#how im so fragile

[molloyism]

i think i will just retire from the internet and never talk to anyone else ever again

[manticorecure]

goodnight, sweet prince

[s1ck-pupp3t]

I love, Ms Paint. CHEERS!

OK real art dump over. Click MORE for Real dumb stuff

something something They faces killing me why nobody gaf. Its a Transparent .PNg! You can put them any where to Not Care About.

[ego-meliorem-esse]

Mathew and Alfred connected freckles to make constellations as kids(either Alfred’s or Arthur’s) they’d use ink, mud, heck maybe blood

Anon your words have charmed me

[thebusylilbee]

like literally if you don't care about boycotting then fine you don't care, no one can force you and you're still a free human being live your life, just don't fucking act like a whiny baby when you see people actively trying to organize to put pressure on specific targets bc hum... IT'S NOT FUCKING ABOUT YOU THERE'S A WHOLE GENOCIDE HAPPENING YOU FREAK

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive come to realise that i dont actually hate kubokai, i just hate the way people write them

[martyrbat]

monstrilio – gerardo sámano córdova

[TEXT: Our son died before the dogwood pushed out its first flower, a bloom so simple with four white petals and a burst of yellow-green in the center—a beginner’s flower. I believed that flower was my son reincarnated. One believes the stupidest things in grief. I spoke to the flower and called it my son. And then I laughed because how ridiculous—how cruel, really—it would have been if my son was reincarnated as something so ephemeral, frail, and beautiful. I killed that first bloom with one swoop of my hand. Dead again, my son could become something else: the shell of a tortoise, strong and ancient, or a hideous fanged creature deep in the sea where he’d see wonders even he could’ve never imagined.]

[antaripirate]

made this a couple months ago and forgot to post it🫢 (it’s so dumb)

[alexanderpearce]

almost had a cry in the work bathrooms everything has just become shockingly overwhelming 👍 im moving countries in four months and i have no time to do anything because im working insane hours to save money for moving countries in four months!!!!!

[nefariousknife]

Here’s some nightmare fuel: Hex core Caitlyn.

was struck with inspiration at like 10 o’clock last night

guess the snatched waist is a hexcore specialty

[crooked-wasteland]

Can you explain the Limus and Brightman situation? I keep hearing takes but I haven’t found an actual account of what’s happened

So these are the objective facts:

Limus went to a convention and brought a printout of their video thumbnail.

Limus asked Alex Brightman to sign it, which he did.

Limus posted the picture on twitter and Medrano saw it.

Medrano shook the hornets nest that is her fanbase all because her "Fee-fees" got hurt, but also framed her hurt feelings to project it onto Alex Brightman.

That's all there is to it.

[gasstationpopcorn]

can kris stop chopping off his hair like someone heeds to say to his face that longer style simply suits him so so much better, it frames his face beautifully. "kris stop wasting your potential 2025" intervention

[weabooweedwitch]

"Democrats lost because they didn't appeal to enough men and made them feel isolated" ah yes, such as compared to the Republicans who constantly go out of their way to be quite vocal about their respect and admiration for women and trying to appeal to them, right?

[andr0nap-02]

given that arthurs gemini skin probably wont work on umbra i need to figure out how to actually build standard excal

its been 200 years...

[things-falling-apart]

thsi is dovefoot umm she lowkey killed her adoptive parents with much support from her dark forest mom and ummm. she's now in another clan that doesnt know of her crimes . wreaking some havoc there once in a while

or somethign like that

[whitepine-n-stuff]

fragility (p.2)

art made by @malevolentram !!

“s-serapter,” pyro says, feigning a little smile. 

a pained smile.

“sh-shouldn’t you be in bed?” he asks, forcing himself to straighten, the pain in doing to quite obvious and familiar looking to serapter.

“i-i—um, yes, I should be, pyr—uh, sir, my apologies—i- i didn’t mean to um…walk in on…this,” serapter says hurriedly, voice raising an octave at the last bit.

“so uh-…i’ll take my leave, then. h-have a goodnight, sir and byeagainsorryiwalkedinonumthis-” he mumbled, anxiously, beginning to walk off. maybe—if serapter tried hard enough—he could forget the blood. 

god, let him forget the blood.

a calloused hand came to tug on his arm. 

“…no-no, wait. could you stay? please,” he added.

please.

“…wha- what?” serapter said, bewildered.

pyroscythe's grip tightened, just a fraction, on the porcelain.

"just...just for a moment. i...i don't want to be alone right now," he confessed, the words coming out strained. he looked back down at the sink again, reaching up to shut off the tap. the blood there had gone down the drain—though there was the crimson smeared across his yellow, sunflower patterned sweater. 

pyro ran a hand through his tousled hair, letting out a shaky breath, and serapter could see the effort it took to do so.

serapter hesitated.

every instinct told him to run, to pretend, to forget. 

he decided to ignore those instincts, despite the fact he had no idea how to help a man who’s lost his lunch and blood.

“um…okay. okay, i can stay for a bit, sir.” serapter was embarrassed how shaky his voice was.

“do…do you want me to do anything for you, sir?” he looked around the bathroom for a moment, his gaze flicking to the blood on pyros pajamas, and his stomach churned. 

serapter averted his gaze deftly.

pyro let out a sigh, tension releasing his shoulders. “just…be here. thats all. maybe- maybe grab me a towel? there’s one under the sink.” he let go of serapters arm, touch lingering, leaning heavily against the counter, closing his crystal blue eyes.

serapter nodded, scrambling to find the towel, his hands skaking as he unfolded it. he carefully dabbed at pyros face with it, trying to be as gently as possible. pyro flinched slightly at the touch, but didn’t pull away.

“…thank you.” he murmured.

“yeah. anytime,” serapter replied, a subtle smile dawning on his face.

“doo you want me to uh, get dr. woogie-” 

“no-…no, i’m uh…fine. thank you, though.” pyro almost shouts, body writhing faintly. 

serapter notices he looks so pale and drawn, but decides not to say anything as to not stress the man further. 

pyros hair had a grey streak, after all.

and he was only twenty-two.