IM CRYING 😂😂

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Egotober Day 26: Your Reality

Jackieboy Man’s reality doesn’t look too fun =)

@therealjacksepticeye

THIS TOOK ME 6 FUCKING HOURS, PLEASE APPRECIATE AND REBLOG IT

Hey, you. Yeah, you. Reading this right now. Stop what you’re doing for a few minutes and read this, okay? It’s important. It’ll only take a few minutes, I promise.

Let me start off by telling you how incredibly brave you are. I’m serious. You’re living in an uncertain world, and you still woke up today. It doesn’t matter if you got out of bed. If you got dressed. You’re awake. You’re here, with us. With the community online that loves you. You’re here. You could have hidden yourself away today. But you didn’t. You were brave and came to be with your friends today.

You know what else, though? You’re a wonderful person. No, don’t argue. Just listen for now. It’s okay. You don’t have to believe it for it to be true. You have been through so much. It has made you stronger. You are so strong. That doesn’t mean you have to be strong all the time, though. You’re allowed to be weak. You’re allowed to need to lean on someone. It’s okay. Nobody is going to judge you for that. If they do, they must have forgotten that they’ve had to lean before, too.

You are not a mistake. You’re not worthless. You bring joy to peoples’ lives. You might not even know the people that you bring joy to, but they’re there. They exist. Just like others bring joy to your life. That’s an important thing to be a part of. We need more joy in the world. I’m so glad that you’re here to help with that. I’m so proud of you for being here.

You are wanted. You are needed. If something were to happen to you, there are people that would miss you. People who would ask what happened to you. There are people that care about your wellbeing. We love you. It’s okay to come to us when everything feels hopeless. You’re not worthless. I promise.

I’m so, so proud of you and so happy that you’re here, reading this right now. I’m so happy that you’re still with us. Please don’t go where your friends can’t follow. Nobody in the world can replace you.

You can keep scrolling now. Just remember that there’s someone out there that cares about you, okay? Have a good rest of your day.

reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

@multiplefandomsfangirl

PETITION TO BRING BACK CHASE BRODY!

Like and re blog to sign petition

Tag people who will care!

@nighttimestudyblr @chase-brody-protection-squad @jackieboymannnn @valkyreskye

So I was looking up name meanings and apparently Ash Lander’s last name comes from the old English ‘lavendier’, which means ‘one who washes or cleans’.

Huh.

i feel like we need to have a better line in the “gays who can drive” community between “gays who THINK they can drive” and “gays who can actually drive” because my girlfriend can actually drive and get this sexy intense look when shifting gears but my twink roommate is driving me rn and im terrified for my life he’s just singing along to panic at the disco with both his hands out the window and his eyes shut

SUH dudes~

Day 69: still know search of the missing tablet pen….

I made this with my phone again and I have to say I’m getting better at how to use Ibis paint with a small screen however I still miss my tablet 😭

I HAD to draw something with what happened today and I saw a lot of theories that included anti on tumblr

And seeing as Anti always links to puppets…

Maybe he was being controlled…

DUN

DUN

DUUUUUN!!!!

That’s just a theory-

AN ANTI THEORY!!!!

Hope you enjoy 😂

*Reblogs*

@therealjacksepticeye

GURL! CLIMB THAT LADDER, IF THERE’S ANYTHING BLOCKING UR WAY YOU BETTER USE THAT PIPE YOU JUST WASTED TIM ON ON LEVERAGE. 

Choose Your Mistakes #5

Part five of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you haven’t already, and be sure to make your choice below.

You decided to grab the pipe and run.

You reached for the pipe. You’d take anything that provided a sense of protection, even if it was a false one. The broken metal was cold in your grip. Bracing a foot against the wall, you tugged hard. The light flickered and buzzed above you. The door handle behind you began to turn. You heard metal scraping.

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