#ugly Tumblr posts

People legitimately think Jake Gllynahall is hot???

mick and lando helmets.... ok.

The second my brain made this connection, I knew I had to share it.

Higgs, I’m sorry for the things that @pandoratriestowritestuff and I put you through

Wrote an ugly Wakasa fic with a very messy and confusing plot.

I'm thinking if I should post it or just scrap the whole thing and move on, but I've been dying to get this concept out and when Wakasa from 226 came out, I knew this concept should be written with him and no one else.

Maybe I should just get wasted and sleep the whole day off. 🤔

ok. you can choose not to embarrass yourself onthe internet anymore actually im begging

i wish i could give my M!Shepard plastic surgery. God knows he needs it. 😔

once there was a dove on the train and it scared me so i waited half an hour for the next one bc in no world am i gonna stay in a closed space with a real fucking bird.

see heres the thing if i saw someone in public with all this lwj stuff i’d want them dead but i swear i’m normal abt it except i’m not but i am in the way that matters

ywpd tumblr my beloved i present to you some of my most recent miya edits <33

HAYDEN TO BE IN LIVE ACTION ASOHKA SERIES!!! HAYDEN! HAYDEN! HAYDEN!

im goign to make crossingxheart gifs once the mv is in game

Switching to a gender-neutral nickname at work was the best thing I’ve ever done. I got called “a handsome young man,” “a kind young lady,” and “it” all over the course of a single conversation.

veronicas party outfit my beloved

I don't believe that this is happening. It cannot be true. It cannot be real. It's nothing but a nightmare. I wanna wake up once again please.. 😔😣😭😭😭😭😭😭

Look at these ugly ass shoes. Looks like something DIO would wear

I’m sorry I hate the artwork for the strangers are hell webtoon

50 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎   ,   𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 . // @hackereaped 

❛  i’ll still be here when you wake up , i promise .  ❜ / for fret! 

REMIND // TO JOG ONE’S MEMORY AND REMIND WHAT’S BEEN FORGOTTEN

RESTLESSNESS KEEPS HALF-LIDDED EYES FROM CLOSING ALL THE WAY IN SPITE OF HOW TIRED HE FEELS. Something at the back of his mind keeps nagging him, whispers echoing in his ears that shock him awake every time he’s on the verge of falling asleep. Thoughts about how they are going to finally be able to do everything they couldn’t while he was awake, about how they’ll finally be free of his chatter, about how they finally won’t have to tolerate him hanging around and watching them do this and that. In spite of telling himself time and time again that none of this is true, the thoughts still come back as if to mock him. 

Face half-buried in the borrowed pillow, the frown only partially covered by his hair deepens ever so slightly. Even if he hasn’t known Rhyme for long, he can tell that they are a kind person. It’s with their help that they managed to put an end to the Game after all and even now, after everything is done and over with, they insist on remaining in contact. Quite honestly, he’s not sure whether to feel happy or not. On one hand, the feeling of somebody wanting to talk with him and spend time with him willingly is nice. On the other hand, being exposed like that on top of everything has left him with many thoughts he’d rather not have unearthed. 

I’ll still be here when you wake up, I promise. 

A sleepy laugh tumbles forth from his lips. “ Hey, I can handle a little nap. ” but knowing that they’ll be there for when he wakes up from it is appreciated. It may be something small and seemingly not important, but after being brushed aside so easily numerous times, he’s learned to hold onto the fleeting moments he’d been shown consideration no matter how insignificant it may have appeared to be. 

“ You should get up and stretch every now and then. Don’t just stay in the same spot until I wake up. ” accompanied by what would be a playful look were he not so tired. But he does feel better with that bit of reassurance and the amalgam of thoughts bouncing endlessly through his mind has finally slowed down enough to allow for exhaustion to properly settle in his bones. 

Cerulean eyes close and a sigh turned yawn signals the end of their conversation. However, before Fret doses off into hopefully a dreamless sleep, one last mumble sneaks past his lips. “ ... thanks. ” 

this icon.............  my new fave...........