RECOUNT 2024. TRUMP CHEATED‼️

Not a writing promt this time, but my dnd character. Might start posting my art here

Ngl I actually forgot I had this app lol

Reblog to spread awareness

If by some miracle sweet potato Hitler doesn't win come the end of the week, this won't be necessary, but should he win here are some of the first things to be aware of or do.

If you know a trans person, no you don't. Respect them as best you can in private but you know nothing in public.

Be aware that TikTok will likely be banned, find new platforms to spread information. Fuck Twitter and what ever tiktok replacement he's working on.

Learn to Garden, even in winter so you can feed yourself should prices skyrocket

Get an air purifier. The Clean Air Act is likely to be stripped of its power with the EPA deregulated, air quality is going to suffer

Should you have kids, try to supplement history/social studies education. That's the first place they will attack, if you need help ask, history teacher will help

Try and do what you can to be aware of your health before January.

Help one another. That's the best way we can move forward and make change in the future.

Eatting this art style rn

@nooneimportant2467

thank you for the tag! @everybody-loves-our-town

blog vs the blogger

Link to Picrew - https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/644129

Picrew

makowka character maker II

- for NON-COMMERCIAL USE only! you can't use it for advertising, album covers, book illustrations, business accounts etc - you can use it a

tags: @mercyfulvoid @we1rd-girl @stabbyabbey @d0llp4rtzzz @dustcakeboyy + whoever wants to join

I'll just be chilling and laughing about something then suddenly my voice is the grossest thing I've ever heard, my chest is too big, my words are too mixed. The walls are too tight and air isn't right and I'm doing... nothing to stop it. I sit and I stare and I am for once silent. The people around me do not question, as silence from such a noisy creature is rare and peaceful. Yet does the silence kill the lamb, blood trickles down your arm as a stream trickles water, and nothing makes sense in the end. You read this for what? You breathe for what? You continue this scrappy life of passing through the world, there but not. Aware but not. Conscious but not. Hopeful but not. You are you. I am me. Or must I be? Are we to be? Are you me? Am I you? Who is to say? Who is to blame? What is to blame? You spiral farther and farther and deeper and lower and the endless seam cracks and breaks and you're confused but you don't dare call out, not to the void. Not to such a precious thing. Cherished pain and fragmented memories and pointless words that scream nothing with wishes to speak of something, anything, so much more than this mess.

Because art is an expression, and nothing is real. If everything is made up, how are we to feel?

They say to count your days and keep your blessings close

Or was it the other way, where nothing is to cope?

Because you read this and wonder if there's even a point, a message

So, I'll be straight here- I think I want to end this

Gonna go to the store, does anyone want anything?

One thing I can be okay with in my family is we don't argue about politics or anything during Thanksgiving, no no no. We were arguing about what it means to 'luck out'

No words, just...

The level of disappointment I have for BNHA ending is unmatched with any type of series I invested in.

The whole reason this story didn’t feel like a carbon copy typical shounen manga was because of the league.

They felt humanized and their trauma was so complex just for them to be thrown away in favor of the heroes learning their little lessons.

These basic ass tropes these main characters carried throughout the series felt so recycled.

The bootlicking was tangible, I mean shit Endeavor got a shot at redemption and he got that opportunity because of his privilege.

It really reflected a lot about society in general.

The worst part is nothing fucking changed, but people eat it up because they fell for characters we’ve seen a 100 times before.

It just sucks, there could’ve been so much more. It really shows even if fiction there’s no solution for the issues each of the villains represented.

I honestly feel if I blindly followed the manga in favor of the heroes and their “struggles” to become super happy plus ultra then maybe I wouldn’t feel so bitter.

But I do, I can’t help that I do. Because there was a swing with so much force behind it just to miss.

And man did it fucking miss.

Perhaps twice’s ending should’ve been a good indicator where the series was headed. But I held onto to hope.

I mean right before Shigaraki died he was told his whole life was orchestrated by afo and that is so fucking tragic.

And my god Toga sacrificed herself, and Dabi is barely even alive. I think he was “spared” so Endeavor could have more time to apologize for his mistakes.

It’s just so fucked, I don’t know how else to put it, I’m disappointed.

The league deserved better.

Thanks for the tag <3<3<3

This is my Boi Crow >:] [also old drawing mb lol]

Basically, his life was cut too short and, as an offer in a sort of second life, he would work for Death, taking and delivering souls alike his own. He's often given low or odd jobs as he doesn't have much respect, but he signed the contract, so no backing out now.

He can't properly remember anything of his actual life beside he died too quickly, and if he tries regaining the memories it only seems painful, so he leaves it be.

@arunoy @kk-cats @kickbutts-singsongs @arandomaltofainsaneperson

The OC-A-THON!

Tag a buddy and add your OC. You can do a Bio (Like the one below), a picture, a blurb, whatever! Just do something creative and original and show it off!

And tag some bodies at the end.

Age: Possibly 30, probably much older.

Here's mine.

Name: Michael Greene

Description: A somewhat unkempt man in a black hoodie, working blue jeans and heavy work boots. His eyes are tired, and he doesn't smile with his teeth.

Occupation: Enforcer/Problem Solver for The Ecehlon, and organization run by some of the most famous Monsters in the world with the express purpose of stopping other Monsters from blowing their cover.

Bio: Originally an orphan child taken in by a church, he worked in his youth as the candle lighter until one night a terrible storm destroyed the small village. When the candles went out, Michael stopped being Michael and became something else altogether. Something with infinite teeth, insatiable hunger, and a marked indifference to the sanctity of life. Many, many years later, Michael is a Monster in the employ of Monsters, working cases of an inhuman nature to subdue, apprehend, or most often kill things man was not meant to know. This is vitally important to his boss because if man were to know, they would undoubtedly respond violently, and there are just so many more humans than monsters these days. In the Dark, he is a thing of terror and nightmare and virtually unkillable. In the Light, he is a grumpy man with poor social skills and a sour disposition, but he is still determined to use what he calls his curse (and a baseball bat when the moment calls for it) to good ends.

Quirk: He drives an old Jeep because he can keep it running, and he does not, nor does he want to own anything more modern than 1970s technology, if only so he can limit how his partner can get in touch with him.

Likes: Light bulbs, sunny days, and a decent sized breakfast.

Hates: Slasher villains, The Hook Man, and Sea Monsters.

TAG: @youtry2replaceurself @garmrin @rivenantiqnerd @billowingangel @th4xz @maladaptivedaydreamerstuff @sleepeatdancedream @1-sleep-deprived-writer @renatogpadilla @missstar489 @princessofwhiteshadows

Thanks for the tag :3

Grah that quiz was unneedingly hard [I can't make decisions]

But thanks! Accurate, I totally would flirt with the hero and villain ✨️

@arunoy @kk-cats @kickbutts-singsongs @nooneimportant2467

Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this:

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

Thank you for the tag @machiavellli !

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