#uh yea i think thats it

[skeletronza]

silly guys

Heres the sketches bc i liked them better. Sad!

[meamiiikiii]

silly comic based on a time i struggled to read live on stream :thumbsup:

context clip compilation below ASDASDFASA

(cw for brief mention of hospitals/strokes)

[gangles-toybox]

“You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.” - The Catcher in the Rye

Me when I remember what happened with Mr. Antolini:

[dennisboobs]

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[starheirxero]

WHUHG HUH. TGERE SO MANY OF YOU ?! HI. THANK YOU

[mysunshine-youremoonlight]

I think ive heard of him (purple hair right? I definitely know theres Someone with purple hair in 2 braids) But do tell me more if u want!

nodnod yeah he is the purple hair guy :> i describe him as "if leo tsukinaga and murr mhyk were one person" hes silly. tbh @unisongakikoeru knows more than me (i! have had the game for like. four? five? days. and have spent all of them rerolling the initial starter gacha. so.)

he's an alien. got some vampirism shit going on. bit of a gayass with nagi (nagi looks like nero mhyk) bc netaro drinks his blood and shit . bc he's an alien who has to consume "human fluids" to maintain his human form. so. fun way to put that netaro tell us more -

[ubike-official]

date back on for sunday now. His friend is okay. thank god. And uhhh, yea now we're finally be fr about the "hey we met on a dating, lets be so fr about what our experience has been" uncharted territory besties. we're not at "so what are you looking for?" but i already essentially told him my approach is to just really try getting to know ppl i find interesting and letting a spark develop from there w/o pressure. kinda like in school where you consistently see people in casual settings. and he thought it was a good plan so uh. here we are.

[orcelito]

Gencon is very busy...!!!

Ummmmm highlights of the day..!!!

I maybe bought 4 Naruto figurines. Thankfully not individually expensive (though perhaps a little expensive all together...) see I wanted Sasuke but I also wanted Kakashi and I couldn't have Sasuke without Naruto and well it would feel wrong to have the 3 of them without Sakura and so I somehow. Got all 4. Haha. I'll most likely post pics later, whenever I end up opening them. I'm still at the convention center rn lol

(Putting the rest of this under a cut bc it got a little long lol)

I was on the field of the Lucas Oil Stadium, aka the stadium that the Indianapolis Colts play at. I've attended all of One game here (not professional football, it was a high school game lol) so I've felt the size of it, but it's still fucking crazy being on the field. It's so BIG...... and obviously they've got the grass covered rn, but it's still pretty cool!!!

I maaaade dice!!! Pretty precise process it seems, & definitely would require a Lot of work (after the sanding and the painting etc etc). I do still wanna get into it, but if I wanted to spring for stuff like the vacuum chamber or the pressure pot...

Yeah, it'd get expensive. Add in the fact that I don't have a good place to do this away from the cats & it really is not feasible to start rn. But!!! Eventually!!!! I think I'd really enjoy it. I just need a dedicated workshop space where I can spread out without worrying about poisoning my cats lol.

Here's some cool game set stuff I saw in the event hall. This picture is maybe... hm... a fourth of the event hall? And then when you consider that the vender hall (connected to the event hall, though it's closed right now) is maybe 1.5 times as big as the event hall?? Give or take a little...

Aka just imagine booths upon booths upon booths... I'm gonna have to take a pic of it tomorrow. I was there too briefly to think about taking a pic. Honestly I maybe managed to get through like a tenth of the whole vender hall in an hour of wandering. It's fucking huge. And So Many Dice... I bought one set of 14 (I think it was) dice. Aka an extended set. And then I got a random set bag of dice (just a basic 7). And then a d20 with a cat on it. And a dice of LETTERS. Aka I guess a d26 (I totally did not have to double check that there were 26 letters in the alphabet)(I have 702k words written & posted to ao3)(😂😂😂 I'm very tired) but with letters instead of numbers. And it's glow in the dark!!! And I found some hxh buttons, and a mighty nein poster, and uhmmmm. A cute lanyard. And that's all I bought. Which really is such restraint for me. (Omfg I just saw a dragon cosplay)(someone just dressed as a dragon)

OH YEAH I saw a fucking. Persona 5 Ryuji cosplay. Hanging out with the biker lady from Durarara. Featuring the Ryuji holding her scythe hfksbfmd which was such a funny image. I was too shy to ask for a pic but just trust 🙏 i saw this

Anyways yeah the only real big thing I bought is the naruto figurines. I'll show pics later once I got the stuff again (I dropped it all off in the car earlier)

Omfg literally as I've been sitting here (on a bench at the side of a main hallway) someone stopped by and gave me a handmade bracelet !!!

DND's 50th anniversary!!! So cute!!!!

[composing-the-future]

tomori kusunoki voices firefly???????? reina ueda voices sparkle?????????? hello?????????????????????????

[lavenoon]

Solar Lunacy Sona, fic by @bamsara for the unlikely case anyone hasn't read this piece of art yet

Sona is really just me post top surgery gsfvjk so gets fun perks such as a sun/ moon tattoo, sensory issues about pants, and an ironic obsession with healthy sleep schedules while struggling to sleep. He's autistic your honor <3

[bravevolunteer]

i know no one asked but here are my updated thoughts on mimic

[fraternum-momentum]

mhm

[pseudo90sdreaming]

☆ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙈𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙

☆ 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | ~900 𝙬𝙘 | 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙝 ☆ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨. 𝙫𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧, 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙮. ☆ 𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩 ☆ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘?? 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮

"So help me Maker, if you even try to do that again—"

"Yes, yes. You'll kill me, raise me from the dead, beat the shit out of me, and then kill me again."

"And don't even think for a second I won't, (Y/N)." Cassian looked at you pointedly, making an effort to meet your eyes. Wide eyes fixed on you, searching. You always felt rather unnerved under his gaze. It wasn't that you were intimidated by him—you've seen him do things to men you've only heard about in stories, but you were no less sinless—but you were always on edge when he made eye contact like this. When he's judging you? Analyzing your every move? Eyes filled to the brim with fear and worry for his best—his only—friend?

It's hard for you. It's hard to look and see the worry you're causing for the last person who deserves the stress.

At only twenty years old, you thought, he sure as hell looks older.

You patted his cheek, keeping as level of eye contact as you could. "Cassian, don't even worry about it. I'm fine, aren't I? You should maybe worry the day I'm not fine." Your laugh was brittle, but it was better than nothing, you thought.

Your hand was encased in something warm and callused. Cassian had much bigger hands which could easily engulf yours. Against his cheek he trapped your hand, cradling it and desiring its warmth. It was still warm from your recently fired blaster, and he could smell the metal and faintly sour electricity staining your fingertips. Your hand felt good against Cassian's face. It felt welcomed. Familiar. Very familial and safe to him.

He could feel your pulse thrum in your palm. It beat in a sync not unlike his own: it was steady and at a decently set pace; one which told him you would hopefully have a decently long life, given you didn't throw yourself back into Imp gunfire, that was. But your heartbeat felt fiery; something fierce. He could imagine your wit and strength pulling from this life source. He could imagine the blood which pumped from your heart and into your body—into the very hand he cradled to his cheek like gold. He could imagine it carrying your sarcasm and your spunk; your humor and your need to help. All of your anger and hunger for a better life. The pain of the hand dealt at birth, the righteous contempt at the bastard rule of the Empire. Your insecurities and your flaws. Everything you love and hate about yourself: he could feel it all flow through your hands, giving a piece of yourself in everything you touch 

And Cassian hopes he can continue to be selfish like this. Selfish enough to cradle your hand to his cheek, savoring all of it. He hopes he can continue to find a piece of you without restraint. He hopes to always come back home and find himself smothered in the palms of your hands, where you stain him with a blood that smells like jasmine and tastes twice as sweet.

Because to Cassian, this hand is one of the few things he can call his. Not in the way he can say his hand is his own, or a spouse can look at their better half and consider them a piece of themselves, but he could see this hand as the hand of a friend; his friend. The hand of a friend which shared the same ideals as him, which shared in traumas with him. The hand of a friend which had seen too much in so little years and was as dirty as his. The hand of a friend at the ready to reach out and pick up; a hand which caressed his cheek when he needed grounding; when he needed to be reminded that he's real, that he's ok and alive and well, even if caught in the middle of a war.

But you only saw Cassian's shoulders heave. In a slow, languid motion, you watched as years of a rebellion slowly dripped off his shoulders. He looked fragile, as his shoulders drooped and his head bent down. His hair was greasy and shagged; his clothes were worn, stained with dirt and grime and oil. He reeked of blaster fire and death—so much fucking death. There stood a boy trapped in a man's body under neon lights, bathed in cool blues and fiery reds, and never before had you seen your friend look so vulnerable.

You didn't think people could look this broken, but there stood your best friend, a shattered mirror before you.

And it began to cut.

"Please," Cassian's voice breaks. "Don't do something so reckless again. I can't risk losing you too." 

And for the first time, you see something very broken in Cassian. Something you hadn't wished to see before, something you hadn't ever seen before. You see a broken heart. You see how the blood slips past the shards in his eyes and leave rivulets down his sunken, ashy face.

You don't have the strength to do anything other than squeeze his hand back.

[fallencrowkarma]

@kaeyatic May I present my rarepair - Chaiyato !

[b0mblover]

Hate, in Every Sense of the Word.

By: J

major tws for; suicide mention, domestic abuse, abuse, sexual assult mention, murder mention, (really just alot of violence tbh) self harm mention

uh, sorry? that theres so many tws, ig also minor tw for mention of sex too.

uh haha i uh, can you tell what happened tonight? it wasnt even the worst one, just, im tired of it.

talk abt living out of spite bc mannnn, thats all i been going off of for a good while now!

i uh, i really wanna make a certain food bc um. (LOOK I WANNA MAKW A LESS OILY FUCKER OKAY) but my father is awake meaning my mother will be too soon but im scared to even go out of my room bc theyre prob gonna fighttt.

hhhrbd okok ill shut up for now, go ahead and read the angry jirou bullshit ig 😭

(oh yea, if it wasn’t obvious. im talking about my mother in this.)

——————————

yknow,

you havent been a great person

or a good one even.

yet you still question as to why i dont love you

or like you,

maybe you have an idea of how much i hate you.

maybe not

i dont really care about your feelings.

at all.

not now.

i put up with this for fucking 14 years.

my entire fucking life.

ive put up with your shit.

but now?

now im done.

you have no idea how badly you fucked up.

when he said that “im sorry im a fuck up” 

yknow.

he mightve not been right for what he did.

but,

it was just a mistake.

it was a goddamn mistake.

you have any idea how many times ive uttered those words too?

how many times ive repeated them?

how many times i fucking meant it?

just because you “had it bad” doesnt mean shit to me.

you have no goddamn right to treat others the same way.

dont give me that “i dont know how else to act!”

bullshit.

bullshit you dont.

you treated your damn boyfriend just fine!

you had a goddamn kid

you had two goddamn children.

with this man that you fucking DESPISE.

you knew it back then too.

you told me you did.

you fucking told me.

almost nothing can compare to the anger i feel to you right now.

nothing.

you have no right to act like that.

no.

you have no goddamn right to hit another fucking living being.

for such a simple mistake.

i dont care if he talked about it since friday.

i dont give a fuck if he talked about it for months.

you.

you as a goddamn human.

have no right.

none.

in the slighest.

to hit another living being.

for talking about something in your eyes “too much”

or making a mistake.

youre a hypocrite.

need i remind you?

you said that after you broke up with the man you were having an affair with.

that youd be a better person.

stop the fights.

stop the beatings.

stop all of it.

and everything would be okay!

.

i didn’t believe you for a goddamn millisecond.

youre a liar.

just how you said i was.

you didnt quit.

you didnt stop.

hell two months after you hit him again!

you threatened to kill him and yourself!

cmon.

dont you get it yet?

i fucking despise you.

maybe to a degree i feel shocked.

but.

i really dont think thats it.

youre the root of my problems.

every single last fucking one.

——————

need i remind you as how i had to learn to cook, because you were too busy with your damn boyfriend to help me?

.

need i remind you how when i tried to show you that i was fucking cutting myself when i was 9 you only talked about how it looked ugly?

.

need i remind you about how many times you said that you didnt care if i hurt myself as long as no one can see it?

.

need i remind you about how you ignored the rope burn on my neck god knows how many times?

.

need i remind you how you denied fucking multiple peoples sexual assault because “it couldntve been like that”?

.

need i remind you of how many times i almost had to be hospitalized because of your neglect?

.

need i remind you of how many nights i spent alone, in the cold, in the dead of winter, just because you wanted to fuck your boyfriend?

.

need i remind you of what you yelled at me so many times?

.

need i remind you of what i seen?

.

need i remind you of how many times you blamed your abusive behaviors on medication?

.

need i fucking remind you of my entire purpose?

.

i dont care about your feelings anymore.

i gave up years ago.

but now.

i dont feel just numb for you.

i hate you.

in every sense of the word.

.

i dont care of what you or anyone else thinks of me.

.

i dont care about what you think of my appearance.

.

i dont care if you think im too thin or fat or whatever word youll use next.

.

i dont care about what you think because you’ll hate me no matter what.

.

you thought id stop being xxxx when you broke up with him.

you yelled at me.

no.

you fucking screamed at me for weeks.

im tired of even putting in the slighest effort of acting as if i fucking care.

i dont give a fuck about you.

and yknow?

if.

no.

if it would work.

if it was possible.

id fucking kill you.

id stab you.

right here.

right now.

to end my suffering.

to end his suffering.

all of it.

id end it all.

i dont care if its wrong.

because i know no one else knows about whats going on.

yknow.

only one person around here knows what youve done to him and me.

and i havent even met her in person.

yknow.

the people i used to be close with from school.

only just learned you had an affair.

i know that.

the police are do-less.

since you know them.

and hes a man.

not a woman.

it wouldnt be taken seriously.

that he should just fight back.

yknow.

youve ruined what life he has left.

his parents beat him.

his ex wife beat him, and cheated on him.

and here.

youve done the exact same thing.

yknow.

he’ll never get to see how love truely is.

because of you.

because of what youve done.

i cant say i really like him either.

but.

that doesnt give you the right to ruin his life.

.

yknow whats worse?

how i know the only reason that so far youve never dared to lay a finger on me.

is because ive proved that i won’t hesitate to beat the fuck out of you right back.

i know i joke about that night.

but.

really.

hitting you for doing that was the best decision i couldve made.

its kept me safer than i wouldve been for years. 

and even now.

if you were to as so much to touch me.

while in a fight.

id do it all over again.

you maybe 100 pounds heavier than me.

but you dont know how to fight against someone who wont just sit there and take it.

i wont forgive you for what youve done.

even if he will.

.

i want nothing to do with you.

get out of my life for good.

[bcneheaded]

steps up to the stand.... taps mic... clears my throat..... ahem ... aHEM....... may I suggest: Artemis Acting Villainous. ty goodnight.