I Want To Be Someone’s Main Verse

the day is almost upon us…

here traveler, it’s not safe to go alone. Take this

🔪

resisting the urge (and failing) to quit art so heres some OLD solangelo doodles (mortal au)

This exactly

ADHD time blindness be like "oh, today is the 30th? that's fine, December is still next month, that's forever away!

...what do you mean tommorrow?"

"i'm tired of seeing-" use your filters.

"but there was an icky ship-!" use your filters.

"i don't like that tag-" use your filters.

don't like what you're seeing? use. your. filters.

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

I stumbled upon a website that allows you to blend any colors evenly no matter how opposite on the spectrum they are.

sharing the knowledge

very helpful art resource

I really like the Tumblr bot so far! even though it’s easily confused and bugged out it’s still fun!



reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

I want to do this with my friends, but change it so we’re just insulting each other as much as possible

I have this headcannon where Annabeth and Percy only message and send notes in ✨Shakespearean English✨

 After a late-night cramming session for an English exam where they only spoke Shakespeare in English to keep themselves up, it became a thing, and now that's how they just write to each other. Percy is getting shockingly good at it, and it's starting to be bad because Annabeth is getting these types of notes during class.

My Wise Maiden Dearest heart, Fair Love, whither hast thou gone? Why hast thou fled far from me? In thy time of distress, my own love, let me hold thee as a feather doth the wind. Honey-tongued love, tell me not lies! Pour thy pain into me, I beg, let me absorb it like sponge. Shine as thou dost, a thing more than divine.  All my affection, Perseus Jackson