i yearbooked hard
have some pines twins, grades 9-12
i yearbooked hard
have some pines twins, grades 9-12
EB: you want me to do my magic tricks at your birthday party?
i dont think thats what they meant :/
omg this is adorable
Most people live their entire lives without ever experiencing a moment of the kind of happiness this dog is feeling.
i shall never understand cats…
TRANSFORM AND ROLL OUT.
this is it, this is my cat
Justin has been giving me Pokemon badges all year one by one and with the 8th one he proposed.
i saw a picture of mikasa wearing a yukata, and suddenly i wanna draw them playing at a summer festival.
mikasa’s winning all the prizes for the boys :3
HALLUCINATIONS ARE NOT CUTE OR FUN. I’VE HEARD A COUPLE OF PEOPLE SAY THIS AND IT REALLY PISSES ME OFF. TRUST ME HERE, THEY ARE NOT FUN OR CUTE. THEY ARE FUCKING TERRIFYING. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP MAKING SERIOUS MENTAL PROBLEMS INTO CUTE FLUFFY THINGS BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING FANDOMS. MENTAL DISORDERS ARE NOT DESIRABLE AT ALL. BELIEVE ME.
you’ve had hallucinations? aren’t they really dangerous
They can be. Mine aren’t as bad as they used to be anymore.
what pisses me off more are the 14 year olds out there claiming they have ‘anxiety’ and ‘schizophrenia’ and that they ‘hear voices’ so they can be edgy and mysterious and cool
and it’s like
they literally have NO idea
people aren’t even educated about this shit
to BE educated you have to actually experience it or be close to someone who does :/
This this this a thousand times this.
Here, allow me to paint a picture for you.
You’re tired. The kind of tired you can only be when it’s two in the morning and you have something to do the next day. Your room is dark, only dimly illuminated by a sliver of yellow light from a streetlamp that managed to sneak its way past your curtains. The power light on your computer, resting in sleep mode, tempts you to get back up and check Tumblr; somehow with a monumental show of will you resist the urge, pulling the blankets up around your shoulders and turning away from it. Sleep, you think. Sleep is all I want right now.
But it won’t happen. It starts as a vague feeling of unease. A shiver runs down your spine, skin crawling like someone just told you they found a spider on your neck. You check your window to make sure it’s closed, to make sure there isn’t a draft. It’s not to make sure it’s locked so no one can get in, you tell yourself. There’s no reason to be afraid of that. But just in case, you casually wiggle the lock anyway.
You lay back down again, determined to sleep. Maybe you manage to doze off, or just rest a bit, eyes closed. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
But nope. Not happening. Why would you be that lucky? And still you feel… anxious. Like somebody’s watching you, even though you know no one is. You KNOW it. So why do you feel your heartbeat picking up? It becomes a little harder to breathe, and now you’re starting to get frustrated. There’s nothing to be afraid of! It’s your nice safe room in your nice safe house! Your window is locked and your door is shut! You’re fine.
Or you were. You make the mistake of opening your eyes in your frustration. Was the door to your closet always open?
Of course it was. You left it ajar last time you went in there.
Right. There’s no way it was something else.
But your heart beats harder anyway.
In the corners of your vision, the shadows move, ever so slightly. You snap your head around, but it’s just the light of your computer blinking, making tiny shadows every couple of seconds.
Normal. Nothing to be afraid of.
Until it happens again. This time the shadows don’t stop moving even when you turn your head a little. By now your heart is racing, your skin is clammy, your palms sweaty. You feel like you want to cry but there’s no reason and that in itself is terrifying. Surely there’s a reason you’re scared? You can’t be scared for nothing! So maybe it’s not nothing.
You jerk around to stare in horror at the closet. It seems like the shadows are spreading, swallowing the light in your room.
This is fucking ridiculous, you think. I’m a goddamn adult! Or at the very least you’re not an eight year old, you are far too mature and cool to be afraid of the boogieman in the closet.
But then all the stories you’ve read on the internet flash through your mind. Oh hell, what if it’s Slenderman? What if its a monster from Supernatural?
What if it’s Hannibal!?
These are all ridiculous of course but in your terror, alone in the dark with the shadows creeping towards you, black clawed hands reaching towards the edges of your blanket, they seem like viable possibilities.
You want to scream, but you can’t. All you can do is manage a choked sob as you try to call for help. Someone. Anyone. Hell, you’d take a burglar breaking in to kidnap your fucking XBox as long as it meant you weren’t alone.
But no one can hear you. No one knows you’re screaming. And the shadows creep closer, whispering softly of their intent. You’re going to die. They’re going to kill you.
Or worse, they’re going to make you kill yourself.
Anyone in the house. No one is safe. If the shadows touch you, it’s over. Everyone’s dead and there’s nothing you can do.
You try to breathe but the air gets stuck in your lungs. You try to scream but your throat is constricted. The room begins to undulate, and you’re unsure if its reality warping around you, or if the tears in your eyes are simply gathering and refusing to fall.
And you’re terrified. Horrified. You can’t even fight it. You can’t move. Your body is locked up, your fight-or-flight response completely out the window.
Outside, an ambulance drives by with the sirens on. Briefly your room is illuminated with red, the noise startling you into jumping. It shocks you it’s so sudden, and for just a moment the shadows recede.
But you probably won’t be so lucky next time, and you know it. After all, how many times a week does this happen? A night? You lost count.
Still shaking, palms sweating, mouth dry, you turn your computer back on. And the lights. All of them. And you shut your closet door too.
Sleep’s for chumps anyway.
dis goes with another entry i’m writing for Dungeon Divers
she is probably embarrassing him by making inappropriate jokes while healing his injured leg
so i bought my cat a collar right
and got tilly’s mom to hold him so I could take a picture
My Yumblr Storyteller entertaining shenaniganizer’s Yumblr Princess!
C-Cuz the Lemon-Meringue and/or Honey Princess was just TOO ADORBS OH MAH GAWD.
So I’ve been trying out different ways to draw chibis, and…
11:41 pm • 26 March 2012
ARRRRGH CHIBI CHUBBY CUTE I CANT I CANT I WANT TO SMUSH ITS CHEEKS ITS SO CUTE SO CUTE and I can't even acknowledge that I draw them because they're too cute chubby chibi! its my gaia online avi btw sometimes I draw things this happened art
I drew my Gaia avatar. :D
7:37 am • 7 March 2012 • 1 note
gaia online forum community avi art avatar cute pink chibi wait why am I listing actual tags oh yeah I uploaded a bunch of crap to deviantart hahaha oops oh well too lazy to backspace
THESE SHIMEJIS. WHAT ARE THEY DOING? WHAT. WHAT. WHAT ARE THEY DOING?