"you Can't Just Redraw That One Jinx And Powder Image With Every Character You Like" Hahah Watch Me !

this post has been haunting me since i saw it in late 2019

gay son or thot daughter?

Me: *Talking about Death Note, mentions L*

Friend: Oh, isn’t he the guy that looks like Jeff the Killer?

Me: Don’t you dare compare L to a shitty creepypasta character, disgraceful.

what i love about tumblr and a03 is that the tags act as extra posts, but funnier

SPIDERMAN LAYOUTS // LIKE+REBLOG

Lovemail for ANPs not enough ppl talk about them or appreciate them imo

just saw someone posting about how gross hannigram is and im just?? look at his face, look at how he looks at will.

bubbline means so much to me you don't understabnd

Screencap redraws for fun

Madeline Hatter Layouts!

Recently I've been craving human blood.

People always say it's the quietest at night, I think they're probably wrong. Or maybe I just have superhearing, but recently I've found, during restless walks around town, that everything is so much louder. It startled me at first, the loudness. But as I found that I could drone in on sounds and where they were coming from, I was eerily calm. It was the way my head snapped with precision when a noise was 'too close' that took me a while to get used to. Automatic like gunfire to where the sound was, as if waiting to strike. Like a midnight hunter, prowling. And thats when I noticed it. The hunger. at first I wasn't sure what it was, but I could taste it on my tongue. I think, if I hadn't been able to taste it, I wouldn't have realized. To give some background, when I was a child, at some point, I had found out that if I open my mouth and breathe in through it while smelling something at the same time, that it would enhance the smell. I think I had read somewhere about cats doing it in 'Warrior cats' and found a way to mimic it, but anyways, it's become a habit when I'm on edge, one of my animalistic inclinations that almost always overtook my human ones when I was walking alone at night. As if a part of me just turned feral. Like I was no longer human but a coalescence of all of the animals i'd encountered. I would hiss or growl, carry things in my teeth when convenient, or even sometimes flex my hands like a cat flexing its claws. which I had. My nails were long and sharpened to a point, not for aesthetics, but as a sort of weapon, in case my trusty pocket knife were to be torn from me in some way. I think I've always been this way. This animalistic amalgamation that couldn't hardly be called human, at least not fully. But recently as I've found myself sleeping for 16 hours a day and being awake during the night, it's gotten worse. The iron-ey taste of blood stuck in my nose, it just made me.. hungry. I'd smell upwind as if hunting, which i was always downwind, but that would be upwind for whatever was behind me. good for a hunter, bad for the prey.. so I guess the question would be, am I the hunter, or the prey? I guess we'll find out.

THIS IS ACTUALLY CRAZY HELLO?? IMAGINE LOSING YOUR **OWN CHARACTER** BECAUSE SOMEONE DOESNT LIKE THAT YOU HURT THEM........

not submission. I really hate the "My OC, my rules" thing. Cause like, no? Just because they are your oc doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them. If you want to make your oc suffer and not like them get help, you deserve to lose rights over them. Especially if you only do that stuff to purposely trigger people. Once you do that, your oc no longer belongs to you. they belong to the public who will take better care of them instead

Making a comment to get this to post.

Starting October 1st

I will be posting *DAILY* Halloween themed posts. :-D