#but i cannot

[may12324]

she just wants to kiss all the pretty girls

[waddei]

quick ctubbo having hot cocoa with tommy and micheal b :)

[radios-universe]

oh no… diagnosis is loneliness… my heart is breaking… i need a non-dating dating app to find aroace people in my area NOW STAT

[substituted-shinigami]

[iwanttobepersephone]

Y'all ever get into a fandom and while looking at fanart of a character you see something that hints at a certain thing and you're like "well THAT'S an interesting spoiler" and you now cannot think about that character without thinking about that implication?

Cause that's me with Grian

[sunglassesmish]

i did not just see a poster that someone got a lot of the spn cast to sign with sam and dean on either side of the poster. and then misha signed right at the top with an arrow pointing to dean and it said ‘my little bitch’ 😭😭😭😭

[hackfurs]

i want general tsos chicken

[stopstopstopit]

The Marshal and the Mandalorian.

[73647e]

me resisting the urge to open ao3 and read anderperry fanfiction

[pinehurst]

That latest chapter?? LITERAL CHILLS!!! It was honestly such a revolutionary chapter like we got so much. There was angst, comedy, fluff, Damianya bickering, familial love, and a dive into Damian’s backstory!! The way that it’s a canonical, Endo-approved, objective, legit, valid, for real fact that they’re friends now is just so nice. Like yes! Character development!!! There it is all shiny and framed! I can’t wait to see how this changes their interactions at school. I feel as though now Damian and Anya may start being more real with each other? They may start confiding in each other about things they can’t with others, or at least Damian lol (I have a feeling that Emile and Ewen may not know so much about Damian’s personal life either). I actually cannot type my feelings into words it’s times like this i wish i were more eloquent oadijsfpijasd;ij

[robot-electro-jones]

Night scribbles

Also yes, the first, fourth and fifth drawings is human RJ (not humanoid, completely human)

[celtic-crossbow]

Hhhhhhhhnnnngggg

[sweetmyrrhs]

i have been loved but i cannot love.

I have my first lover's tongue; she taught me how to run my mouth like a sailor. It was a sneaky virus, one that planted curses and insults and swears into my spine where it lies dormant. Through her breath I have been infected with her tongue — and it spreaded to my eyes too, she never turned her head — I eye people with disdain, glaring at them sideways — I have no care in the world. She rammed a wooden chair against the classroom window once, her wrath extending to the shattered glass that lay like a butterfly's broken wings. Her tongue speaks of rage and bitterness and hurt, and through it I can taste the way she cried in her room, helpless as the only person who loved her in her childhood left, the way she speaks of her alcoholic mother who spends her money on amethyst beds and private jets instead of even casting a loving glance at her. She is broken, her tongue is sharp — I break, I sharpen my tongue.

I have my twin's eyes, she guides me with my pen — my pen is hers, and hers mine. I see the world partially in her saturated lens, the leaves shades of lime and chartreuse and viridian green, her cheeks pink like the light stain of cherry juice on someone's fingers when she smiles awkwardly, her lips twitching a little. Nothing is dull with the way she sees the world; in each corner of the street, where a sparrow is perched on the overhang like dust clinging to wool, or where a dove is nested in the twisted embrace of the branches, I can hear her point and say "that's a ringneck dove" or "did you know that house sparrows could swim?" She knows I see her in a stray cat wandering the pavements, staring at me with wide, knowing eyes, a glint of mischief reflecting off the amber. Light twinkles in her breath. She is quiet, but she sees, she watches, she knows, and her pen runs on paper like water on rocks.

I have my best friend's heart. Through her my arteries sigh and blood circulates in them — she is brilliant, a miracle the way humans should have never existed according to the laws of entropy, but she does. There is a halo tangled in her once-black-now-blue hair that feels like lemon mint lollies and glows like a sweaty summer sheen, one that I never ran my fingers on. They manifest like horns, like a gentle crescent — like an angel, a peregrine, she spreads her wings and let meteor showers pierce them instead of me. The safety of knowing I could always depend on her, the safety of knowing I could wander and roam and be lost and be free and be found by a lighthouse by the water — it thunders like a steady heartbeat, and a gentle heart thunders.

I am pieced together by so much love, love that was fresh rain, love that was a dwindling flame, love that went far and wide and always became — love that was a forgiving thunderstorm, love that was an arsonist's lullabye, love that cradled nothing but void and never came. Love rolls off me like sweat and oil, yet I love like sandpaper on skin, like an old farmer's callous palms. I cannot trace my fingertips on someone's skin without scraping them with my sharp nails. I cannot give a tender compliment without a sharp retort — I know I am not a lover, because I have been loved with cruelty and mercy and suffering and bliss. I have only loved with me, and me alone.

Like a tumultuous sea I am no lover. I punish with harsh waves, I overthrow boats and ships until canvas sails lay tattered on the blue. I love with my hands, the part of me that was always mine, rough and untouched and never softened, and I rob the breath from their lungs until I become oxygen itself. I am not God, but oh, would I love by nailing myself to a cross, I would love angry and gory and bloody and mean if it would mean anything more. Forgiving is the word I would look for, and love is nothing but ruthless, and I am everything but ruthless.

[newtdrawz]

I wanna draw SO bad 😭 I wanna draw the requests in my ask box and I wanna draw incorrect quotes I found LITERALLY UGHHH 😭

Everytime I pick up my little apple pen I jjst can't do it 😭

[palmtreepalmtree]

Have you ever had to forcibly put on a good mood? Like just will yourself to not be grumpy and glower?

[disassembly-designation-n]

dont play truth or dare with V, and especially run away if you choose dare and she takes 14 minutes to get back.

i cant let uzi know, i have to wear this horrible thing for 24 hours or else she will out me, this is blackmail