Hi! Who's your profile pic? I saw it and was instantly blasted with childhood Flashbacks but I cannot remember the name of the cartoon lol

(I also just want to say your art is very cool! I always enjoy seeing it on my dash)

POCOYO!!

I'm a little tired at the moment but I just had to draw Sandy HE'S ADORABLE!!!

OH MY GOD MY BABY

THANK YOU VERY MUCH HE LOOKS SOO LOVELY IN YOUR ART STYLE

AM GOING TO DIE FROM THE CUTENES

I hope everything is okay with you and your family and friends! Stay safe, okay? ❤️

I'm completely safe now!! The fire is under control now and I'm no danger! The cold day today was a blessing for this situation!! I'll stay safe I swear 💖💖🫶🫶

listening to ur peterick playlist like this...mx meat...

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!! TRULY IT FEELS LIKE THIS <3333333

THANK YOU EVERYONE WHOSE DONATED AND/OR SHARED MY POST!!!

I RECEIVED ENOUGH TO BOTH PAY THE BASTARD & COVER AND LATE FEES HE MIGHT TRY TO SLAP US WITH!!!

YOU ALL ARE ANGELS/SAINTS/GOOD AND IM FOREVER THANKFUL!!!

I LOVE YOU ALL

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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Persona/oc rights: 💣me

Art by : @shapeshivvter

daisy, peach, and sky <3

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

like what’s up manger

[Image description: Art depicting the birth of Jesus with the Spiderverse version of Miles Morales edited into the picture. End ID]

THANK YOUUUUUUU

This whole thread about Azula's fake confidence and terrifying vulnerability really opened my third eye

hate it when you're looking for a good painting to watch on cave wall and by the time you find one your mammoth hunk is cold 😭

David: One of Job's sons is played by a very promising young actor called Ty Tennant. He's got a great future ahead of him, I hope, because I'm hoping he'll pay for my old folks home when I retire. This is my father-in-law, Peter.

Peter: Hello.

David: And this is my son, Ty. And Peter is playing Ty's father in this particular scene.

oh to be a tiny little beanie baby

a knight fights scorch the beanie baby dragon