Your Smear Frames And Expressions Are Always The FUNNIEST Fucking Thing, Your Animation Style Always

Jinx: If you ever meet someone who calls gatorade by the actual name of the flavor and not the color theyre a cop.

Caitlyn: But you have to specify. Do you mean frost glacier freeze or cool blue? You cant just say blue

Jinx: Blue and light blue nice try officer.

Not “Only my reading of canon is correct” or “Interpretations are subjective and all valid” but a secret third thing, “More than one interpretation can be valid but there’s a reason your English teacher had you cite quotes and examples in your papers, you have to have a strong argument that your interpretation is actually supported by the text or it is just wrong and I’m fine with telling you it’s wrong, actually.”

Viktor, The Eye of Zaun (Sneak Peek)

This is what he looks like in chapter 5! I love him in every form ✨ Here's a sneak peek of his design for the last chapter, tell me what you think! (Also go read our AU fanfiction "To Fall from Grace" if you haven't already!)

Sophie. ⭐️

. . . bsky / cara / instagram / threads / twitter

How did people describe the taste of cilantro before modern soap was invented? Or did the cilantro-tastes-like-soap gene not exist then? (Writing a Socrates x Plato fluff fic)

im sorry youre writing what now

kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”

no you cant.  you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper.  i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A.  you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

My heart aches a little every time I see someone grieving a person who's still alive. Someone’s staring too long at a contact they’ll never text again. Someone’s walking a familiar route slower than usual, as if the past might catch up and hold their hand. Someone’s deleting pictures, only to check the trash folder ten minutes later.

Healing is cruel, isn’t it? It asks you to carry silence like it’s a gift. It asks you to remember without falling apart. It asks you to be okay with never getting an apology.

But mourn. mourn fully, if that’s what you need. Cry on the bathroom floor. whisper their name in the dark if it helps. just promise me you’ll learn the shape of your own hands again.

And next time, hold your own heart a little gentler.

Packing just the necessary basics