Just Played A Strange Roblox Game With My Brothister And He Died Quite Quickly But I Didn't And I Had

me every day

draws this then smokes two joints to the face and passes out.

first real post on tumblr!!! I drew Mark Heathcliff and Cesar Torres in Mesmerizer because I wanted to, and I drew it on IbisPaint on my phone so that was something but I've done it before :3

/e wave hi there tumblr please dont eat me alive :3

I have unnecessary beef with the THINK principle.

Like

If you told me to off myself three sentences after you told me to report an alternate to the authorities, i would do neither, actually

Fuck you, I'm not offing myself AND I'm not telling the cops shit, what're they even gonna do, tell people 'hey theres an alternate around' and do NOTHING ELSE?? That's what they always do. Fuck the police and fuck the alternates

What is up with tumblr sexymen killing powerful people 😭

THEY'RE TWO FOR TWO

Wait wait wait, so you're telling me, that not only did Stan win the Tumblr Sexyman contest on Weed Day, BUT HE ALSO SOMEHOW KILLED THE FUCKING POPE?!

the owl house lumity (its lesbian but same idea)

I find it funny when queer fantasy stories are written in a setting where homophobia doesn't exist, but there's a ~forbidden romance~ element coming from some completely different, fantastical prejudice. Like

"Son, I don't care if you suck dick, but no child of mine will be sharing a bed with a goddamn necromancer!"

LIVE LAUGH MANDELA WOMEN

Some real quick Sarah and Evelin drawings because they don't get the love and attention they deserve in this fandom 😔😔😔😔

Also I just really love them ❤️❤️❤️

(P.s: updated the picture cos I forgot to add shading and what not 🥲👍)

if i had a nickel for every time i was in a fandom where one character is almoat universally despised, I'd have 2 nickels. which isnt a lot but considering the characters thank GOD it's happened twice.

THIS ALMOST MADE ME CRY GOD DAMN

“He was just a boy…”

I’m a sucker and I have a hc that Dave Lee is Mark’s maternal uncle—brother to his mother, he kept the family name (unmarried) while Mark’s mother took her husband’s name (Heathcliff). Also had the idea that….for whatever reason they stopped talking and as a result he lost touch with his nephew and niece. Still….he was in Mandela the night Mark died when Mark’s parents weren’t, and Thatcher had to tell someone. That someone ended up being him.

How must it feel to know the little boy he remembers, hand barely big enough to fit in the palm of his, gone forever now. He never got to know him as a seventeen year old, and now he’ll never know him as an adult either. The next morning, Dave Lee never showed up to church. O’Brian called, but he didn’t answer.

How could he believe in a God that would let this happen?

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“He was just a boy…”