#LIKE TF????!?!!??!?!?!

[joethehoeee]

You know, I have this problem...

The problem is that whenever I have a question (one particular hard to answer) I NEED an answer.

The question is...What car does Walter Strickler from Trollhunters tales of Arcadia drive?

It's stupid I know but I am desprate for the answer. I love his car in particular (not only bc I love the character) because it's more uh..."sharp" I like such cars.

I have a few pics and maybe ONE person has more knowledge about cars (or how to google them) as me...

I know bad quality BUT the show has the same car in Red.

So I ask DESPERATELY to give my stupid brain peace... I know I know, not the post anyone expected. 😭

AND I KNOW. YOU DESERVE STRICKLAKE. I still have old drafts with old artstyle wi h I WILL post and bc I have such a boring question for you, I will give a sneakpeak.

[scramratz]

Did you know it’s legal in the USA for mattress companies to put fiberglass in their mattresses? They don’t even have to label them! So if you wanna commission me so I can buy a new bed I won’t stop you

[wanologic]

always good to keep a screamhole handy

[bloominglegumes]

(ref from here)

the cutest guy ever!!!!!

[gingiekittycat]

I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.

Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?

Where is my motivation to keep going?

It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.

It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.

[fjordline]

[not-so-rosyyy]

#me at every function where there are people

Nicola Coughlan as Penelope Featherington in Bridgerton S3

[deunmiu-dessie-sideblog]

lmao thinking about how the tf141 men know you're serious by the way you say their given names. like they just turn docile immediately, no matter what they're doing or their positions.

“kyle, johnny, zip it.” swiveling in your chair, you turn your gaze towards them and glare, lips set into a thin line. the two men who sit next to each other stop their quiet bickering and nod softly, focusing on laswell once more.

ghost usually avoids doing med checkups when the time of year rolls around and it just ends up making the medical professional's jobs harder than it needs to be (they usually come to you in order to get him to do it.) “simon, i’m not in the mood. now.” he sulks and broods (swears he doesn't.) but nonetheless does the med check up, that you sit in on so he doesn't run.

price isn't exempt from it either, despite being captain. during a mission including farah and her people, the two had been going back and forth on the trek to the meet-up point. annoyed you had stopped price with a hand to his chest and met his eyes. “john, leave it alone. we don't have time for this.” he’d kept eye contact for a bit but had nodded, clapping you on the shoulder. “heard, seargent.”

ppl call you the 141 whisperer 💀 lolll

[delicatepointofview]

[gun shot]

[thebibliosphere]

I've talked about this before, but emotional dysregulation is such a mother fucker aspect of ADHD.

Like, sure, not being able to regulate my attention sucks, but it's genuinely fucking nothing compared to the absolute rollercoaster of emotions I just went on because someone said something in a shitty tone, and now I'm having to actively walk myself through DBT methods lest my idiot shit for brains 'shiny-can't-sit-still-disorder' drop the match on that particular bridge because the rejection sensitive dysphoria feels like my chest is burning and not being able to act on the hurt feels like I'm suffocating under the weight of emotions pushing down on me and lashing out in anger is quicker than taking the time to self soothe.

And the annoying fucking thing is I know it's me.

I've done enough therapy to know my emotional response to their shittiness is overblown and dysregulated. I know I'm taking it to heart more than they could ever imagine.

And I've got to fucking sit with that and process it because if I don't, I'll be the inconsiderate cunt in this interaction and hhnnggg--wailing, gnashing, biting my thumb at you in the marketplace, etc, etc.

[maybmila]

Stay tf away from him ur scaring him lamb

Messy incorrect quotes there will be more

[soranatus]

STARSCREAM In the second trailer for TRANSFORMERS ONE (2024)

[bloominglegumes]

tf one orion scribbles,,,, hes just a little guy,,,,,

[egguv]

no reflection needed.

[venusart-1707]

Starscream taking off his heels after work because the idea came into my brain and wouldn’t leave