I Feel Like Theres 4 Types Of People When It Comes To How They Organize Their Blogs

“Where are you going?!”

Apologies for the shoddy editing. 

Look, another Rhythm Thief parallel! That scene where little Raphel chases after his father reminds me of the first scene from LMJ!

I think Level 5 looked at Sega and said, “Welp. Since you’re not finishing this Missing Father plot-line it’s obviously up to us. Cue feels and British voice acting.”  (Spoilers obviously for the opening of LMJ)

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im so mad at myself wjy is my tumblr acc linked to an alt acc it was supposed tobe linked tto the main one ion feel like posting about my ocs anymore

first drawing in Tumblr let's gooo

Okay. Look at this terrible drawing i made. I rlly didnt mean to make it look good. I srs don't know how to draw hershel. Why is he so small. Probably because i didnt check canvas size. Why is the resolutio so lo

tldr: i can't draw

Opinions on Rhythm Tengoku?

the squeakquel

WHO IS THIS SCRUFFY TWINK?????? AND YOU'RE A LAYTON

holds your head and gazes lovingly into your eyes. but like. in a platonic way. kisses your cheeks softly, holds you close. but like. not really. actually like. like. uh huh. platonically. just little friends, even.

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

i made 3 versions of a single little meme. i forgot where i got the template but i'll soon reblog this with it or edit it sorry