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long distance internet friendships are so frustrating like i want to go hang out at your place. i want to bring that snack u like if ur sad. i want to go to the cinema and watch a movie together. i wish we could randomly decide to drive down to the beach one friday night and look at the stars. we drifted apart and idk if you're alive. nobody would think to tell you if i died. i hope you're okay

okay y’all i have a ✨thought✨

what if, whenever atsushi regenerates, he’s physically fine but for some reason, his body still feels the pain of the wound he received??

like immediately after it happens, he’s fine if not a bit more tired than usual.

and then he wakes up the morning after and the afflicted limb (it’s the leg. you KNOW i mean the leg i mean come on, it’s practically a bright red target atp) is just screaming in pain.

and eventually the pain starts to ease up and he’s able to function again but he’s still left with flair ups sometimes and just general chronic pain.

again: especially the leg i mean SERIOUSLY THAT POOR LIMB-

but yeah basically chronic pain atsushi. (totally not in the process of writing a one shot for this with a sprinkling of sskk)

anyway, thoughts? feelings? helpful commentary?

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

I propose all schools go back to teaching their students cursive.

Why?

BECAUSE I WRITE IN CURSIVE AND NO ONE CAN READ MY FUCKING HANDWRITING BECAUSE NO ONE TAUGHT THEM CURSIVE

I SPEND FOREVER MAKING IT LEGIBLE AND NOW YOU CANT READ IT NOT BECAUSE ITS MESSY BUT BECAUSE YOU CANT BOTHER TO TEACH PEOPLE HOW TO READ FUCKING CURSIVE

okay so twice recently i've seen random people in the wild like "yeah people don't eat rice around here." so i think we need to have a poll on rice consumption

if you're a no-ricer maybe say where you're from/other explanation because i would like to know................................

This is for all you awkward socializers out there. The ones who crave connection, want to interact, but are so damn confused by it, or so intimidated by it, you never reach out first.

Or, if you do, you feel like the other person's just humoring you. Just giving the polite answers until you leave them alone. You read each interaction with that bored/slightly annoyed tone. That "I don't wanna be rude, but gawd, just leave me alone already so I can talk with the people I want to talk to" tone.

You know the one.

And then you curse your awkwardness, you withdraw and stop interacting. And when no one else reaches out to you (maybe because they too feel that awkward intimidation, but that doesn't occur to you, they're so outgoing! they're so confident! they're so cool!) you convince yourself that maybe you just weren't meant to have friends. No one seems to notice you're quieter than usual. Maybe you should just stop trying.

Maybe they think you're the rude one. You never meant to be rude, you're just so damn bad at doing this friend thing. How much interaction is too much? Are you smothering or aloof? Where's the line? Are you coming off funny and engaging, or loud and annoying? OMG you don't want to be that person that others hate even thinking about!

And on and on your thoughts swirl, micro-analyzing everything, and making you feel like every single interaction you've ever had was one-sided, that everyone you've ever spoken to forgot you the moment the conversation ended. That you are so forgettable that no one would notice if you just . . . stopped. Just disappeared. No one would notice. No one would care.

I see you, fellow socially awkward friends.

There is so much bad in the world. So many horrible things on grand and smaller scales on people's lives. It's hard to keep things in perspective. Everyone has their own trials, their own hardships that others may know nothing about. I try to keep that in mind. But I sometimes fall into my own head, letting the negative thoughts drag me under for a while.

So here's a hug for everyone who has those moments. Those fears. Those frustrations and feelings of sadness and loneliness. You are (ironically) not alone. 💖💕

reblog to blow up an ableist

A new mode of production arises out of the newly networked masses.

Falling in love

As an aroace I can confirm

I will cease to exist if I fall in love

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

Just had a thought about abilities in BSD.

Under a read more because I accidentally made a wall of text talking about this-

Oops ._.;

What if your control over your ability depends on how much you accept it as a part of you? The idea that every single ability has a consciousness, one that, no matter what, is made to protect or assist its user in some way. If you don't accept and come to terms with having a second 'you' inside you, then your ability will not work with you, simply because you are not willing to work with it when all it's trying to do is help you.

Because of this, it won't always do what you want it too at first, it won't always work, and it'll do what it thinks is best, not caring about what the user will think about it. You have to understand it was there to help you, learn that your ability is a part of you, even the parts that hurt others, the parts that hurt you, because in the end, all its doing is to fulfill the most human wish.

Survive. Live.

It's not always liking your ability, it's knowing that the ability is trying to protect you, to let you live and survive in grow no matter the cost. The pain it's caused will always be there, sometimes it will come back as a memory, and that pain comes flooding back. It's trying, and so are you. Yes, it will hurt sometimes, sometimes you'll wish you never had it, that you died instead of obtaining it, because that would prevent the pain it's caused. It's not learning to love your ability, it's learning that it embodies the part of you that wanted to survive. It's not entirely you, but a part of you. The more you know that, the easier it is to deal with and use to your advantage.

Weathergirl by Flavor Foley is so rimlaine coded

YALL SEE IT RIGHT

Maybe I'll work on a Rimlaine animatic after the atsushi one

Or, you know

Finishing writing those fics

Ooooo that sounds fun too

...

I'm not sleeping tonight, am I?

I should be doing one last edit and working on my AU, I'm not.

What am I doing instead?

Making an Atsushi Animatic

My September

New headcanon that Atsushi isn't actually a fan of his birthdays. Especially right after he leaves the orphanage. I feel like on his b-days there things would get extra bad. The only good thing is that the other kids would avoid him instead of joining in on the harassment from the staff, and even then they'd avoid him like the plague, giving him glances that screamed they were disgusted and scared of him. The staff would double down instead. Because of this Atsushi probably didn't mention his birthday to anyone, and was hesitant about it when any of the other ADA members asked. Ranpo ofc knew, and the first time Atsushis b-day passed Atsushi walked in to see a piece of candy from Ranpos stash on his desk. Now everyone knows when it is because of that, but the most they do is take a bit of the workload off of him (AKA get Dazai to do his own work, which he doesn't argue against aside from some complaining that day), and put something on his desk, because they know celebrations make him uncomfortable.

Hi hello I draw too so have this thing of Dazai from BSD :D

i like you *dooms your yaoi*

I just realized if I apply anything I write or think of to skk I can post it here and it’s still not that dumb (lies)

Rest in peace Rachel and thank you for being the voice of our childhood

Our original Jessie and Misty, Rachael Lillis, has sadly lost her battle to cancer and passed away Saturday. May she rest in peace. 😔

Day 7: Free Space - Undiagnosed Ranpo & Worried Dad Fukuzawa

For this day I was trying to do something with undiagnosed disability/ chronic illness. I think that most of us have had a time in our lives where we didn't understand what's going on and just wish someone would see what we're going through.

If you yourself are at a point in your disability journey without a diagnosis, please know your experiences are real and valid. Whether you have a diagnosis or not. And I wish all of you luck in your journeys moving forward <3

(Note: This is the first time I've done alt text for something this big, so if you have any revisions or better alt text please feel free to send them my way!!)

A few minutes ago I reblogged a poll about what tense(s) people prefer to read, and someone in the reblog tags mentioned what they prefer to write, and I thought...that'd be a fun poll....

reblog if you’re a safe place for:

lesbian

gay

bisexual

transgender

queer

pansexual

demisexual

ace

hopeless romantics

cis-men

cis-women

non binary folks

the whole spectrum etc…

follow everyone who reblogs ;)

:O

Hello Tumblr I have finally decided to ask a very important question:

How does one obtain a moot??

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

broken promises / bsd 117 coloring

How bout that new chapter huh

how do draw good

fill 14 sketch book

bad stuff is good stuff bc you made stuff

do you like sparkle???? draw sparkle

draw what make your heart do the smiley emote

member to drink lotsa agua or else bad time

d ont stress friend all is well

your art is hot like potato crisps

don’t let anyone piss on your good mood amigo

if they do

eat

them