Respectfully, Make Some Noise.

So I'm thinking of adding art to this. What should I do? An QnA? Or just post random art?

Everyone I Like Should Live Within A Five Mile Radius Of Me

easiest explanation i have for pronouns that "don't make sense" (neopronouns, he/him lesbians, etc) is that a person's pronouns are basically just a nickname we use for that person so we don't have to constantly say their name when talking about them. a person's pronouns also tend to have an association tied to them, which is usually an indication of their gender. that said, much like how your nickname can mean whatever you want it to mean, your pronouns can mean whatever you want them to mean. and, with enough practice, if you can remember that someone has a nickname, you can also probably remember their pronouns too (no matter what they are)

Hilda by Duane Bryers

shoutout to autistics who flunk in school. shoutout to autistics who fail tests and struggle to do homework and cant process academic information very well. You deserve to be seen too

(I will boop everyone who reblogs this post, for the record 💖)

THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEEE BROOO

"Ah, your soft little heartbeat..." Without warning, Springtrap leans down. He'd been sitting up next to you, but now his face passes yours, lowering to right under your neck. His head gently stops its motion, pausing for a moment, before it slowly lowers to touch your chest. The side of his head rests against you, his eyes closing. There's light whirring from the mechanisms inside of him as he adjusts his shoulder to keep it from crushing yours. The synthetic fur on his cheek pressed against you is brushed upward as he dips his face a little more. "It's been so long," he mutters, the sound of his coarse voice now rumbling through to every point in your body.

You sit pressed against the back of the bench in surprise, grabbing at the edges of it, unsure of what to even say, as he relaxes a little more, putting a bit more weight onto you. Still in partial shock, it takes a moment before you pick up on a light rumbling noise. He begins to purr lowly to the beat of your heart.

Any non-verbal noises he made were much more mechanical sounding, but the purr is gravelly yet resonant. It almost seems to shake the air with each muffled breath. It's... surprisingly rich, almost gentle.

You feel the deep, calm rolling sound up through your head. With sharper breaths now, your heartbeat uncontrollably speeds up. Springtrap's eyes suddenly click open, the noise abruptly stopping, his body making a sudden twitch as well.

His ears flick as he quickly moves his head out from under yours, sitting upright. The warmth from his resting position lingers. He looks straight at you for a moment. "Sorry," he suddenly breathes out, he glances off. He then tilts his head, looking back, though facing his body away slightly. "Did... I startle you?"

You untense, hands still gripping the bench. You can't focus your eyes on his face. You meet his gaze for only a moment before looking down and past him.

He gives a light huff of a laugh, his gaze also wandering. "I shall... ask in the future." He looks away.

-heartbeat anon

who tnhjeFUCK SNEJTN THIS???? ANON??????WHO DID IT????????????

a moment of silence for the cabinet man who’s about to get his ass kicked tonight