Always Wanted A Powerline T-shirt But I Could Never Find One That Clicks With Me, So I Made One For Myself!

I always liked Chad he was so sassy and stupid. When I was younger I swore I could fix him.

You can only reblog this today.

Bi (?) Capricorn, cant swim

@yourlocalsonia2

Hey guys rb this with ur sign, ur orientation + if you can swim or not, im gay a leo and I cant

Continuing the theme of grown-up characters, I drew Amber. I'm so proud of her arc of becoming the crown princess and so I really wanted to draw her as the queen (of my heart).

Even though it's not full length, I still played with the details of her outfits because, unlike Sofia, her style is more festive, I think. She seemed to have stepped out of a ceremonial portrait, and this is due not only to Amber’s love for jewelry, but also to her status. I see her as a wonderful queen, so much so that even her appearance is flawless.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

@yourlocalsonia2

Belos simps/sympathisers are a major red flag to me. He's not hot. He's a white Christian puritan that tried to commit genocide. You can't make him an "uwu soft boy." Idk if it's just me, but I can't look past the genocide and abuse enough to find him appealing in any capacity

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your honor I know he said a homophobic slur but he’s gay he can reclaim it 🫶

I wrote this for a freshman year English assignment

December 26 I opened my eyes

a sweet summer sky full of wonder

a sparkling shore swimming with marine life and acute awareness

At two years old I tried to join my sister's class

they said I wasn't ready; I could have been ready

Six years old I was a student

reading novels, doing advanced math, a social butterfly

mom's perfect daughter

i couldn't have been ready

Twelve, a hurricane

waves hitting, a freight train shattering every bone in the body

disease striking the world, pain striking my mind like no twelve year old should know

my first thoughts of ending it, deep cuts engraving once perfect skin

tears shed, friends lost, incessant dread lurking as the Grim Reaper breathes down my neck

Fifteen, will I ever be ready

newfound friends, love, a new sense of belonging

but still i bleed, they scream, and together we weep, knowing I could have been more

i am drowning in that ocean, burning in the sun

look what's come of be, a wreck, a disaster in the making

I wasn't ready

(I think I got a B+ on this, so ig at least my teacher liked it)

"pasta only fills you up with empty calories" have you considered that it also fills me with love