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It has Fabio Hair

This is what happens when I’m given too much time to think.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

Leon winking at Claire in Infinite Darkness 🥰

Cr.: @/CLEONworshiper (Twitter)

goddammit

I need to stop making myself depressed by looking at pretty art-- Like I just can't draw rn, rendering is hard and the art block is killing me. StaHP

No, why

I saw a lot of people saying that ranboo vtube sona looks like a miraculous character

I never feel right

I have too much energy

I'm exhausted

I eat too much

I want to eat more

I need to scream

I will die if I have to make any noise

I need to kick something

I need to be hugged and cradled and read little pointless affirmations

I need to feel right

I need to die

I need to stay alive long enough to finish school

I need to feel

Feeling is painful

I am a contradiction

I hate myself

I hate life

I don't want to be alive anymore

Please help

Somebody please rip the skin off my body

Somebody tell me it will be ok

Somebody cuddle me and keep me warm

Somebody burn me alive

I can't

Please help

Westerosi propaganda??

"if you believe westerosi historical propaganda" you guys it's so unbelievably over

i just remembered i have math homework i just wanna draw AAHHHHH😭😭

for the ask game, how about “ive always been alone” with JPM<3 (the image of him sitting alone after queenie left rent free in my head)

tw: violence, blood, mention of sex. a/n: Thank you for the request, baby! I try to exploit this game through small texts. I hope you like it! ♥ - Oopsie Daisies! - James jumped back slightly as a spray of blood hit him full in the face. It looked like one of Liz's elaborate make-up looks. He only cleaned the eyelashes of his left eye with a handkerchief no longer as white as a swan's feathers. A mere logistical question: the rest of that sign would have remained to compensate for the absence of a soul. Kneeling on the ground in a dramatic, even romantic pose, he cradled you in his strong arms: you were a beautiful girl, once clean as a daisy, now eradicated from your dreams of a young dancer. Dying, not yet dead, you emitted nauseating gurgles to James Patrick March. The wide glassy eyes on the verge of rolling away like speckled marbles. - What do you say? Oh, my darling... - quickly, the blood burst into thick bubbles at the back of your throat. The long, very long neck, pale and unnaturally bent in the theatrical grip that held you in the final moments of a prematurely truncated existence. Exaggerating his concern for his umpteenth victim, James sought stimulation in the theatricality of himself. He casually dabbed the crimson streams without that gesture making any sense, the paternal expression but crossed by an unhealthy radiance that gradually became quiet again. Mixed with the strangeness of a man no longer alive but who still wore the role of the rich and bizarre owner of the Cortez. Devoured by a loop of starvation, apathy, boredom and insatiable hunger, he aimlessly fed his tapeworm. He fucked without panache, he killed without panache, impervious to the charm he aroused in women and men. Unfortunately, you were one of them. Unfortunately, your punctured stomach gushed blood in place of his cock which had never reached climax in a riot of milky drops. - Don't think about me, go. - James murmured between his exposed teeth in yet another delirium of omnipotence. Mellifluous, he bent over you like a crow; his toxic pitch irises languished, nestled in the wounds he had inflicted on you. A bouquet of atrocious tortures delighted him as your agony faded. He was intoxicated by this version of you much more than by the nudity you had timidly offered him earlier. - Go, dear. Don't worry: I have always been alone. - almost as if you were waiting for his permission, in a final gasp, you shut down. You left him again at the mercy of that solitude that he continued to choose day after day. For eternity. Rising slowly, he remembered that he didn't want to call Miss Evers; a dead erection from the start in his dress pants and the routine that forever gives him back what made him famous. James Patrick March would never stop corroding into oblivion.

they just walked around like this 24/7 actually

Gay group🫢

bitches be crying at the L’manburg anthem.

that’s me.  i’m bitches

They did NOT ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Started my period (completely forgot I have a uterus lol) so expect a grumpy cramping reader fic soon maybe a few we’ll see how I’m feeling

Cara delevigne making me reconsider my sexuality rn holy fuck why are you so damn hot

Eddie: Please don’t cry in from of me, we’re not at that stage in our acquaintanceship yet.

Richie: ACQUAINTANCESHIP!?

Richie: WE’RE MARRIED YOU EGG!!

What do the dialect differences between gay and straight people in the wasteland look like? And like the fashion and stuff? Like do you think there’s a specific way to have a holster that marks whether or not you’re gay? Or different kinds of clothing? Wasteland culture could be so interesting within each specific faction I wish we learned more about it. Legionaries with specific gouges in their ears to mark their sexual identity for people in the know or like specific markings in power armor or stuff I LOVE SECRET CODED LANGUAGES AND DIALECT CHANGES TO DISCREETLY IDENTIFY ONESELF

UPDATE: The microchip was registered but the person didn't answer and their voicemail was full... The microchip company said they'd keep trying to contact them so????? The girl that found her is gonna keep her for tonight but everyone in the friend group loves her so someone will take her, and I would like to try fostering again but I'm so worried we'd fall in love and then partner's (or my) allergies would be too bad or she'll overstimulate me too much and then we'll have to go through all that heartbreak all over again 😭😭😭😭😭

‼️MAYDAY MAYDAY‼️

Our friend has found a super sweet stray cat and the local animal control is closed with a distemper outbreak so she has nowhere to take her. Pending scanning her for a microchip, but if she doesn't have an owner I might have to take her???? This seems like a pretty bad time for us to impulsively adopt an animal but also the cat distribution system is in full force???? Partner is literally in an Important Work Meeting™ this afternoon so I can't call and talk to him about it but I feel like I have to take this cat at least to foster??? Everyone else in the friend group already has cats or dogs so we would objectively be the best people to hold onto her????? AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Manul or Pallas's Cat (Otocolobus manul), family Felidae, Ladakh, India

photographs by Khushboo and Rahul Sharma

Sometimes when I come across this post I think I must have been overreacting.

But no.

I was right.

LIFE IS A GODDAMN MESS AND I DON'T FUCKING LIKE IT

LIFE IS FUCKING HORRIBLE

SERIOUSLY LIFE IS THE WORSE DON’T TRY TO PROVE ME WRONG YA CAN’T CONVINCE ME LIFE IS A FUCKING FUCKED UP MESS AND Y'ALL BETTER START REALIZING IT BY NOW

Just saw a post where alastor impregnated Charlie, that's enough Internet today.