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IM GOING TO FUCKING KMSSSSSSSS
IM REWATCHING THE HUNGER GAMES MOCKINGJAY PART TWO AND FINNICKKKKKKK
FINNICK DESERVED TO LIVEEEEE OUTTA EVERYONE HE DESERED TO LIVEEEE. MY FUCKING SICK MY STOMACH HURTS SEDATED MEEEEEE
Hello everyone... unfortunately I got fever, I feel shitty, I will try keep drawing promise meow
I'm drinking Theraflu out of a glass cause we ran out of mugs.
guys im gonna crash out if one more person mischaracterises or doesn’t understand why pricefield stans are mad about the double exposure break up. we are not mad because we think that they are the only ship to exist or that they have to be canon, we are mad because the WHOLE last game was chloe and max saying “hey girl, we will NEVER EVEREVER leave eachother!!!!!” just for deck nine to completely erase that???? the player literally sacrificed a town so that they could keep living TOGETHER, not for them to not talk?????? also chloe price aka “free spirit”??????? HELLO???? WHOS IDEA WAS THIS????? that girl would NOT finish a relationship because she doesn’t want to be tied down??? she wouldn’t just break up with max. please i can’t do this!!!!????!!!!?
doodled doc :3
drew this with a migraine. YIPPEE!!/s
I don’t know why Icarus level heights the gods thought I reached for me to deserve this treatment ???
but I would like them to know they are misinformed and to please stop hurting me.
he desperately wanted kenny to hug him even though he hates him even though his clothes are filthy and he smells gross and he merely treats him like a person, levi still wanted to feel warm in someone's arm again like he did when kuchel hold him; he knew it won't be the same but he still wanted and waited, his arms itched his body felt cold and he kept waiting but for a very, very long time, no one touched him like his mother did. his hair got long and he considered going to a barber to feel someone's touch even at the tip of his hair. at some nights he felt his mother's lingering touch on himself and tried to remember how it felt to be touched without feeling threatened, when his hands are covered with blood he tried to remember how the same blood makes people warm in their veins and how it felt to be touched, touched, touched
touch starved
nooo i don't think about hange spending their last years on being a commander with loads of responsibilities and rather boring duties compared to their fun experiments and brilliant researches which they had enjoyed very much hahaha im not thinking about that at all!!
ain’t no fucking way i start dying of a cold the night before my 21st birthday what the hell
I threw up last night like half of my lunch, had the most crushing, pain in my stomach at 4:30 in the morning and now I’m sweating and rotting in my room.
In the meantime ik I was boycotting about Freaks but I don’t feel like making persona art rn, give me some ideas cause I’m bored pretty please. I’ll even draw ships ig
have we done this one yet
*walks on stage slowly. Gets to mic stand and taps my papers on the wood with a grimace. Look out to the murmuring crowd with a grim expression before clearing my throat and leaning in to the mic*
Ehem. Yuck. Eugh.
*the crowd gets louder, the murmurs becoming jeers. I clench my fists and glare at them imploringly as i grab the mic*
Gross, unpleasant even! Suffering? Unfair!
*the crowd begins shouting and tearing at eachother, blood flies and security rush towards me. I shout into the mic as i am dragged away*
Peace was never an option!! Unrest!! Melodies of vile malice play in the heart of each atom!!
*i am aprehended as the crowd decimates eachother. As im dragged offstage the people begin to look more like animals as they stain their teeth with blood. I laugh as my jailers stare ahead unseeingly. My mistress cant ignore this, and i am owed a visit.*
Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.
They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.
THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.
I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.
BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.
They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.
THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.
very loose and messy ohshc au but i could only decide on three club members
im having such a bad day i wanna cry
So it's a hot second since I've posted anything on here. And now I plan to post more and even update my stuff since I don't really like how I written my little introduction it feels kinda lame. So yeah I'll probably start working it later today since I don't have much to do well... except being sick and all that jass, but yep thanks for reading.
The contents of my stomach are trying to make there way out. Violently. From both ends.
was it casual
When you wanna draw but at the same time you don’t cuz you feel like shit. Just so you know the reason i haven’t posted anything like wips is because i haven’t done anything due to being sick and not properly eating in a whole week. Feel like shit and like imma throw up every time i try and eat food. Been eating small things like fruit because i can’t eat normal food. I wake up and my whole world feels like shit its bee going on for a whole week it started the week before last week on thursday i think idk. Feel like shit. I will repost/reblog stuff but anything else is heavily delayed. Also i forgot to mention all my other socials so ill come up with like some intro to me in like a while.
The chest infection is infecting. 😔😔
I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way
mcd drabble i didn’t finish,,,, god i feel absolutely sick about this why did i cook too hard 😭😭😭
Random quote I remember making for an oc of mine
"Curiosity didn't kill the cat. Curiosity made the cat kill."
Mmmmmmmmm~
Midnight snack of frozen fish fingers and milk
Me: *has a GI stomach bug,aka:is sick*
Dad: have you fed the rabbits?
Me: no, I've been throwing up and my body aches, and I don't want to move.
Dad: well you better go see how many of them are dead, then.
Me, internally: it's only been two days? I'm sick?? Why is that no one else can do it??? Literally, you can do it???? IM SICK?????
Hello lovely people!!! 💕💕💕
So I got a bit of time and am in the middle of fighting a rather strong art block 😭
(And also I'm sick rn, I'm dying, I'm not jumping to conclusions, I'm dying, I'm dead, I died)
But as a sane person I drew this for 2 days straight in complete silence, no but fr am I a maniac for drawing in silence??? Like no music or anything, just silence, I feel like I'm not the only one. Just makes me focus better✨
Uhhhh I know I promised that this post will be fnaf related buuuutttt my husband asked nicely and no one goes before husband. Next post will most likely be tho!
So have me and my kitten whiskers dressed in Hogwarts uniforms, I loved Harry Potter ever since I was little. shame that JK Bowling is a jerk :/
Oh and bear with the background, I still suck at them 💕💕💕💕
Love you lovelies 💕💕💕
My friend/mom/dad: Oh, come on! Why don’t you show me what you write?
Me *writing hurt/comfort nc-17 shit about two gay aliens/monsters with mpreg*:
Ummm...
Baxter?
My ability to draw Baxter is slowly diminishing, like my will to live...