soon as she saw him she kicked him out, into the streets of Ikebukuro. She was thoughtful enough to give him a ‘Lost Dog’ box for him to sit in.

He decided to see what he could possibly do while like this. Perhaps it would be interesting. Maybe he would be taken in, since he didn’t know how long he would be like this.

Throughout the course of the day, he was yelled at, gawked at, and even chased by some little brats. The van gang wouldn’t stop calling him a… good boy. Simon even tried to give him a flier for his restaurant. HE also called Orihara a good boy. Everyone called him a good boy. Those words were getting sickening at this point. Currently he was hiding in a shaded alley, as the day had gotten too warm for his long coat.

Hey, is that a dog over there?, someone wondered. Looking over to who was talking, he spotted those kids from Raira. The girl with the glasses was the one who pointed him out, looking directly at him. The other two boys seemed to have noticed him now, too. No point in hiding anymore. He trotted out, panting from the heat.

Poor thing, she added, she must be so warm, should we take her to a shelter? Maybe to that doctor……nevermind, not there. But somewhere out of the heat at the very least?

Sh…she…???

The blonde one wrapped his arms around Orihara. Ah, so soft!♡

The shy looking boy started listing off the nearest places that will allow dogs. They brought him to many different places that wouldn’t take him. By the end of the day, it had begun to rain, making for horribly humid temperatures. While the trio were talking with a young lady who ran a shop, he decided to run off. The trio had noticed he was gone too late, and had to give up their ‘quest’. How boring, Orihara thought, shivering in an alley. It was so humid, yet he was shivering. I suppose I’m ill, he concluded, I will most likely die here. He curled up on the ground, accepting his new fate.

He felt every raindrop on his face, how it quickly plopped onto his body, then soaked through his fur. It was an interesting feeling. Perhaps this is what death feels like. One large drop from a wire above consistently dropped on his nose.

Plop.

Plop.

Plop.

…

No plop.

He looked up, and saw him standing above him, with an umbrella. Shizu-chan?, he thought. He instinctively tried to get back, but was too sick to move. Poor dog. People who let their animals wander don’t deserve them in the first place. Heiwajima picked Orihara up, and carried him someplace that was presumably his house. Oh the irony, Orihara thought, If he knew who I was, I would be dead already.

When they got inside, Orihara had already begun to feel better. Perhaps he was just being overdramatic. (Author Note: He was just being overdramatic.)  Heiwajima set him down on a wrinkled blanket, and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a small bowl of brown rice, and another bowl with water. (Author Note 2: Yes, Akitas can eat brown rice) Orihara was so distracted by the whole day, he hadn’t even thought of eating or drinking. He was hesitant to take the food at first, but eventually took it.

He expected much less than this, especially from the monster. He looked up at Heiwajima, as they were both eating their respective meals. Perhaps… He actually had a heart after all. Perhaps he had the minimum amount of affection that a human being could have. Perhaps…

Perhaps.

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i cant wait for steven universe to form voltron

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