#THAT WAS MEANT FOR FRIENDS BYE

[imblocking-you]

THE QUICK VIEWS ON TIKTOO WHEN I USED THE DLSU TAG BYE THATS ACC CRQZY HOW EASY THE REACH IS ON THERE AKALA KO NEVER MANGYAYARI TAPOS I DID IT JOKINGLY MUNTIK NA KO MAGKAANXIETY ATTACK DAHIL SA SARILI KONG KAGAGAWAN HAHAHAHAHA

[satosugusbowlofcereal]

hey. hey how do i cope when the trope is two characters who were clearly meant to be together and look deeply into each others eyes every chance they get and know each other in ways no one else can and are very obviously shipped together by the writers and are literally WRITTEN FOR EACHOTHER and desperately in love but they cant be because censorship is a cockblocker please send help soon I'm loosing it

[averlym]

Hi! Would you maybe be willing to draw Fluff, 1 for platonic Kat and Cathy, please? No pressure if not obv!

"wait is that my book" "you mean our book?" (prompt list here)

[hyperfixationwizard]

I feel the need to talk about Graves' betrayal and it's all @alexgalaxyboo 's fault btw.

I don't think we talk enough about,,, what that betrayal meant for Soap man.

He trusted Graves, he thought they were friends- the man saved his life a good handful of times already, and he truely did consider him a friend, perhaps even during the rare downtime they had. And then he turns, and Soap has to fight his way through Las Almas with a bullet in his shoulder that someone he thought of as his brother in arms put there and the knowledge that said man wants him dead.

And there was probably a moment, somewhere between stumbling into the trees, away from the betrayal, and hearing Ghost's voice over Comms im las almas, where Soap had to consider the fact that he may be all alone- he doesn't know if Ghost made it out, if he was captured like Alejandro or perhaps even killed. And maybe there is some part of him that thinks, maybe he betrayed them too. It doesn’t make sense logically, and he doesn't truely believe that, because why would he have yelled for him to run if he had been a traitor? But the thought still stings, because as much as Graves meant to him, Ghost meant just as much, if not more.

Except all the logic in the world won't quite make that little voice in the back of his mind that tells him, 'if one of your friends betrayed you, who is to say the rest won't, too?', shut up. He pushes the fear down, tells himself to focus on getting out, first. And then he hears Ghost over his radio and all he can feel is relief, until that treacherous part of his brain begins to wonder if this could be a trap. And yet he chooses to trust Ghost, still, because he's done nothing to earn his mistrust- the opposite, actually, when he had stayed to make sure Soap got away. He realizes, when Ghost calls him "Johnny" in that worried tone of voice, that he still trusts the man- with his life, and, if he's being honest, with his heart, too.

[night-triumphantt]

so,,,, Pheo said Marcelle's painting was Ivan the terrible and his son Ivan,,, and could not stop til i drew it,,, close ups under the cut if you want some more pain ig (@exilethegame)

[flowersize]

day nine: campfire @mobtober2022

[ilikecheeseandchocolatee]

If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

Okay I really had to think about this and I’m a bit torn, but I’ve settled for one of the two memories that have been contending for first place. I’ll tell you both of them anyway.

The one that has NOT won first place is from 2021, me playing skribbl.in with my discord friends late in the night. I think this will always be one of my most cherished memories because I love skribbl.io, and I’m not allowed to stay up late and I had done it anyway (by sneaking), and my parents are constantly paranoid that I’ll end up talking to someone on the internet (I’m not allowed to speak to people on the internet. Which I do anyway. That’s the only way I can network as an artist who rarely goes out in public.) and getting whisked away and kidnapped and sold for body parts, so I was basically breaking a lot of rules that I didn’t agree with AND I was having a wonderful time with people that cared about me and listened to me and it’s yeah honestly such a cherished memory.

The memory that WON FIRST PLACE tho, is not so glamorous. It was in 2018, I think, and I was in India. I had twisted my ankle a few weeks prior to this memory, and it was raining as I was walking out from school to the bus. I was limping and I had an umbrella with flowers on it. These three guys (from school) behind me poked my umbrella and at first I thought it had been an accident so I ignored them, but then I heard them laughing at me. And making fun of my limp. I ignored them because I was limping and I couldn’t really do much if they all decided to get physical. But they actually followed me quite a ways and eventually they also started making fun of my British accent, and I was getting REALLY fucking worked up. I don’t actually remember what the trigger was, but suddenly I just turned around, limped over to the three guys, and just straight up punched them. They were just standing there while I limped over to them. The one that was in my class turned on his heel and ran in the opposite direction the moment I started limping towards them because he’s seen me in action but the other two guys just stood there like Tf is this little girl gonna do. So I went over, and punched them good. And the look on their faces? I want to see that look again. That day was the day I incited fear in guys from all across my year-group because until then it was only within my class. After that day no one bothered me again, everyone was respectful to me. I really really want to see that look again because the memory of their expressions has all but faded and I really want to just cement that into my brain to cheer me up with I’m feeling low and useless. Btw after I punched them and saw the look on their faces I just turned right around and headed for my bus and they didn’t follow. That adrenaline was coursing through my blood vessels and my heart was thrumming. I only processed what I’d done when I was sitting in the bus. It was a great feeling.

So yeah you’re welcome for the enormous answer.

[lotus-lamps]

man i love how people are like "guys you're all mischaracterizing this person. stop the slander/where is the slander, you guys are always ignoring something something + this other character did something something" and then proceed to mischaracterize that other character in that same post with them getting really annoyed about mischaracterization like. sorry what

[transboykirito]

hi i wrote a fic about kazuto brushing asuna's hair because i lovee my mom and my anon about asuna being biracial has not left my mind once since you sent it okay bye

[br1ghtestlight]

twelve feet deep by the front bottoms is a tinimmy song btw if you even care

[monsterbisexual]

things have been scary n hard n a lot but i do feel good sometimes..theres good things too they might not seem like big things or as meaningful but it still matters n makes a difference! things might get scarier n harder etc overall n probs will at least sometimes.. even when it feels like things shld be easy theyre usually not but im trying ! n thats smth i suppose

[nilisntgreat]

[ghostbeam]

Constantly wondering if anyone has ever accidentally followed me and then realized I completed the mutual by following back and then it was too late to unfollow me

[patronsaint-ofthedenial]

It's comforting to know that once I graduate I'll never have to think about my classmates again. I don't hate them I just don't really care about these people to be fair

[chewwytwee]

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[reblogs-for-the-land-of-snr]

One of my many character flaws is that if we don't talk for too long, I simply forget how to talk to you. But you usually remember how to talk to me. So it's all awkward and depressing. Stressful for me, confusing and hurtful for you.