#Dont Worry About Me

[skylarkking]

MTMTE characters I would absolutely shower with cute aggression.

Rung. LET ME SQUISH THIS MF'S FACE AND KISS IT AND LOVE HIM AND JUST SHOWER HIM WITH LOVE AND AFFECTION!

Whirl. I WILL GIVE THIS TOUCH STARVED CHAOS GOOSE SO MUCH LOVE HE'D FUCKING EXPLODE! HE DESERVES GENTLENESS AND COMPASSION AND HUGS AND JUST AHHHHHHHH!

Megatron. Now, this... this mf won't just get cute aggression from me. Megadilf is a bot I am willing to die for.

Misfire. *INCOHERENT GOBLIN SCREECHING*

Brainstorm. FUCK MAN I JUST AHHHHHH! LET ME SQUISH THAT FACE AND COVER HIM IN KISS MARKS!

Yes I am TOTALLY normal and NOT AT ALL DERANGED from pain meds.

[artbybai]

Have Mercy On Me // Finally, Peace

Z Broly Angst doodle fan comic whatever

Ramble ( TW // Ideation headcanon )

Had the devastating realization/headcanon that maybe Z Broly saw fighting Goku as his only way out of the hellish suffering he was being put through by his own father all his life. There was no rivalry. Death was his only escape. Broly likely knew that he’d end up killing himself by letting loose all his power at once, or that Goku could at least be the catalyst for it.

Maybe Broly wasn’t even fully trying to destroy the Z Fighters, but just making it a good show for his father to give him the impression of doing his bidding—until Paragus ran. Abandoned him, after everything.

And then Broly didn’t care anymore. His efforts, wasted; every day he has ever been alive. His freedom after crushing Paragus wasn’t worth sticking around for anymore, given that the Z Fighters and everyone else would already consider him a threat in need of being put down for good, anyways. A freak. The devil himself. Nobody would ever even try to save him, like he once did for another, even as a baby.

Broly was screaming for mercy when he called for Kakarot, challenged him to fight, threatened to take away everything Goku loved. Of course the Z Fighters were in mortal danger, BUT, they were still in good enough condition that a senzu bean could heal them. That just… Sticks out to me. Broly easily could have one-shot TPK’d every single one of them once he went LSSJ.

He just wanted to escape.

(Of course I’m reading way too far into it all lol BUT this character speaks to me personally somehow. Broly’s tragedy of a story tears at my heartstrings like no other character before him the more I delve into what his character can be and mean. His story is a powerful warning and a heartfelt comfort, a devastating mirror.)

[fortunatefires]

AHHHHHH WE GOT OUR FIRST WISE GIRL!!!

[ex0rin]

considering doing a third rewatch of The Boys just so I can timestamp all the times Hughie tears up through the series

[tame-a-messenger]

This darn drought, man. Got me going back to the classics.

Like Mr. Grub opening that beer can with his bare hands in that Let's Do This episode and then saying he "likes Angela the most."

(I'm delusional) If I were to ship anyone at Smosh, it would be Mr. Grub and Angela. (I need help)

[inuamaru]

fuck yeah little man

[propertyofkylar]

using teeth on kylar. how would it go down

loves it. immediately. LOVES IT and needs more.

if i can't do a lil bit of light painplay with kylar then what's the point of living? what's the use? there's nothing. there's not point kylar please please please please please please please let me bite your cock just a little please please please please

[nuppu-nuppu]

Sorry for not being able to make good art anymore

[wannaeatramyeon]

I guess as one of your beloved anons I must do this. Take a rest or I will shoot. ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一

[magnoliasandarson]

longing

There is something poisonously romantic to my longing. I lay awake when my mind refuses to slow- racing with fancies of other worlds and unanswerable questions. I relish in the fact my tears have eroded tracks in my skin on their path down my face. I trace them and wish for the river to run again- if only to prove that it still can.

I cower in the darkness and press my palms into my eyes until false stars appear. I count them and search for meaning to it all. I long for the days when all I had were stars.

I had nothing at all, but I had the stars.

When my voice gave out as I pounded my fists against the door, I had my stars. When I sobbed my little heart out, I had the flickering lights above me to steady my breathing. When all seemed lost, there was guidance to be found in the cosmos.

Now I don't have my stars. I have a life, a home, a dream that keeps my blood rushing, but I don't have my stars. I clawed my way from an unearned purgatory, covered my scars with gold and proclaimed them art, and used the skeleton of what I was once to become more. It is not enough.

I used to be so sure. Laid atop dewy grass, the sky revealed my destiny. There was a world beyond the agony; there was a future brighter than the darkness; it was all there for me to take. The stars swore upon the earth that it would be so. Now, when I search the heavens, there is no meaning.

In the most twisted desires of my achy mind, I long desperately for the days of ruined vocal chords, bloody hands, and cosmic truths.

I have climbed the mountain, but my heart rends itself for the valley.

[acornmaybe]

Reacting to my own messages so I feel important

[peachyykira]

hey what if I didn’t always feel like I was one sentence from being too much? what if I didn’t feel like it was just a matter of time before it all falls apart?

what if I didn’t have big feelings about things all the time?

what if I wasn’t the human equivalent of a lost little puppy? what if I wasn’t so clingy and needy all the time?

but most especially what if I just believe him when he tells me things when there’s absolutely no reason not to believe him?

[haunted-headset]

me: *reblogs really depressing traumacore shit*

irl friends: *see this & go fucking feral while asking me if I'm okay & if i need the suicide hotline number*

me:

[rhinozilla]

I have a Thing happening tomorrow, and it's making my anxiety really ramp up. Like, I've already had a few cries about it, will probably definitely have a few more in the next 24 hours. I've been in a weird headspace all week about it. It really isn't that dramatic and is in fact objectively a positive Thing, but my brain has decided to be dramatic about it, and I have been unsuccessful in trying to rationalize myself out of the anxiety spiral.

So I'm either going to get home from work and disassociate all evening about it, or I'm going to be manically searching for distractions. Coin toss on which way it goes. I'll decide in the car.

If anybody wants to help with said distractions, feel free to jump in my inbox and ask me stuff. About any of my fics, share some headcanons about DBH or Sandman, yell about something completely unrelated, whatever.

And I apologize in advance for being fucking weird for the next 24 hours. It will abruptly be back to normal tomorrow night after the day is done, I have no doubt.

[sircrowchad]

I wanna curl up and never wake.

[kickassfu]

love it when ppl post other ppl's art but don't even credit it (which even if u credit if you don't have the artists consent you still suck ass but like AT LEAST credit the artis). just tag it "not my work". and then ppl reblog it until it ends up on my dash, and i check to see if the op is the artist and i read that tag and get annoyed with everyone. the op and everyone that reblogged it.

idk with so much art theft ppl could at least spend 2 seconds checking if it's the original artist before reblogging something.

not saying that i haven't fucked up cause i probably have but like damn y'all