*gripping Your Shoulders And Shaking You* You Gotta Promise Me One Thing, If Nothing Else. You Have To

Silly sketch on commission break

The tags are everything I know. I am sharing this with every single one to try and spread the word.

Me and my friend, Emoballs, have made Satan x Giyuu art. Satyuu

In this one, Giyuu works at McDonald's and gives Satan a happy meal, then they fall in love. ♥

Satan eating spaghetti and Giyuu is very sad because he wanted spaghetti and Satan was a meanie who ate it infront of him.

And then Giyuu getting revenge by eating pizza, that Satan wanted, in front of him.

reblog to blow up an ableist

Oh, pain! That’s not good.

Someone looked down at their foot, the thickened skin torn and chewed. They’d peeled too many layers and their nail stabbed through the last one, the corner of their heel was trickling blood.

Panic welled up, they didn’t like blood. Blood meant something was wrong, something was hurt. Blood stays on the inside, they cannot bleed—shaky breaths, shaking, shallow, breaths. Why are they so worked up? They had forgotten why, why can’t they remember anymore?

Not that they ever could, not that they couldn’t, they can’t remember.

Another stab of pain brings them back, they’d begun picking, picking, picking, again. It’s a bad habit. They applied pressure to the wound. That was what they were supposed to do, right? They  lifted their hand and thought for a moment.

No, don’t pick at their hand! They couldn't pick their hand, people would see it, it’d be exploited—shaky breaths, slower, deeper, breaths. Is that even your hand?

You need to calm down.

Your eyes flickered to the wall in front of you, where were you? It didn’t seem familiar, but then again, you weren’t familiar with anything. 

The wall was? Gray? You squinted, it didn’t look like any color, more like a mash of pixels on a broken screen. Maybe it was your eyes that were broken. Your breath slowed.

You pondered the idea that you were just looking at a screen, perhaps it's just a post on tumblr that’s dragging you in by the collar. You blinked.

Turning your head, you realized it was dark in this room. Too dark, someones hand reached back towards your foot. You paused, you remembered.

Their breath sped up, They don’t like the dark. What’s around them? Their vision focused, blood pounded in their ears. Someones in there. Wait. You’re the someone.

You remembered again. You’re the someone. You listened for a moment, nothing. You’re the someone. You took a deep breath. You’re the someone.

You’re in your room, what time is it? No, that’d stress you out more. Your eyes were heavy, maybe you’re tired.

You look at what you’re sitting on, it’s your bed. Looking at it makes you ache, you hadn’t slept due to your fears. The bed was so inviting and you were so, so tired.

You felt yourself lie down and breathe.

And everything was okay.

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Thank you Tumblrians, you have proven me right.

Need to solve a dispute

Tyga Baby cat

since I know everyone loved my soup take (they did not) here is another one of my stupidly picky eater takes:

FUCK WHOEVER PUT NUTS AND SHIT IN SOFT PILLOWY BAKED GOODS IF I WANTED CRUNCH ID EAT A CRACKER

It was a glass frog :( And no we didn't wash the kitty, he was covered in miracle whip after tho (He eat sandwich)

Meow

Is that an actual frog on their head? and oh my, why is the cat in the trash?! Have you washed the cat after going into the trash? Please do. Anyway, they look very adorable and I can see that they are also very silly.

Need to solve a dispute

Tyga Baby cat