they worry about me sometimes


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Guys…. Yesterday I lashed out a tiny bit and my ask box was getting heavy and I was so afraid to even open it. So I asked my friend to take a look at the messages for me and she told me it was safe to look because pretty much every single message and comment of all those dozens that I received yesterday were the most heartwarming. So I went ahead and read them all and broke down weeping uncontrollably because you are all so so so sweet and wonderful and kind, I cannot even explain it… thank you so much with all my heart for being so understanding and supportive. Whenever I feel like I’m getting overwhelmed or begin feeling pressured, you help me remember how amazing it is to be part of this community, and my gratefulness is not only brought back to the surface but also multiplies a million times. Really. I’m just some random sad nerd who fell in love with a fictional world and wants to recreate it out of my imagination, and you are here being with me and loving it. Thank you so so so SOOOoooosnsdsfehgu much. Really. Truly. Love you all, even if you don’t really care that much, I still love you and am grateful for you. You don’t have to be here, but you are, and you appreciate whatever I manage to give. Thank you ❤

P.S. I’ll try to respond to the off-anon messages as soon as I have time!!


If you’re ever having a hard time, you can always message me. I care about everyone here and I’d love to talk with you if you need me. You aren’t invisible and you’ll always matter to me.

Being really alone means being free from anticipation. Even to know that something is going to happen, that I am required to do something is an intrusion on the emptiness I am after. What I love to see is an empty diary, pages and pages of nothing planned. A date, an arrangement, is a point in the future when something is required of me. I begin to worry about it days, sometimes weeks ahead. Just a haircut, a hospital visit, a dinner party. Going out. The weight of the thing-that-is-going-to-happen sits on my heart and crushes the present into non-existence. My ability to live in the here and now depends on not having any plans, on there being no expected interruption. I have no other way to do it. How can you be alone, properly alone, if you know someone is going to knock at the door in five hours, or tomorrow morning, or you have to get ready and go out in three days’ time? I can’t abide the fracturing of the present by the intrusion of a planned future.
—  Jenny Diski, from “On Spiders and Respect for Sheep,” Trying to Keep Still

Do you wanna build a snowman?

I worry about me sometimes.

#snowman #snow #winter #snowsculpture #frozen #morbid #notacryforhelp

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If Yuuri was a stripper back in Detroit Pt 17
  • Yurio: Yo Viktor, I think you oughta second guess your whole thing with Katsudon.
  • Viktor: Why would you say that?
  • Yurio: From what I gather I think he had a pretty shifty job back in Detroit.
  • Viktor: What did he tell you?
  • Yurio: Nothing! He's so secretive about it. I bet it has to do with drugs or the mafia or something.
  • Viktor: Aww you're so cute!
  • Yurio: WTF? Why?!
  • Viktor: Worrying about me like that! You can be so sweet sometimes <3
  • Yurio: Ah fuck you and forget I said anything. Go marry the fucking drug tycoon!

“If I can’t save my old family, I can save my new one.” ~Ronan Lynch
Felt some feels about the Gangsey on Father’s Day and drew this. Have a safe and happy Father’s Day, everybody!


I accidentally watched most of Mewtwo Returns a few weeks ago and was reminded of exactly why I love Mewtwo so much.

  • *Bart's lab*
  • Sherlock: *pacing back and forth, alternating between anxiously glancing at his laptop and checking his watch*
  • John: *drumming his fingers on the bench* Will you stop it? You're driving me mad.
  • Sherlock: *still pacing* I can't help it. She's never late.
  • John: It's only been ten minutes.
  • Sherlock: *rummaging for his phone* I calling Graham.
  • John: *shakes his head* So she went out last night-
  • Sherlock: *fidgeting* Yes, without my knowledge. I hadn't had him checked, he could be anyone. She hasn't updated her blog, any of her social media, called, text. Anything could have happened to her.
  • John: *shrugs* She might have got lucky.
  • Sherlock: *glares at him*
  • John: *rolls his eyes* Or murdered. Who knows?
  • Sherlock: *dialling* He wouldn't dare.
  • Molly: *hurries into the lab; pulling on her lab coat, out of breath*
  • Molly: *notices them and smiles* Oh, hi. Sorry I'm late...traffic, you know. That, and my stupid phone broke...
  • Sherlock: *sweeps her up into a tight hug; murmuring into her hair, relieved* Thank you for not sleeping with the murderer.
  • Molly: *confused; glances at John*
  • John: *mouths* Tough morning.
  • Molly: *awkwardly pats his back* Um, okay...

i feel really bad that i haven’t been able to post anything about the gem au in a while, like art, but i’m just getting busy with school

and in case anyone cares i may or may not be making halloween/christmas icons of the fusions :3

I’ve always been kind of bothered by that hypermasculine trope where the father has to threaten or be stern with the daughter’s boyfriend, even if it’s joking. Like “don’t hurt my daughter or I’ll ______”

And tbh, it kinda surprises me when people paint Tom in that light because I feel like that’s the last thing he’d tell Adrien. 

He’d sooner get down on his knees, thank God, collect his winnings from his wife because he knew Adrien would ask his daughter out this week, give them money to go on a date, and say that they’re not allowed back before 10pm because “I’ve been waiting for this day for years, please go show my daughter a good time, make her happy, it’s all I want.”

Men are only offended by women’s bodies when it’s not for a mans pleasure. Men constantly yell things like “take it off” and take pleasure in viewing the naked female body but the second women say #freethenipple men see it as disgusting. If you’ve been begging women to take their tops off don’t get mad when women take pride in their bodies and realize they shouldn’t have to hide their bodies when men don’t have to.

I love sitting outside at night. Alone or with people. It always relaxes me. I love being able to see the beautiful stars, or even just to look up at the dark sky. It makes me feel small sometimes and forget about my worries. There’s a whole world out there living under the same sky as me. People have it worse and people have it better. But after all, we’re all human just trying to get through the day.