Bluejaylo - Jays Art Archive!

kinda hate life rn but that's fine

how do you tell if a boy likes you?

U just gotta ask 'em, man. Boys are stupid as shit, I'm not even kidding.

oh no no sorry for the confusion. i tag all text posts i reblog with "#op is a dog brained cunt that should be shot in the street". for organizational purposes.

hey check this out *dies in front of you in every universe*

reblog to be eaten by this thing

i'm over here wishing i had an ipad so i could do digital art, also knowing that i damn well have enough money for one but my parents will be like 'wtf why do you have so much money' because they don't know that i sell art at my school and get a lot of money off of it because how gory and weird the art is and they prolly won't want me drawing that kind of stuff

pls tell me what ur great grandparents did for a living in the tags if u know... mine were dairy farmers, bakery workers and a security guard lol

Alien pulling your sleeve to get your attention: and who is this Cunt you all serve

@poemeater i dreamt about your shinso series and woke up feeling better. :3

The reason why I adore ALL tddk but why I especially find Shouto x Quirkless!Izuku so compelling is that. they're just-

Izuku with the hard-won victories and the barely-hidden Ambition that thrums in his veins. And Shouto who know the price of ambition but also knows exactly what it means when Izuku discards it in favour of helping him. Izuku- who was never really saved, who still prays, hopes, wishes and never actually expects anyone to show up, who sends the text in Hosu like it's a silly little ritual he has to complete. And Shouto who ditches everything and everyone and comes running. You came//You called. Izuku who smiles politely and Shouto who calls the chief of police a Mangy Mutt. Izuku who was raised on Full Internet Access and Shouto who had just discovered Memes and is unreasonably delighted about it.

and. they're just. A boy who is bluntly, tragically honest and another who is made of white lies. A boy with the power of god at his fingertips and a boy with nothing but his raised fists. A masterpiece and a defect. A boy in chains and a boy with all the freedom that a very tall building provides.

oh and they're both awkward, blushing messes. they're idiots. they're bestfriends. they're late-night arguments over Conspiracy Theories. They are so intense and unintentionally hilarious. They're sun-and-moon coded. They're deep-seated abandonment issues and a difficulty in letting anything go. They're hands, hands, hands. They're two pieces of rubble whose jagged edges fit. They're bury my feet in cement cause I'm never leaving you. They're I'm sorry I didn't know you when we were kids. I would have iced the bruises on your back. They ARE SOULMATES-