haii my name is sofi, she/her, im bi and ace, i can be pretty shy and sensitive sometimes so pls be kind, i have adhd and probably autism too, i also make art sometimes (*･ω･)
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ im currently hyperfixating on the powerpuff girls and yumeshipping with Him ♡(⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝)♡ im also a big Bubbles kinnie ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ some fandoms and stuff i like:
mlp, gravity falls, ppg, cartoon network shows and many more i cant remember rn, cookie run (crob and crk), pokemon, sonic, pjsk, ddlc, nso, tf2, postal, vocaloid ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
Powerpuff Girls - Mojo Jojo by Various Storyboarders
The goal of this gifset project was to compare the art style of a few select storyboarders, seeing how their way of drawing Mojo Jojo affected the final product on-screen. The differences may be subtle, but lined up next to each other I feel like they're quite apparent! I highly encourage clicking on each gif to see them individually as well!
Reblogs very appreciated, this took a lot of time! 💝
the other day i saw someone on a yumeshipping subreddit mention an app called pocamate where u can make your own characters so i made me and my wife and we look so cute and having fun waaahhh >w<
i also made another one for my other f/o but i havent made it official here yet so uhhhhh
gonna put it under the cut ig (i promise ill make a post about it but idk how or when yet 😭)
my two little mentally ill guys i love them >_<
i neeeeeeed to talk about them or else im going to explode 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Okay, more serious post this time but I need to say this.
No matter where you’re at mentally, whether you’re doing okay or you feel like absolute garbage and you’re breaking down over every little thing and can’t go a single day without crying your eyes out, you still deserve to be loved. Like genuinely, fully loved. And you deserve to let yourself be loved too. Whether it’s by fictional characters or real people. Or heck, maybe even both!!! I know that’s hard when your brain is telling you you’re beyond saving or that you’re the worst person ever or that you don’t deserve anything good. I get it. I really do. But that voice is lying to you.
You deserve the love you’re getting. You’re not tricking anyone into caring about you. People care because you matter. And honestly… that includes the way you love too. Even through things like your selfships, it all still counts. It’s still love. It’s still something real that comes from you, and that alone means something.
Your selfships matter.
Your friendships on here matter.
You matter.
It doesn’t matter if you’re popular or not. There will always be someone who cares about you more than you think. Fictional or not fictional! Even if you can’t feel it right now, that doesn’t mean it isn’t real. And if you disappeared? You wouldn’t just go unnoticed. You’d be missed in a way that would genuinely hurt people. People who care about you. Regardless if they’re alive or not in this world. :’)
I know your brain might not let you believe that. I know it’s hard. But please… try to be a little kinder to yourself. Even if it’s just a tiny bit at a time.
♡ — imagine your f/o wiping your tears after a rough day.
you've been stressed. tired. and pushed far past the limits of what someone deserves to go through. that's why, the second they showed up with open arms, you collapsed into their warmth and sobbed your eyes out.
so gentle were their words as they were whispering how it was going to be okay, their hand patting your back, and their body leaning against yours.
when you pull away and look them in the eye, they smile ever so slightly and cup your cheek to wipe away the stray tears that fell from your face. "it'll be okay," they start, pressing a kiss against the corner of your eye, "i'm still here."
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♡ — imagine your f/o wiping your tears after a rough day.
you've been stressed. tired. and pushed far past the limits of what someone deserves to go through. that's why, the second they showed up with open arms, you collapsed into their warmth and sobbed your eyes out.
so gentle were their words as they were whispering how it was going to be okay, their hand patting your back, and their body leaning against yours.
when you pull away and look them in the eye, they smile ever so slightly and cup your cheek to wipe away the stray tears that fell from your face. "it'll be okay," they start, pressing a kiss against the corner of your eye, "i'm still here."
