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oh boy oh boy A QUESTION FOR WITTLE OL ME? IS FOR ME?🥺🥺🥺🥺

Aight I FIRST MADE A TUMBLR ACC BCS THEY DIDN'T LET ME READ FANFICS WITHOUT AN ACCOUNT ANYMORE before I first started using tumblr during my Tokyo Revengers and Hypnosis Mic phase and I made this account during my vtuber era

I had such a hyperfixation on Sunday from Honkai: Star Rail to the point where I made a stan blog of him in the middle of the night followed by me not sleeping as I spent the rest of the night making a divider for my intro post

My biggest hyperfixation of all time is my oc KATRINA FUCKING EVERSLEY GOSH DARN YOU. SHE INVADES MY BRAIN, SHE HELPS ME GO THROUGH MY STRUGGLES, SHE HAS ALL OF MY FLAWS MADE WORSE BUT HER STRIVING TO BE BETTER MAKES ME WANT TO BE HER. No one really ask about her but damn the joy id get if someone did (on my knees begging /j (/j bcs im actually so invested on her)).

I hate it here I hate it here I hate it here I hate it here I ha

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tag an artist save a life etc

I’m sorry that instead of getting much needed help for your serious mental health issues you got sucked into a trendy genderwoo cult that erases and demonises homosexuality, is deeply racist, misogynistic and unscientific, and is completely dependant on controlling others perception of you. You’ll never ever be able to stop people from perceiving you as the sex you are, they’re just scared to admit it. And you know what, that’s fine because sex is a neutral fact and it’s impossible to change. Go develop a personality and interests outside of your obsessive navel-gazing brainwashing cult. Good luck!

1: I have 2 therapists, so I do have mental help

2: being LGBTQ+ isn’t my entire personality, I just tend to talk about it often.

3: interests you say? How about me being obsessed with Pokemon for over a decade and having a huge collection of everything Pokemon related?

4: I’m technically not cisgender, because I don’t identify as completely female, but I’m still on the feminine side of things, so people calling me a woman is fine 🤷‍♀️

5: I don’t really care how people see me, as long as they don’t harass me or anything because of how they perceive me, I’m fine.

6: how is it racist or misogynistic? Idk where you got that from.

7: I don’t demonize homosexuality, I’m literally under the bi umbrella, so it’d be impossible. Also, I don’t care about demonizing, bc I’m pretty demonic myself ٩( ᐛ )و

Anyway, imma eat breakfast now 💅

MY TWO OCS!!!! GOOBLY AND BEEBLE!!!

goobly is a slime that came to life and stole a skeleton to be able to move and is dating beeble and tries to make them as happy as possible :33

And beeble is a antisocial lonely gummy like person who people mistake for an axolotl and goobly is their partner :33

I have decided that their ship name is now GummySkeleton!!! :D

genuine question: should i paint this or is this the most horrible drawing you’ve ever seen? will gustav klimt roll on his grave at the thought of seeing such a terrible thing? should i give up on everything?

pls don’t ignore me 😞😞😞

Stellan is stopping them from punching someone

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How to talk with short people- A guide by Elzar Mann

Blame Pinterest for giving me the idea y’all, this is a sketch made in 14 minutes and I will not justify myself or it

u r welcome

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I try to open my lips, utter a word,

like a million times.

Then I tell myself, "who cares?"

like a million times.

And i try to whine ,infront of myself

like a million times.

Again, i shut up and keep going

like a million times...

-mauli

So I‘m rewatching good omens with my mom and I‘m hollering because I just imagined the story of season 1 from Shadwell‘s point of view.

Imagine you scam a dude who you think is mafia into paying your rent for sixty years, to the point where the mafia mans son takes over his place as your sponsor. Parallel to that you convince some naïve old bookseller who you‘re pretty sure is gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide to also send you money every month under the guise of providing him with an army. (What in gods name would the pansy need an army for? Who cares, at least he pays amiright). This carries on for decades. Those two couldn’t be more different people. Until one day you walk in on the southern pansy performing what can only be described as a satanic ritual and promptly exorcise him with nothing but your index finger, then return to your landlady (?) who you‘ve been insulting despite clearly being quite fond of her for the better part of your adult years.

Said woman then suddenly becomes possessed by the gay demon you JUST exorcised with your finger, only it turns out he‘s actually a good guy and while still trying to come to terms with the fact that your finger is capable of expelling demons, the world is ending and the woman of your heart is possessed by an angel, said angel promptly orders you to rush to Tadfield on a flying moped to kill an 11 year old boy with nipples all over using a century old cannon that you cannot possibly be sure actually works.

And then, when the day couldn‘t possibly get any weirder, your other sponsor - the scary mafia dude - shows up IN A BURNING CAR (which admittedly isn’t even the weirdest thing that happened today) and isn‘t only acquainted with the gay bookseller but seems to be unmistakenly, hopelessly, ready-to-jump-him-at-any-moment, head over heals in love with him and now you have to third wheel the mafia dude and his boyfriend who‘s currently stuck in your future wife‘s body, only to witness the boy you were meant to kill make up a whole ass new body for the gay angel out of thin air, then tell off his dad - who seems to be satan in carnate - then get told off by his adoptive dad who has about as much of a clue as to what happened as you do. Also your new recruit dips to a small english village because he fell in love with a witch, despite you telling him to set them on fire on sight.

Like if he hadn‘t been utterly mad before, I‘m sure Shadwell would‘ve been at the very least institutionalised after all this.

Desperation and Guilt.

Not getting help sucks, especially when it's being offered to you on a silver platter.

NEVER MIND 6

I don't know why I can't do title for this. But this is Never mind 6. Continue the other Never minds.

I loved rumors. I loved them so much thatI even told rumors about myself. When I walk along the school hallway, whispering fill that place. People whispered their friends right now and tried sneaky to wacth me walking but I felt the stares. Whispers caught to my ears with my every step I took, but I just smiled myself. People around me really didn't knew who was among them. Or what rumors was actually true. I turned myself to my locker and I opened it. Silence fell this side of the hallway. I put my books in that locker. My eyes caught an old photo of my inside of the lockerdoor. Above the photo was mirror and I looked myself into dark eyes. I sighed and closed the door. I was frightened the boy who had came behind the door. After that my reflex didn't do ant good for rumors Because I kicked him between his legs and bumped him against the lockers with my hands around his neck. I almost could here the dramatic confusion when people on the hall fell in silence and turned to look at us. The smile started to grow on my face again. Sometimes people can be just so curios. I drowned my laugh. I took my hands off around boy's neck, but I could see clearly how my nails had left beautiful neckless on him. Marks was deep but they didn't bleed. I looked at the boy and shortly smiled to him. Then I justwalked away. People can talk bullshit about me all they want, I couldn't care less anymore like I never minded talks anyway.

Ok while I’m also a sucker for a good dom!raphael x sub!tav fanfic…

Did we all collectively forget that Raphael is cannonicly a bratty sub?? We get it confirmed in like two diffrent places- how come fanfic writers aren’t running either this??????? At this point I’m just gonna write my own ✍️✍️👹

Edit 1: I started the fanfic, it’ll take me a few days but just lemme know if you want to be tagged in it 👹👹 Raphael x Gn!Tav

tag yourself student edition

who cares: reads books in class instead of listening, attention span of 5 seconds when studying, generally starts studying in the day before, lost all their new fancy pens by week 2, still somehow gets A*, sometimes starts arguing with the teacher

i can and i will: motivated af, watches legally blonde 24/7, big dreams and aspirations, bullet journal is goals, sometimes very forgetful but makes up for it through very hard work, wants to figure out everything by themselves before asking for help

hello my name is stressed: signed up for 10000 extracurriculars and can’t get out of them now, time management god, hates the glorification of all-nighters but stays up until 6 am anyway, has the highest expectations regarding themselves, needs a hug

aesthetics TM: desperately wants their notes to look perfect, spends all their money on stationery, loves to doodle, PUNS, is great in one specific class, always tries to help their friends with homework, study playlists!!!, can still easily feel overwhelmed and lost but they try and that’s enough

what: has lost their motivation somewhere along the way, has no idea what’s going on, “there was homework”, messy notes and messy life, really wants school to end, hates the education system, has no idea what they want to do after school tho

Uh, this is an issue...

So me and some of my friends went to go see Love, Simon a couple of weeks ago and for some reason they weren’t playing it. Naturally we were mad and confused but went to see a different movie. As we were waiting in the front area for popcorn and stuff I realized that there were a lot of Christian buses outside dropping people off, apparently a new Christian movie was playing but then it clicked. Love, Simon was cancelled that night because it was playing at the same time as the other movie. Now I do live in a country ass place and while it didn’t really suprise me it’s so stupid. It’s not like we were going to be in the same theater but they still called ahead and said they didn’t want the movie to play because there’s was. I don’t have issue with religion or religious people, I respect them very much but when you do something like that, I can get why people start to dislike them. 🤦🏼‍♂️🤷🏼‍♂️

Strawberries!!

im so normal about kevin day i swear to god. imagine your mom invents a sport, imagine you grow up with this sport being your entire life, you get abused and punished and shoved into the spotlight from a young age, all for this sport. you don't know anything else. it's all you've ever done and all you've ever been. you have to be the best at it. and one day you get punished for that too, and this sport you've poured everything into gets ripped right out of your hands by the boy you've grown up forced to consider your brother. you have to learn it from zero with your non dominant hand. you have, in an incredibly short span of time, to get as good at it as you were before the injury. of course you're fucking obsessed with it to the point of being unsympathetic sometimes, of course there's no other choice. the pressure is unimaginable. you cannot afford to be anything but the best. you cannot afford to relax and let go of it even for a second. you left the cave but the shadows are all you've ever known

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