Few weeks ago I got absolutely posessed by the idea of Xuan Ji maid so. Waves hand. Yeah

(In)Justice (study)

hey man. i'm just saying. why would we put inexperienced teenagers with over-inflated egos and obvious emotional issues into combat classes and make them claw their way to the top of their dorms and expect things to just run smoothly. who actually thought this

kinks that aren't inherently harmful are usually exempt from my routine public shamings rituals bc there's plenty of bigger fish to fry but good god. an actual person who exists in real life typed this and got horny over it. can we all just take a moment to acknowledge how truly fucking stupid human sexuality. we've got people out here jerking off to sneezes. where along the evolutionary line did this sort of thing develop is what I ask myself at times like this. were neanderthals developing psychosexual attachments to random shit too or is this just a product of modernity. would truly love to see the research

i'm spinning in circles and giggling maniacally. i'm working on a super SUPER ambitious silver animatic and i've made so much PROGRESS i'm so EXCITED!!!!! i started it just abt a week ago and i finished the full rough pass in 2 days and by now, i have 40/60 shots fully sketched out. i want. blinks. i want to fully color it. i'm GIDDY

The whole "if a person is mad at you it's their responsibility to tell you" thing just made me realize how fucked my situation is. Like just. woah

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Hey guys look at my new headcanon, Meagan Is now a single celled organism (/j) reblogs > likes

i love that we are discovering our boundaries and saying No, but there comes a point where you can't cancel on your friends anymore. you have to say yes eventually and actually be there. if you like being invited you have to show up at least once. like listen to your body and energy, obviously. but there will come a time where your friends will start hurting and think you're avoiding them or don't like them or don't want to hang out, because every single time you had the opportunity you said no or you canceled last minute.

my anxiety is unbelievably fucking bad rn. i am so scared

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends . // chiyo !

kiss & tell | @fangier kisses chiyo!

she likes his smile. she's always liked it, always found it to be contagious, always found cosmo's fangs to be cute. she's never said it aloud, of course; that would be mortifying. but chiyo thinks it as they walk to her apartment. cosmo cracks a joke that has her fighting to keep her laughter quiet ( her neighbors would not appreciate being woken up by tipsy laughter at 2 am ), and as the giggles die down, she can only admire the curve of his mouth as he finishes his story about something stupid he and an old buddy got up to years ago. belatedly, chiyo realizes she's staring, turns away as heat rises to her already rosy cheeks, tries to act normal and not like she was just staring at her friend's mouth... which is really hard, actually.

she's almost certain cosmo caught her. she prays he doesn't bring it up.

" text me when ya make it home, 'kay? " her gaze is like melted chocolate as she peers up at cosmo in front of her door. " i'll be worried if ya don't. " alright, alright, he will, and chiyo fishes for her key in her bag, ignoring the disappointment beginning to worm its way into her chest. she doesn't want to say goodbye yet. but it's late. both of them need some sleep. chiyo frowns as she turns her key and hears the click of the lock. but she doesn't want to say goodbye.

she's not really sure what she intended to say when she turned around. it was an impulse, harder to push down after a few drinks; the mangaka might have gotten one last hug or offered her couch, as clingy as she felt in that moment. she doesn't really know because as annoyingly cliché as it is, she stumbles. she stumbles, cosmo catches her, and her train of thought goes completely off the rails. he smells nice, his eyes are the same shade of blue as her favorite hoody, his mouth is just as pretty up close, she doesn't mind being held as much as she really should---

how softly their lips meet, barely together for a few seconds before separating, yet it's enough for chiyo's heart to practically jump from her chest and her mind to go blank. it's enough for chiyo to let out a shaky breath before she's pressing another kiss to cosmo's pretty mouth, a shy curiosity hidden in the gentle caress. it isn't until his fingers are buried in her hair that chiyo's thoughts finally catch up to her.

this is bad. this is really bad.

chiyo pulls back with a sharp inhale, pushing against cosmo's chest in an attempt to create some distance and clear her murky mind. " you're my friend. " the words fall heavily from her lips as she looks up at him. brow furrowed, sad eyes -- apprehension and regret line every inch of her face ( she's ruined everything, hasn't she? ). " cosmo, i... i'm sorry. " don't hate me.

Sometimes I think of Chicken Little from the movie Chicken Little and cry bc he's just a kid and he's all alone and his dad is ashamed of him and he lost his mother and he gets bullied and harassed bc he's small and kind of strange and he's the only person in the world that knows that the sky is falling and when he tries to tell people they don't believe him

my friend (@pacific-grim-902) is working on a regretevator AU of the discord server we're both in, and I decided to draw a (no clr) ref of myself for them

watermelontaur real

they came up with the watermelon shirt, the glasses (that I don't know how to draw rip), and the watermelon slice ponytail (also my design in general)

they assigned me as a split kin a while back, which i entirely agree with. and my favorite fruit is a watermelon, so that's my origin story

never coming home, never coming home!

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Sorry to start complaining but its my tumblr

I learned my friend's mom has been shit talking me and trying to figure out what mental illnesses I have. I don't know what to say but what the fuck?

Like mind your damn business? I don't know what she's using to gauge what MIs when we barely have seen each other. The only times we have is when my friend's family came to visit, back when we lived together. We'd only be around each other for a few minutes. Scratching my head trying to figure out what could I have done in that short amount of time to tip her off. Am I really that bad about keeping it together? I'm trying not to take this personally cause I know she has...things going on. But I'm a little mad if I'm being honest

feeling pathetic rn !!!