Brainrot dumpster

I draw things. That's it.

[torstherapy]

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[avhira]

I could use some luck

[insomniacrori]

Ladies, gentlmen and nonbinary folks I came here bearing good news. The man was tamed and we can now cauddle him to death Pomni is holding him down for us

She conjured shit ton of bee plushies, he can't escape.

[inutile-marshmallow]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here's chapter 4! Sorry for the wait

[inutile-marshmallow]

I'm working on chapter 4 of my showtime fic, but Caine and Pomni keep derailing the direction I wanted the conversation to go 😭

(I don't know how to feel about this chapter. It feels a little too abrupt for them to have an extremely long deep conversation right now. I might have to scrap some of it)

[inutile-marshmallow]

Here's another chapter of 'A slow change of directives' !

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[inutile-marshmallow]

Here's chapter 2 of "A slow change of directives"!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[inutile-marshmallow]

So, I started a showtime fic

It's not much right now; I suck at writing long chapters so this one is extremely short. But if you're interested, have a look!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[staff]

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

[homkamiro]

Well goddamn

[swerellind]

Ew look at him, he just wants to be loved, ugh

[moniquill]

[moniquill]

[swerellind]

Narrator is clingy

Som doodles...

It's also my birthday

(without dialogue)

[colossaldood]

I know there a lot more similar universes in fics and other fanart, but this is my visual idea of a survival AU!

Anya and Curly are the remaining survivors on the Tulpar under Jimmy's delusional tyranny. Anya takes charge in surviving and saving the captain, and de-walling the foam towards gaining more access to the control-panel in the cockpit. Curly assists any way he can through arm signals and tapping, that way Anya gets the gun for herself and can navigate Captain roles Jimmy desperately wanted.

[lastoneout]

Sorry we really went from free the nipple, take back the night, slut walks, and ending gender/sex segregation in sports being fucking milquetoast feminism 101 concepts to fucking girl dinner and "I just worry about fairness if we let trans girls play against cis ones" and "it was right of that woman to call the cops on a black man for existing near here in public during the day time because men are all violent monsters" and "radical feminism isn't transphobic we just need to kill all men including trans ones those oppressive traitors" and I will legit never be able to be normal about it. What the FUCK happened. I'd say I wonder what the feminists of my youth would say about this but I'm one and lemme tell ya I want to throw up. Go fucking read bell hooks or do something else useful please because all of this learned helplessness, gender essentialism, and transphobia dressed up as feminism is actively holding us back.

[yuzzus2]

Lamia Wesker🐍

Concept from the first days of this year. I usually don't draw stuff like this, but I needed this to exist.