#MORE old stuff

[go-star-sailor]

she’s just so cool i cannot lie

[anskapaints]

I have more matching shirts! (I have even more to be honest, but that image is stuck in development hell. 😩 ) I like giving Astarion one of those cozy outfits after his act 2 scene. You can be both cozy and dashing, bestie.

I was quite happy with this one at the time because it has *gasp* a background and something like a composition.

[formalmess]

domestic 💛💚

[heartsquigz]

[grimeowkin]

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being emotionally unavailable

[yourfavvvintj]

end zone

i’ll see you in the end zone i’m never gonna make it i’m playing every failure in my mind until i die

i won’t see you in the end zone i’m never gonna make it i’m crying and i’m crying and everything is fucked up

i don’t believe in end zones i’m never gonna make it let’s just get it over with let’s end it now, let’s end it now

i hate the fucking end zone i’m never gonna make it it’s never gonna happen it doesn’t even exist

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@ravensncrowsx @regardingrowan @inkandteaxx @salmonsushi13 @yourlocalbadgerscales @rainystarssx @somemismatchedsocks

[tigersharrrk]

[redthunderstorm]

[regwishesshehadmagic]

[bloodsewer]

[carbone-arts]

I headcanon that he floats when he's happy

[solareclipse-vr]

[dmarchives]

[rangelssss]

GUESS WHO FOUND their Tumblr password after 2 years ...me

[cy-writes]

Ironically,

“Everything in moderation,”

Is what they all say.

But how, just how,

Do we know where to meet halfway?

I don’t know anymore,

It seems like I always take the extreme.

Where is this balance we seek?

Or is it just some unrealistic pipe dream?

“Don’t be overly selfish;

Greed helps no one but yourself,”

I’ve done just that, given my everything,

But where is the help I need for myself?

I’ve never been needy,

Never asked for anything much,

To the point where I don’t have ambitions,

And only your ‘thanks’ as a crutch.

Ironically, when I start asking,

Even for the smallest of things,

The guilt of this curse called ‘selflessness’,

Crushes my soul and clips my wings.

“Positivity is contagious!

Fake it ‘til you make it!”

On the surface, it seems easy,

But it’s not perfect, I’ll admit.

Laughing along with you,

When there are pent up feelings I can’t voice,

Is it worth this fake happiness?

Hah! But now, it’s not by choice.

Ironically, when I try to vent,

Even if it’s just a frown,

Is enough negativity,

To bring us both down.

Am I the one that’s broken?

Everyone else seems to be doing just fine,

Whatever I do to fix this,

The stars just never seem to align.

I’m just doing what we’re taught,

The strict rules to make you a “better” person,

But why is it that I don’t seem better,

And rather it’s me who’s begun to worsen.

Ironically, this doesn’t mean it’s bad advice,

It’s not just me or the world that’s in the wrong.

But how do we know when we’re going too far?

What do we have to do just to belong?

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.