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Can you please draw cartoon Frankie falling down the stairs? 🥺
ABSOLUTELY I CAN
Guys just you wait, this'll be my greatest piece yet
I'm coming up on my 25th birthday and I've never seen a gynecologist because my family doctor also happens to be a close family friend and even though he knows I've been sexually active for a while I just can't seem to bring myself to be specific.
What am I supposed to say?
"Oh yeah, I know you know I'm in a lesbian relationship, but my Gf has a nine inch dick with which she plows me on the regular, so maybe I should get my cervix looked at, if for no other reason than to make sure everything is still where it should be"
2am soup is good soup
Chat. I am making mutuals.
Guys it’s finally February
Tumblr is the perfect mix of my Instagram story and what I imagine my Twitter to be (absolute bullshit the second it enters my brain) get ready ;)
For any relocated TikTok users
you can say sex and kill its fine
If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot
theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them
follower count doesnt matter
tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At
no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is
block anyone that annoys you even a little bit
And most importantly:
post cringe
So like just a thought butttt, in season 4 nighteye used his quirk to see if izuku and all might die. But izuku didn't die and instead nighteye died, and all might isn't dead yet but nighteye is. So maybe not the best idea to see how people die. Considering he died before both of them after he saw how they died. Now don't get me wrong I liked nighteye as a character and was sad when he died but I can't help but laugh at this since I'm rewatching bnha for the 3rd time and I thought of this. I don't actually believe that this has any connection btw, I'm just making a joke
man i love echolalia-ing my sister's verbal stims. we communicating. vibin like a pair of slugcats
Shikako fandom is like if a few many eyed angels descended and went "god is dead, but worry not. we will take care of things from here."
Kei fandom is like thinking the room you're in is crowded with people, but actually it's just one person with fifteen microphones.
you ever think about how shrimp is kinda like the meat version of oranges...
the two types of senior year backpacks:
cute kid's backpack bcuz it's fun and you don't have much to carry
or
a duck taped and safety pinned monstrosity that has lasted you your entire high-school career (and maybe longer).
no in between.
Me, anytime I hear a Sound™ in the middle of the night: either that's just a lightning strike/firework/whatever, or I'm about to die. dam.
throw your ideas at me. head on. i can take it, i have a tuff noggin.
just misheard "there's a bit of romance between them" as "there's a bit of land rats between them" so now I'm just imagining rats appearing to interrupt every romantic scene in a fic.
that moment when you don't wanna use words, but still want to acknowledge what someone's saying: mn
that other moment when you don't wanna talk nor be talked to, but some one is speaking anyways: Mn.
Of course my first art post on here is a shit post... 🤦♂️ Anyway I'm sure someone did this already probably so I'm sorry. But I had to. Pls ignore the sloppy shading on Wolverine, I didn't want to spend more time on this then I already had.. Original under the read more. Oh also I have a blank one for you. If you use it for some god forsaken reason tag me so I can see it pls ^_^
The hero or villain debate has always been fascinating to me because personally, I would rather love the hero. Not because of their personality or anything but because if it came down to it, and the hero would be forced to choose between me or the world, I would rather they choose the world.
Because that's the world-that is billions of people with lives separate from your own that will suffer because of that decision. Your teachers, your classmates, your animals, a grandma that finally beat cancer, a child who was finally born.
"A hero would sacrifice you to save the world-" I'm gonna stop you right there because that's all I need to hear.
While I do see the appeal in picking the villain, I think I'd rather be loved by someone kind enough to put others first before themselves, and if sacrificing me is the way to do it, I'd have lived and died happy.
Either that or I'm reading too much into a fantasy plot and giving my two cents on a topic no one really cares about.
Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua. Platonic Tillsua.
While I love any form of writing, there's a particular fondness in my heart for simple writing. The type of writing that just lays things as they are, the characters thoughts, personalities, and everything else. Not to say I don't love or hate writing that overdramaticize's things, but there's something sweet about being compared to what you see in every day life rather than the unreachable stars above.
Snowkit loves paying special attention to thistlekit🥰🥰
The original elders
Katara : You're not the only one who draws power from the moon. My bending is more powerful than yours, Hama. You're technique is useless on me.
Hama : 😲
Yue : YEAH BEAT HER ASS KATARA I'M TIRED OF THIS HOE
Okay so i heard i got 121 likes/notes whatever on my posts
THANK YOU
I LOVE YOU
MY SELF ESTEEM WENT UP
I THINK
anyway if you haven't haw-hawed today here is some things I thought was pretty funny to me
Okay bye i love you lots:]
Anahera
If you want to see her, got to the place ocean meets land. Look across the vast sea. Find the sun sitting on the horizon. It should be a yellow flower floating across the sky.
It may cast light over the landscape, rid of the shadows.
She is like that.
If you want to see her, go to an open field. Look up through the clouds. Find the skies face. The eyes made of twinkling stars. The smile a crescent moon. Her voice calm and quiet as a breeze. Find the faint lines that a cloud makes- The mood of her world slightly tampered by sunny days and rain and storms.
The powerful emotions.
She is like that.
If you want to see her, go to your local library. The shelves should be made of wood. The books will be hardbound. Stand inside the cozy nook. Breathe in the smell of Earth. Wait for closing time.
Listen to the bell with every swing of the door. It should be melodic.
She is like that.
If you want to see her, go to your old place. Stand over an old shoebox. Look inside for things that are nostalgic. The old friendship bracelets. The polaroid pictures. The love letters left unsent with the envelopes still sealed and smooth.
Find the engraved necklace.
And she is like that.
My rendition of the anvil lifting contest I lost against my friend. Still got it off the ground tho so I’m happy with that.
This might be a bit out of nowhere, but this is the first I’ve posted in almost a year, and it’s Very stupid.
