when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
but if I sleep that means I have to go to work…. But I need to sleep cause I’m going to work but if I go to sleep that means I have to go to work… and if I’m going to work I need to sleep but if I sleep now I’ll have to go to work
cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹
i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them
I will keep visiting! For you.....and the chocolate croissants....
Them!
A little sketch page of screencap redraws I did to get the hang of their faces better...
I just spent about half an hour scrolling through cute domestic Yuji and Choso comics totally forgetting I searched for a smiling Yuji reference....
What a good half hour....
Save me fic update and incredibly loud music....save me...
koi no yokan | Itafushi | M/M |College/Band AU | Angst w Happy Ending (you have to suffer for it) | 8/16 | 6.0k | read from beginning
Warnings: heavy drinking, smoking, slightly suggestive, megumi's got some real issues ngl....Naoya appearance...
“I’m never going to be able to eat all this,” Megumi said as Itadori passed him a plate piled high with rice, steamed veggies, and meatballs. Itadori settled into the couch next to him, balancing his own plate as their knees pressed together from the proximity. “Don’t even try to argue with him,” Yoshino replied. “Yuuji’s primary way of showing he cares is through food, and he really likes you, so he’s going to feed you a lot, regardless of what you say. He’s like the grandma that doesn’t let you have an empty plate for more than fifteen seconds.” Megumi wouldn’t know what that was like, but he was more preoccupied with the way Itadori’s skin heated at Yoshino’s words, burning Megumi through the layers of fabric separating them. “I never should have put you two in the same room,” he grumbled. “Junpei’s gonna try to tell you all my secrets, Fushiguro. Don’t listen to him.”
Feeling that so much right now
my big dream is it to make a graphic novel or something about the queer history of the Weimar republic because!!!!!! There's so much and it drives me crazy that queer history isn't really talked about that much in Germany... Like the amount of social progress in regards to queerness that was destroyed by the Nazis that is not really discussed? Makes me so sad every time I think about it
We're hearing weird noises outside....
It's either an idiot with a moped or a crazy chainsaw murderer....
unconditionally
I've never been to a club... Gina (she/her) has no idea what she's doing... also I'm new here, I make art, please be nice
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