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i totally forgot to post these fandom scarves too i made awhile ago

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This is the only day you can reblog this

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the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

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SOME OF THE STUFF

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I rlly like the emphasis that live action one piece is putting on the fact that literally nobody else think about piracy the way luffy does. "Being a pirate is about being free and having friends :3" while every other pirate is doing legitimate career criminal shit around him.

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Hi

I'm alive College is rough Therapy is rougher But both of them are worth it I haven't forgotten about this, nor my project. I'll get it done, it just takes time.

Have a RARE [LIMITED TIME!] unearthed doodle I forgot about in [THE YEAR OF OUR LORD] 2021

thanks, and stay cool my sunshines -Leaf

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got inspired to draw human pinkie pie

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Fuck you. Classpects the Pines Twins.

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An episode of Gravity Falls where Grunkle Stan finds out what Pride Month is and immediately tries to capitalize on it by making cheap snow globes and magnets.

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Boss

[All comics in order here]

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nyanyanyanyanya :3

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random homestuck art X)

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everyone loves Predynastic Egyptian Terracotta Bowl with Human Feet. shout-out to a real one

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A gothic horror story where a gentleman from a good family gets haunted by something monstrous, which follows him around and keeps killing people around him at utter random, in cruel and horrifying ways. Specifically within circumstances where the protagonist has no alibi, and everything indicates that he committed the murders.

But the real horror is not that he would find himself accused of the murders, but that the people around him naturally assume that he did do it, but genuinely do not care, because the victims are never people that the society around him considers "important". The scullery maid of his household is found brutalised beyond recognition in a room where even the ceiling has been splattered with blood, and a constable of the local police brushes it off as a case of household discipline gone wrong, being horrifyingly casual with the assumption that the protagonist severely beat a girl in his service to death, and will dismiss it as an accident. The street urchin that the protagonist was seen talking with - wanting to help this poor little orphan - is found decapitated, severed head in the protagonist's fireplace. This, too, is calmly swept under the rug.

After every horrifying murder, the protagonist tries to seek help, to present the crime to authorities in hopes of getting some semblance of help, or at least clearing his own name of this, but every time it's brushed off. "These things do happen", he is reassured, like it's perfectly normal that a mansion of that size has a secret garden of unmarked graves in one shady corner.

The real horror is the ever-encompassing implication that this is perfectly normal.