Two Dudes Catching Up But Then An Achievement Pops Up Above Them Thats Says "BECHDEL TEST PASSED" And

you ever get tired of living but in a non-suicidal way

One of these days ill be able to look at my brain while its spewing stupidity (that ill always believe because hes my boss) and just roll my eyes and move on like a normal person instead of internalizing it and agonizing over it.

‘No yeah, this doesn’t apply to you. It’s clearly stating that you should do X if youre a good person, but specifically you have it wrong. They probably mean to do Z. But like theyre being so clear man, youll ruin their day if they have to deal with your stupidity if you get this wrong.’

‘Oh okay, you’re probably right. So I should just not do it?’

‘Yeah. Shame, that means youre a bad person. Oh well.’

Woop woop!! David for the win!! A completely expected triumph in votes but an unexpected triumph in my heart!

(soundboard awws cue)

Anywhos i like how the edit turned out and i may post my various practices and two actual drawings of him eventually

My tried and true method for getting comfortable with drawing a character-

Step 1: draw them as close to cannon as you can.

Step 2: draw them as a coraline doll!

Step 3: do a few stupid doodles! Simple as you can, like dots for eyes.

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

Not gonna specifically tag anyone…but reblog if you feel like it and put yours in the tags.

*walks on stage slowly. Gets to mic stand and taps my papers on the wood with a grimace. Look out to the murmuring crowd with a grim expression before clearing my throat and leaning in to the mic*

Ehem. Yuck. Eugh.

*the crowd gets louder, the murmurs becoming jeers. I clench my fists and glare at them imploringly as i grab the mic*

Gross, unpleasant even! Suffering? Unfair!

*the crowd begins shouting and tearing at eachother, blood flies and security rush towards me. I shout into the mic as i am dragged away*

Peace was never an option!! Unrest!! Melodies of vile malice play in the heart of each atom!!

*i am aprehended as the crowd decimates eachother. As im dragged offstage the people begin to look more like animals as they stain their teeth with blood. I laugh as my jailers stare ahead unseeingly. My mistress cant ignore this, and i am owed a visit.*

Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.

They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.

THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.

I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.

BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.

They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.

THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.

i'm so tired of the yaoi-ification of mlm ships where people feel the need to make one of them (usually the fandom-assigned bottom) into a teeny tiny waifish twink and the other into a huge musclebound super aggro guy (usually the fandom-assigned top) i know this is like a thing many people have been saying for years but i just feel like it has never actually gotten better in fandom spaces. the fatphobia of it, the gender essentialism, the homophobia, it's all so fucking annoying it makes me want to scream

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.