Also Help I’m Hyper-fixating On Fallout And Haven’t Drawn Actual People Looking People Since I Was

hey at least i drew something

i haven’t updated my ponysona design in a bit and i randomly wanted to.

this is the gay website right??

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i have to read more books before my twelve-year-old self has an aneurism.

however my twelve year old self that wants to read an entire series in a month is having a no holds barred smack down with my fourteen-year-old self that is shaking and frothing at the mouth cause we finally get to play fallout.

And no. Long fanfics don't count as books!

reblog so this escapes containment and gets a fair spread

This is beautiful and awesome, however,

it immediately made me think about the sibling tradition of hitting each other with sticks until mom tells us to stop.

(We weren't even mad at each other we were just having a good time. Somewhat painfully.)

One of the things we used to do as kids that will forever be embedded as a strong sense-memory in my brain is on nights with a full moon in deep winter, my siblings and I would layer up in all our snow gear and march out onto the middle of the frozen lake, sit down in a circle and tell ghost stories. No flashlights, no lanterns, just the moonlight bouncing off acres and acres of white and the wind howling; the bite of sub-zero air and the stark clarity of starlight in a high frozen atmosphere. You tell yourself that nothing can sneak up to you on open ice but the snow snaking in the wind makes it seem like things are moving all around you, sneaking low and flat and casting strange pale shadows. Sometimes the snow made sound go dead and still but you could still hear the ice under it all, and the resonance of it made us speak in whispers only. And when our fingers and toes started to go numb and we ran out of stories, we'd slide-march our way back home over the ice again, and half-believe that whatever monsters we had made up were following us back over the endless ice.

i need help for a project

literally just waiting for @giddlygoat to get super famous and showered with money so i can mooch off him.

the Public™️ has yet to come to their senses.

its kind of really awesome to be a huge fan of ur friends art because then they become famous to you. its not exactly the same as making friends with an artist u already look up to its like if michaelangelo was relatively unknown and posted his art to 1 discord server and his tumblr blog. and you just have to sit there like i need people to understand how cool you are. why aren't you being asked for autographs yet

Good job everyone!! Bring hope into the new year!!

fanfiction lets us do and experience things that we never can in real life like!

-no more america

-THREE whole boyfriend

-no more anxiety (head injury)

-bunch of dads that don’t deadname me (i keep collecting fictional dads i have a problem. oh and like. one fictional mom too. lol)

-soda

-friends with robots

-TWO whole dog

-explain keyboard art to man who has never been on the computer in his life

-get experimented on like a lab rat but in a cool and fun bonding ritual way

-GROIPCHAT

:3

yes i did this instead of actually writing more of that fic teehee

it’s too late here i should Not be on the internet. 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👁️👅👁️👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

You get isekai'ed into the last fanfiction you WROTE

Reblog for sample size or perish

oh yeah, also i drew this

do you ever just sit in a gas station parking lot for half an hour because you’re falling asleep on the way home even though it would only take 20 minutes to get home

i’m gonna go inside and buy 4 overpriced caffeinated beverages so I can drink one and put the other three in my fridge.

i’m gonna go home and hug my dog.