Silly thought moment: Soundwave makes a record scratching sound when holding in a laugh

solotan + hidden magic library aesthetic...

Bakugo the tea critic is a thing now 😂

ok im going back to bed gn

iii- I would give you an excuse for this one but. I honestly don’t have one I just noticed that tobias is described as “fluffy” and well

im never drawing gumball again I fucking hate drawing in the tawog art style I can’t do it

becoming an adult is scary 

i feel like im not done yet and that i never really got a chance to be 

Thank you for 600 & 700 followers!!!

Somehow I missed 600 (which makes me suspicious that my followers aren’t glitched?) BUT thank you!!!

AND of course thank you for 700!!! (Well 719 but whatever lol)

Really appreciate y’all and all the love on my recent fics!!! It means so much to me that people are reading and enjoying my works :)

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!

First Tumblr, now Reddit ? Why are sex bots bothering me there too ?! Ugh...

Art honey it is their problem it is their regret you are thinking too much about it

I'm not upset lol, but thank you <33

I'm just a bit baffled, but like, I'd never take an Internet strangers words to heart

Just writing an essay while I listen to music trying to romantise a very stressful and annoying part of my life.

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meditations on first philosophy (1641) - rene descartes

"who give a shit"

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?

Jason and Tim fighting about something

Jason: Yeah? Well YOU'RE adopted!

Tim more or less about to lose his shit: We're ALL ADOPTED

Damian in the background about to speak up

Tim: You're not a part of this

Damian: >:[

my dad saw ao3 open on my computer and asked if that was like my writing club and just so you know that's what fanfic writers are now, we're all in the same writing club where we all write about the same media and show each other our little stories and that's kind of cool actually