I didn’t realize how much spongebob I really knew until y'all started posting captioned screenshots and I could fully reconstruct both the visual and auditory situations of each and every goddamn one. Can’t study for History of the English Language but by fuck do I remember what that one voice actor of that one fish from that one episode sounds like to the damn syllable.
“Wrong Century” by Tomas Kucerovsky
the look of wistfulness on her face just punches me straight in the heart
this is literally my favorite piece that ever comes up on tumblr and if you want me to change my mind well then goOD LUCK WITH THAT
hey handsome…………of that money to me
me to the demon in the corner of my room: ain’t u got shit to do
Demon to me: I could ask you the same thing
if i die my funerals gonna be the biggest fucken party and you’re all invited
if
great, the only party ive ever been invited to and he might not even die
medusa, trying to turn you to stone, but you accidentally called her “melissa” when you first walked in and now you’re too embarrassed to look at her. “it’s alright” she keeps saying “i get it all the time” but you still won’t look. u don’t even remember the stone thing until later
what the fuck is that and why is it all sad and alone
look at its haircut haha nerd
🍅👅 💦 if u know what I mean 😩😩😩😩
It really makes life amazing. I mean… Last year my mother had cancer/a tumor. I lost a close family friend this year. My step mother has lung cancer and may die because last year they were like “Oh boy, it’s shrinking, you can just come back in over a FUCKING YEAR” and now they can’t do jackshit about it anymore . I’ve been completely fucked over by a pedophile. I have starved myself. I have overdosed on weight loss medication daily. I have physically harmed myself. I have been physically harmed by my own brother. I have been bullied. I have watched my own sister climb out of my window and run away from home when I was 5. I’ve watched my parents fight a lot when I was like 5. I have to deal with completely hating myself due to both gender dysphoria and just pure self hatred in general. I have to deal with an autistic little brother and bipolar mother who used to fight a lot, while I would just sit in my room and listen to the yelling and screaming on a daily basis. I have had to deal with my own anger issues and blackouts. I have had to deal with the fact that I emotionally hurt my mother as a child due to these blackouts. That 10 year old little kid had to just suck it up and go to school with it. My granddad is in prison in fucking France. I’m failing school, my mother and I are constantly fighting about this and I’m stressed and suicidal. And these are just some things from the top of my head. But my white privilege is definitely making me love life. You have all the right to whine on buzz feed or tumblr because someone could not pronounce your damn name. I’m sorry that I speak up about my real problems and I will shut up and let the grown ups talk about their daily struggles as a non-white person. Because white privilege, am I right?
That’s…not what white privilege means but ok…?
Then tell me where my privilege is at
because this post was mainly directed towards people who keep saying my life is perfect because of white privilege
Once again that’s not what white privilege means thanks for playing
not a single point on here is an example of white privilege because nothing here has to do with race hence the “white” part in “white privilege” but go awf sis
wrote an entire auto biography when all she could have said was “I have not the slightest clue about what White Privilege actually is.”
#CLOCKED
Rosemarie wasn’t ready
Rosemarie got dragged by Target.
me looking for my dignity after being left on read twice in a row
Nobody understands the essence of what makes something badass like a fifteen-year-old. It’s the purest form of badass understanding. Have you ever seen a fifteen-year-old designing a character? They’re fuckin badass as hell. Fearlessly badass. Unfalteringly. They know what they want and they go for it. Millions of spikes. Leather trenchcoats. Tinted shades. Boss.
@otatma said:
So why do people find their OCs from age fifteen so humiliating to contemplate then? :/
The depressing truth is that people find their OCs from age fifteen humiliating because we’re trained to do so. We’re constantly bombarded with the idea that creating characters freely and without limits is somehow innately cringey and, in a lot of cases, people get mocked for it if not outright harassed or insulted. I look at my OCs from when I was fifteen and yeah, their designs are a little goofy, but holy shit! I was so much more creative in some ways, and willing to take risks in character design that I’m still trying to re-learn how to do now!
Take me back to the days where I could draw robot catgirls with wings and a million swords because you know what? Fuck the very notion of “cringiness”. I’m here to have fun and me and my badass reploid OCs are gonna do just that.
Nobody understands the essence of what makes something badass like a fifteen-year-old. It’s the purest form of badass understanding. Have you ever seen a fifteen-year-old designing a character? They’re fuckin badass as hell. Fearlessly badass. Unfalteringly. They know what they want and they go for it. Millions of spikes. Leather trenchcoats. Tinted shades. Boss.
@otatma said:
So why do people find their OCs from age fifteen so humiliating to contemplate then? :/
The depressing truth is that people find their OCs from age fifteen humiliating because we’re trained to do so. We’re constantly bombarded with the idea that creating characters freely and without limits is somehow innately cringey and, in a lot of cases, people get mocked for it if not outright harassed or insulted. I look at my OCs from when I was fifteen and yeah, their designs are a little goofy, but holy shit! I was so much more creative in some ways, and willing to take risks in character design that I’m still trying to re-learn how to do now!
Take me back to the days where I could draw robot catgirls with wings and a million swords because you know what? Fuck the very notion of “cringiness”. I’m here to have fun and me and my badass reploid OCs are gonna do just that.
Nobody understands the essence of what makes something badass like a fifteen-year-old. It’s the purest form of badass understanding. Have you ever seen a fifteen-year-old designing a character? They’re fuckin badass as hell. Fearlessly badass. Unfalteringly. They know what they want and they go for it. Millions of spikes. Leather trenchcoats. Tinted shades. Boss.
@otatma said:
So why do people find their OCs from age fifteen so humiliating to contemplate then? :/
The depressing truth is that people find their OCs from age fifteen humiliating because we’re trained to do so. We’re constantly bombarded with the idea that creating characters freely and without limits is somehow innately cringey and, in a lot of cases, people get mocked for it if not outright harassed or insulted. I look at my OCs from when I was fifteen and yeah, their designs are a little goofy, but holy shit! I was so much more creative in some ways, and willing to take risks in character design that I’m still trying to re-learn how to do now!
Take me back to the days where I could draw robot catgirls with wings and a million swords because you know what? Fuck the very notion of “cringiness”. I’m here to have fun and me and my badass reploid OCs are gonna do just that.
