Tumgik
#okay now im done ^-^
deathricedrawn · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
i'm ready to try
2K notes · View notes
Text
was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-
1K notes · View notes
medicalunprofessional · 5 months
Text
sorry guys they finally showed me peak fiction . Its called “phantom of the paradise”
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
genderkoolaid · 2 months
Text
sorry also what we're NOT gonna do is some conspiratiorial "it was staged" shit. there is no evidence and it is far far far more likely that a person independent decided to shoot him than it is that Donald J. Trump or any of his associates sat down and said "hey. you know what we need right now? for a guy to shoot our presidential nominee, who is already extremely popular, in the head but not so in the head that he dies." that simply did not happen and it is wild to seriously suggest otherwise. be fucking for real
1K notes · View notes
artsy-book · 1 year
Text
been playing more minecraft on the WiiU again, and I really want to draw my lil guy so bad
it's just a red panda skin but I have to draw xem so bad. I will plan to do this tomorrow I think ^-^
1 note · View note
galatariel · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
If you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me. If you don't wanna cry to my music, don't make me hate you prolifically. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (2024)
1K notes · View notes
sciderman · 6 months
Note
How did your meeting go with the surgeons?
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
it was memorable
2K notes · View notes
sweetsweetbumblebee · 2 years
Text
slutshame? no no, slutsupport. slutpride.
13K notes · View notes
manchesterau · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
[Dan]
1K notes · View notes
cheekylittlepupp · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
He justs wants a little bit of blood..
2K notes · View notes
catmask · 1 month
Text
it is insane how normal i am medicated like. you mean this was an option the whole time. what
748 notes · View notes
wuntrum · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
note to self 😁👍
3K notes · View notes
midnightcrows · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Dios Apate minor part 2
—God had just picked up the Saint of Joy bodily and sat her at the edge of the table, and the Saint of Patience had his mouth at God's neck, which was horrible—
2024 Painted over since the faces were bothering me, original below!
Tumblr media
8K notes · View notes
hellishgayliath · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
It is a shame children such as yourselves had to endure such hardships
You all did not deserve to have the weight of the world fall on your shoulders
4K notes · View notes
theminecraftbee · 2 months
Text
a series of fundamental tragedies:
he makes a clone of himself. it’s born screaming and dies screaming. he decides he’s simply never going to think of it again. he doesn’t.
he makes a clone of himself. it speaks of being from hell; it speaks of being the worst of him. he defeats it and destroys the machine. sometimes he remembers it, but he’s too busy running away from everything else, too, to really care.
the world is nothing but clones of him, if he thinks about it, which is frightening, so he doesn’t think of a cast made entirely of versions of himself at all until one cuts off his arm. then he won’t stop dreaming about it.
he meets a clone of himself; it’s not worth questioning from where. he’s met it time after time; it calls itself evil, but it’s mostly just a nuisance. then, one day, it’s not, and the scars still run down his arms. lichtenberg figures look like tattoos if the viewer doesn’t know any better, and it’s not like he knew he’d actually be evil this time. it’s always been a game before.
she’s not sure who makes who. she’s not sure who survives. only one of them makes it, and she makes sure everyone else forgets. it’s really for the better.
616 notes · View notes
acekindaneat · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Good thing there's espers on board, no car crashes today everyone 👍
6K notes · View notes