I Have A Little Feeling Most Of My Laytonposting Guys I Trust With My Heart Have Blocked Me

drawing i did for my friend in valentine's day!

bianca giving kate (one of her ocs) a box of chocolates.

one of my first drawings in computer !! do i tag this bianca, guys.

SweetHoneyRose... Soo Honey and Rose...

What 2 bad I think...

CHARLIE VERGIER - RHYTHM THIEF

reasoning: He's sorta kinda canonically transgender. Also has an unreasonably large amount of gay tension with the protagonist, Phantom R, who is the frutiest fucking guy in the game.

Sorry I flinched when you raised your voice, that wasn't very cool and mysterious of me

having Emmet and Ingo- who are, shockingly, very tall- team up with Tate and Liza- who might have THE smallest character models in the entire game- is instant comedy gold. those men could punt those children like footballs

i actually did. There was this time where my old usernames sounded like a deadname to me 😕

Maybe that is what makes us like the smell of new books, of new clothes.

maybe that's what's so conforting of travelling somewhere else. Maybe that's what's so conforting of staying at a new hotel, with It's empty feeling and repeated halls.

maybe that's so conforting about a blank piece of paper.

You can write over it.

Make something entirely new.

And if it fails, you can always take another sheet.

Sometimes, i wish i was brand new too. So i could write over my mistakes and feel the fresh air again.

so silly i love them

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

is this good chat (1)

Nowt can get in the way of these two!