such a tough kid

anonymous asked:

noodle seemed like a tough kid, she was delivered from japan to england in a crate and lived in a zombie infested studio but she still got nightmares, like repressed memories of life as a child soldier. Russel makes her hot chocolate and tucks her back into bed. 2D tells her goofy jokes and they play video games. Murdoc kicks all the groupies out of his bed and lets her sleep on his sofa for the night.

when she was little she struggled with nightmares of things she didn’t remember. the boys were always there if she woke up and they’d do anything to make her feel safe again. it happens less now she’s older but they still make an effort to comfort her if it ever happens again

hail--bail  asked:

I JUST REALLY WANNA QUICKLY SAY THAT: 1: I LOVE YOUR ART 2:iLY 3: I WANNA HUG YOUR TOM BECAUSE HE IS ADORABLEEEE (TBH ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE ADORABLE IN UR STYLE)

aaaaaaw i love you too, you’re so nice!
i try to make them look cool and tough but i guess its not working huh
just kidding, i’m happy you like my drawings :3

TWD groups for y’all who are lost

Alexandraian’s/ Ricks group: The cool kids TM, super popular, act tough but cry a lot.

The Hilltop: the fucking pushovers, think they’ve got this whole thing figured out but only have 12% of a plan

The Kingdom: fUcKING nERds, L.A.R.P is life, giant kitty, basically theater kids in the za

The Saviors/ Negan’s group: 50% Jock, 50%Greaser, 100% assholes, basically hopper from bug’s life but worse 

Last night I dreamt about a lot of random stuff, but at one point I came across an office guy wearing bondage gear, and in the dream I immediately knew the whole story behind that.

In the 70’s a man was accused of killing his wife and children. I knew in the dream he had done it, but the world wasn’t sure because he kept claiming he was innocent. To show how unfairly he felt he was being treated, the man started wearing bondage gear to hinder his own movements. “Look how peaceful I am! I’m putting myself in bondage just for you!”

Many years later a hugely popular rapper got accused of tax evasion. He wrote a rap about it, and in the video he wore bondage inspired by the 70’s man, as a symbol of being hunted by society despite being innocent.

That kicked off a new bondage fashion trend. First among lower class people, then rich kids who wanted to be tough, and eventually the original reason for the bondage was forgotten and it became a required part of male fashion. Really rich men would even wear bondage so restrictive other people had to help them with everything.

That was by far the most interesting part of last nights dream.

Edit: People seem to think there’s some deep meaning to this. I had just seen some photos from a high fashion show that incorporated bondage gear into the clothes the evening before. Also, I’m always a sucker for crime shows which is why there’s so many crime lords running around in my dreams.

toys are weapons, weapons are toys

Actually reading the book right now (muttering “No, Kevin” on every other page). He keeps haunting me aah
Art blog: questionartbox

Can we talk about this?

Dex Entry; Although its name was Type: Null at first, the boy who evolved it into this form gave it the name by which it is now known.

I think we all know what boy it’s talking about.

Silvally may be a combination of silver and ally
Silvadi may be a combination of silver and buddy.

So let me get this straight, this tough acting, no nonsense kid; named this new pokemon who’s a mini-arceus (arceus the god of all pokemon) and a weapon designed to counter some threat, buddy. 

THAT IS THE CUTEST, FUNNIEST THING EVER!!!

Just plain flat out adorable. 

imagine guzma just walking around the mansion and finding one of the grunts crying by themself in a corner somewhere and his heart just breaks so he goes over and squats next to them and he’s just like “it’s ok buddy, i like to cry by myself sometimes too”

and the grunts trying to wipe their tears away so they dont seem weak in front of the boss like “what really??”

and guzma just smiles like “cryin aint nothin to be ashamed of, everyones got somethin goin on, and cryins the best way to let it out i guess”

and this grunts just looking at guzma with love and admiration and stars in their eyes like ‘im in love with u’

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“One thing I’ve had to work on is being really tough on myself. My mom says that when I was a kid she always felt bad punishing me because I always punished myself the worst when I made mistakes, locking myself in my room and feeling so bad I did something wrong or hurt someone. But when I’m writing, I can’t second-guess myself. You have to be confident enough to have ideas.”

Companion piece to this! This time it’s the beta kids :’D Like Jake, I think Jade would be the one to be able to pick all her friends up with ease! (This was also me putting down similarities and contrasts I’ve already spotted between the Alpha and Beta children~)

{Safety net.}

Okay is a tricky term, because this state of neither good nor bad exists on uneven ground, and it’s too easy to trip and fall off the edge of the world. To think it took so little as a dream about homemade ice cream is almost as unsettling to Andrew as the falling itself.

The damn dream even kept him down when Neil got up and left for a run without him. Were Andrew in his right mind, the shift of the mattress would have woken him.

He’s getting sloppy, he’s getting careless, weak, and something resembling content, and his guard is crumbling.

Andrew drags himself out of bed. He showers. The pale lines crisscrossing his forearms keep catching his eye even in this shitty bathroom lighting. He can’t look at them without making a fist. As soon as he’s out from under the water he goes straight for his armbands and slips them onto his still wet skin.

When Neil gets back from his run, Andrew’s smoking out the bedroom window. Outside is not an option today. He needs the A/C at his back. The heat of July in Colombia, or anywhere in South Carolina, is the brutal sort that doesn’t take kindly to a double layer of long sleeves.

The open window is more for show than anything, the light breeze carrying most of the smoke back inside. Oh well. He tried. Neil, energized instead of exhausted from his run, leans against the wall in the direct path of the smoke-wind and inhales. “Yes or no?“

Andrew shoots a sidelong glance at Neil’s smiling face, his flushed skin and sweaty hair. “You’re gross. Take a shower.”

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