#March 3 2023

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: Quackity!

Quackity: Shh! Don't talk English, don't talk English– [...] Tubbo, Tubbo, they hate Americans, they're targeting Americans, so just speak Spanish, ok? All the Spanish you know, just speak it.

Tubbo: ¡Si si si! ¡Si! Co- uh... El comprende.

Quackity: [Quiet laugh]

—

Squidcraft was a bit of a hot mess, but I still remember this moment and Quackity's fond little laugh as Tubbo tries his best to speak Spanish :')

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Freya

[briefcasejuice]

for me, reading daredevil is pausing every few mins and going, "i can't believe this guy thinks he's nothing like his brother."

[eons-arts]

charms based off jerma, connoreatspants and stonepa :3

[mermaidinthecity]

findingxfletcher: your mother undercover for pfw @undercover_lab

[gothmusiclatinamerica]

Remember to support artists on Bandcamp Friday!

[averbaldumpingground]

Eyes close like doors, that once, maybe, could have led somewhere.

In the hallway, the nurse is fixing her hair, politely unobtrusive. The monitors will beep for another minute or two after.

And then here's no one rushing in when they finally stop.

[vyxart]

[music-asylum]

March 3, 2023

[mycrimesofpassion]

"I am so close to believing"

Hayley Williams sang these words at a Paramore show in Peru. I am unwell.

edit: sang it during the south america leg and taylor swift's the eras tour 😭

[druggeddraccus]

i just bought plane tickets to ireland ☘️ in september!! i get to see my best friend 🥰

im so fucking excited. it’s not in june like i originally was wanting. but that just means more time to save and build up my PTO (anytime i think of calling out i will remember this and not do it…)

now to research how international flights work so that hopefully i won’t be a giant ball of anxiety

[radioelly]

early shuake v third sem shuake based on this meme:

[adam-trademark]

Expectant

(March 10, 2023)

[crescentfool]

it's mochizuki monday! have some old doodles because i miss him 💛

[averbaldumpingground]

The stars fell while you waited, patient as the light, grateful for the scraps of his regard he threw, and you as eager as an aging dog beneath the overburdened table.

Perhaps it is unkind, the lack of sentiment, of admiration for your steadfast truth, your loyal reticence to think first of yourself. But when the world became what it is now, a smouldering of ash, the soot beneath my raw and blistered fingers, perhaps there is no kindness that was left.

[rabbitmilk]

3.7.23