#so it’s okay

[cubbyyyy]

You know what makes me sit in silence everytime i think about it?

The fact that Andrew was attracted to every version of Neil.

He thought he was hot when he still had his brown eyes/brown hair

He thought he was hot when he had blue eyes/brown hair

He thought he was hot when he had blue eyes/auburn hair and the number 4 tattooed under his eye. ”you are a pipe dream“ , he said, looking at Neils bruised and most honest self.

Then Baltimore. Neil got tortured. Got bruised all over his skin, scars that’ll never be forgotten and what does Andrew do? He asks yes or no and kisses his hip.

It sure af wasn’t love at first sight but the fact that his initial attraction never faded gives you a hint about what Neil is for Andrew.

(Not to mention how the versions of Neil changed the more Andrew learned about Neil as well. First he was Neil. Then he was Abram. Then he was Nathaniel. Until he finally became Neil Abram Josten.

All the lies. All the truths. It all came together and Andrew was there during all of it).

and if I start talking about Neil falling for Andrew the more he learned about him and the role he took over-

(Neil is there to protect the one who protects them all)

[dndadsepisodecovers]

Ep.33.01- Anchor Management

[jasontoddsguns]

This excludes batman because he fucking sucks-

[insomniackel]

Spiderbit Theme Week from @anonymous-dentist in which I choose cooking!

I live in denial simply and bad at drawing food :3 I pretend they are getting a plate and putting food on it while being insufferably sappy

[caitlynmeow]

she’s such a menace

[rosesraeken]

no she’s not happy about it

[toreii]

Welp…looks like I’ll be playing this in English instead. Thank goodness I didn’t start Harrison’s route yet.😅 I rather be patient, and wait for the official translation.

[chqnverse]

Chan is officially trying to drive me crazy and it’s working 🙂

I- Chris why?

[saltedcherri]

Little Lloyd is everything to me

I adore little Lloyd every time he smiles I feel joy

[villianwife]

pussy from a boy with mommy issues

[ghostampede]

its tuesday. maybe. lying on a stiff bed, you can’t recall. you’re in a hotel room. the lights are out, only illuminated by white streetlights and faded stars. the clock says it’s 11:00 pm. then 12:45. then. 2:30. you give up on sleeping in favour of brushing blue hair from your eyes and moving towards the light. the room’s got those uncannily familiar yet distant feeling carpets. ripped key card envelopes and unfinished songs scattered across the geometric brown patterns that are definitely stained by multiple things at this point. you don’t care enough to know. there’s barely any space between you and the window above the radiator. there never is. there never was. especially not if he was here. when he was here. if he was ever here. you have a migraine. your painkiller bottles are scattered across the plush white seats of your king size. reaching across towards the newly untouched half of the bed, you grab the closest one to you. and then another. and then another. they’re all empty. the faded stars mock you from their seat in the sky. you wonder if they’re mocking him too, if he can even see them too. he would be mocking you too at this point when he was here. if he was here. was he ever here? you should double check tour dates and places again. you check the clock for now. it’s 3:38 am. standing back up against the radiator, you wonder what you’ll be doing tomorrow. eat, write, play, sleep, seems to be the obvious answer. staring towards the distant glittering cityscape, you wonder what he’ll be doing tomorrow. your stomach turns as you imagine shit food and tangy orange and stale walls and him. the billboard that’s shining far too brightly in the neon lights distract you momentarily. you wonder if there’s a billboard on the moon or if there’s peace found out in space. away from here. away from them. away from him. but you’re not a fucking astronaut. doesn’t matter how many space themed songs you write, or how many identical hotel rooms you run to, you’re here now in the now whether you like it or not. you could go for a cigarette. your phone buzzes. it’s 4 am. you should sleep. you stare at the empty half of your bed and lie down in your carved out cave if marble, pretending like the weight of the last god-knows-how-long isn’t affecting you

[escvision]

I want to thank you Europe (and Australia) for voting for Cha cha cha and giving so much love to our Käärijä, we truly appreciate it💗💚

[the-theatre-swiftie]

if i ever date someone and they think that giving each other sweaters every december 3rd is a stupid tradition they’re getting dumped immediately

[tintedglasses]

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[adumpofdumbstuff]

Long story that I couldn’t cover in the tags below the cut:

I had a hunch for years, ever since I was like 6-8 that Santa was either not real or kinda stupid. I remember asking for a present one year (a playset of a sort) and I got a different one and that’s when my faith was shaken. Then a later year I got something I wanted that I never mentioned to my parents, so then I started believing in Santa again. I didn’t suspect the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy. My parents always seemed clueless as to the whereabouts of the eggs and I’m a light sleeper so I couldn’t see one of my parents sneaking into my room at night. One Easter, it took me a whole month to find the last egg. Would Mom put me through that torture?

When I was 15, I just decided to ask my mom and after a bit of prying, I made her admit it. Both of my parents were my Santa and they were each others’ Santas. I asked her about the egg. “If it was high up, it was one Dad hid.” “It wasn’t high, it was in a basket under the table.” “I’m a bad bunny.” she said.

And then she had a few interesting stories about sneaking into my room as the Tooth Fairy.

So yeah it took me a while to really figure it out but I did.

Afterwards I insisted on also pitching in partially as my parents’ Santa by going to a store with a budget and buying the things, and I’d sneak in some things I wanted too and I’d just hide it all in a bag. It was a good way to practice spending money, as I wasn’t that much of a buying-stuff kid. Most of the stuff I got was through my birthday or Christmas, and if it wasn’t, it was new clothes my mom ordered.

[karakulialiny]

When Clyde took the Goron form, he didn’t think he had to follow their diet, which included hot pieces of basalt. Yeah, he likes hot food, but not that much.

In this year's Linktober I decided to show the members of Craig's gang in the forms of different races of Hyrule, which they'll take in the second season of my crossover comic. The last time there was Token, and this time I showed Clyde. Next up are Craig and Tweek.

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