Rest In Power.

Pastel!Shouto lmao

HIS HAIR IS FREAKING HALF PINK HALF BLONDE!!!!

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“Shh, hey. Hey. I’m sorry I scared you, Pete.”

Continuing on my fix-it quest.

Please do not tag as ship.

i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it 

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.

Connor: … Um… Hank… Sumo is…

Hank: SUMO! NO!

Drew this to get my feels out and also to have an excuse to put Connor and Sumo in party hats. X’D

rotoscope ☼ ☽

peter: *gets slightly hurt*

tony, suiting up: WHO THE FUCK WANNA DIE

not any more bastard

Jimin snapped in that last gif

kbs gayo daechukje 2018:  solos medley + FAKE LOVE

This doesn’t spoil but announces the mood for endgame

Please, please if you’re having major anxiety disorder, or you have hypersensibility, watch out ; you may want to not even watch the film at all. I’m not saying this to freak you out or to disgust you, I’m saying this because I care and my experience with watching the film on theater had been SHIT. I had 2 different kind of panic attack and I’m NOT joking. Please, please watch out.