Ahhahaha *throws Horrible Art At You And Runs*

I told myself I would try to post, then completely forgot about it lol

~Dialogue Prompt 1~

Character A:- -see, then when they said that last part I just couldn't-

*They glance at Character B*

Character A- You're not even listening, huh?

Character B- Wha- no, no, no, I am, I swear! I just-

Character A- Nope. Shush. When was the last time you slept?

Character B- ...

Character A- God*dammit* you idiot, get some sleep!

Character B- I don't need sl-

*Character A hits them with a pillow out, successfully silencing them*

Character A- Don't even start with that! You need sleep, and you're getting sleep, end of story. If you still try to refuse, I *will* tranquilize you.

Character B- ...God, fine. You're horrible...

I'll just be chilling and laughing about something then suddenly my voice is the grossest thing I've ever heard, my chest is too big, my words are too mixed. The walls are too tight and air isn't right and I'm doing... nothing to stop it. I sit and I stare and I am for once silent. The people around me do not question, as silence from such a noisy creature is rare and peaceful. Yet does the silence kill the lamb, blood trickles down your arm as a stream trickles water, and nothing makes sense in the end. You read this for what? You breathe for what? You continue this scrappy life of passing through the world, there but not. Aware but not. Conscious but not. Hopeful but not. You are you. I am me. Or must I be? Are we to be? Are you me? Am I you? Who is to say? Who is to blame? What is to blame? You spiral farther and farther and deeper and lower and the endless seam cracks and breaks and you're confused but you don't dare call out, not to the void. Not to such a precious thing. Cherished pain and fragmented memories and pointless words that scream nothing with wishes to speak of something, anything, so much more than this mess.

Because art is an expression, and nothing is real. If everything is made up, how are we to feel?

They say to count your days and keep your blessings close

Or was it the other way, where nothing is to cope?

Because you read this and wonder if there's even a point, a message

So, I'll be straight here- I think I want to end this

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

Oh my gods they switched us

While we're on the topic, I now wanna know the differences in our candy lol

Do you guys have these?? Peak????

Just found out that apperently THESE are Smarties for Americans

Someone pls tell me this is not true cuz ain't no way your Smarties are just Rockets

Can an American pls confirm or deny this???? Cuz I need to know if this is real

What did we do to deserve Bill Nye

This the type of shit that makes me have hope in the world again. Sign me up, I wanna be like this.

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Stupid Headcanons because I haven't posted in a while and I'm bored

Hawks can secretly sometimes be very wounded from creative insults because he never went to middle school, so he never experienced just how sassy teenagers can be

Kirishima has a small worry that if/when he were to get a partner that he would accidentally cut them with his shark teeth, so he's extra careful

Aizawa will never admit it but he's gotten so used to Mic or his students just yapping in the background it's grown to be a sort of comfort and it makes it hard for him to sleep with silence

Koda and Amajiki are totally friends, and Koda often introduces Amajiki to animals and explains them so he won't be scared if them

Mic totally listens to bands like Neon Trees and he keeps trying to introduce different genres of music to Aizawa. Aizawa rejects everytime, but occasionally listens to a few and enjoys it

Katsuki secretly loves Hot to Go ever since he heard the girls playing it [protector of the lesbians-]

Denki is actually pretty good with hair and loves trying out new styles. They turn out a bit of a mess sometimes, but he's careful to be gentle and he has great gossip while he does it

Shinso has shoes that has soles like cat beans. Like just casually, everyday wear. Nobody actually notices, but once Aizawa did and asked where he got them from

I might just be an idiot [I lied I'm always an idiot], but Keigo's hair has been sorta trained that way to be pushed back with how fast he flies. He's once tried to put his hair back down, but it did not cooperate

Mina is a total MLP stan and will tell off anyone who tries to say it's for kids or it's cringe. She's a firm believer that people can like whatever they like as long as it's not something disgusting like p3do

Hawks has to force himself to sleep and is used to taking pills that make him immediately fall asleep. Reason for his being- he's so energetic and feels the need to constantly be moving and helping and fighting crime. But he needs to keep up a public appearance that he's fine, so he can't have eye bags or seem tired

Yesterday's Inktober I forgot to post haha

Also the last page in my sketchbook and the only one I have left is the size of my palm ':]

I remember when I was really young I was in gymnastics for a time and I only ever wanted to do the thing where you jumped in the foam pits. Except I didn't get out. And I was too short to actually reach anything else so the teachers there just kinda... let me

AAAAA CANT DRAW

TOO FUCKING JITTERY