If I Die Tomorrow...

I haven't drawn in so long that my gojo sketch looks like this

It's giving...

Just put them together and....

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This might be stupid that I'm just now making this connection but-hear me out-

Rio kinda looks like an axolotl

Im not the only one...right?

I just became a fucking riddler. When I got home after a long day, someone called for me, and I, the greatest critical thinker, announced very loudly:

"A word of warning; a word from the wise.

I tell you in advance, I'm not wearing pants."

I feel amazing.

i fucking love this specific type of expression rick does whenever he’s sincerely super caught off guard by something and just stops in his tracks

This movie is amazing. It's so expressive; each character is dynamic and has a sense of realness to them. The way that fragility and one's flaws are conveyed has brought me to tears each time I've watched--You can find it on Netflix--(Reblog and tag a movie that makes you cry as well).

Untying

Suppress or express?

Depress by the mess that lie there in rest.

Even when I try my best, I can't pass my tests.

Let the past be the past.

I hope that's the last time

I cast false hope.

I'll lie and mope;

Try to cope,

Maybe grab hold of that thin rope.

Grab hold like it's gold;

Tie myself together dispite the cold and mold that rolled around me.

I sat on the ground,

For years on that mound.

I pound on my head with my hands.

I grew addicted to the sound of myself crying.

I think that gold rope is untying.

Can I tickle ur pickle

Only on Tuesdays

Workaholic Pt.1

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Sabastian x reader

'I have 3 hours to get down 2 more levels' Your hurried footsteps echoed through the cavern. The heavy thuds ricochet against the damp cave walls and water droplets mixed with the dirt and rock below, making a crunchy and muddy mess of your shoes.

Rocks crumbled under your pickaxe, and overgrown vines were shredded by your scythe. The squeaks of bats and the indescribable sounds of slimes closed in.

Dozens of rocks lay in ruin; precious gems forgotten in corners that seemed to momentarily escape your concentration. The last rock in this damp hell yields nothing. Not a hidden ladder-nor salvageable stone - just ache.

'Damn, a rock crab' the creature scuttled toward you with its tough skinned limbs. The creature-in one swift movement-cut into the flesh of your leg. Blood began to escape the wound.

'No, I'm almost there.' Thirty minutes left; one level until another elevator shaft appears. The energy in your body began to drain, and the rock crab fell lifeless due to your heavy sword.

The bat to your left dove to your head but met your sword. It too fell limp. The slime slowly bounced over to you. You stepped towards the bat's corpse to collect it's wings but the ground below crumbled.

You mentally cursed until a familiar 'ding' filled the cavern. A beautiful diamond-adorned rock twinkled in the dim light of your glowing ring.

Your stopwatch stopped clicking, the silence wad deafening. 12:00 AM. Your bones felt too heavy for you to carry.

The ground behind you crumbled and a growl was heard. Your heart dropped. You hobbled over to the elevator, blood painting the void colored ground beneath you.

A bottle on your hip clanked against a cherry bomb, setting a beeping timer.

You threw the small red explosive behind you and chugged the liquid in the pale red-well used-bottle. The taste was earthy and opulent, spicy and somewhat fruity. The liquid heavily coated your throat and the previous gash on your leg sealed in a white light.

You entered the elevator feeling like time paused as the dust and mud on your body was lifted by the effects of the life elixir. You heard a faint explosion as the elevator traveled upward.

12:10 AM. You ran through the suffocating darkness back to your small cabin. The smell of the mountains calming your nerves.

12:50 AM. You stood outside the door, with the energy from the elixir quickly fading. Taking a deep breath you entered the cabin.

A fire was lit to warm the house. You stumbled past the TV that played a screen over encumbered by static and white noise-glancing for a moment but loosing interest. You dropped your bag of heavy rocks and gems and tools by the bedside. Dust clouded the floor.

You maneuvered yourself under the blankets and glanced over at Sebastian. He cuddled up to your cat, Soup. He stirred in his sleep.

"Hmmn... Babe? It's late." He grumbled.

"I know. I was only in the mines a bit, I stayed in the cleared areas." You said, lying through your teeth. He eyed you.

"See? Not a scratch." Your eyes grew heavy. He rolled over to face you. You cuddled him and closed your eyes.

"You smell like mushrooms..." He said, a tinge of sadness.

"I know." You replied, heart sinking.

"You got hurt again. Didn't you?" He asked.

Your eyed burned. You held back the lump in your throat.

"I'm fine." You tried not to let your voice waver.

"That's not what I asked." He gripped the back of your shirt.

"I know." You said pulling him closer.

Soup hopped off the bed and lay in front of the fireplace.

"I love you."

"I'm sorry."

You both spoke in sync. He looked at your closed eyes that leaked tears. He examined the scrunched expression and how your lips pressed into a thin line. He wasn't mad. He held your face gently and leaned in to kiss you.

"I love you too." You said to him, before he could pepper kisses to your face like he usually does. His heart felt heavy. You both fell asleep after that.

I need all the luck I can get for my exams this week 💚

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god