#hey lads

[ittybittybumblebee]

attempt from memory

[inkyquince]

Bing bing, it's September, now only is it chilly again but I'm writing once more starting today, answering asks and basically waking up

[pytmeddet]

‘I’m pretty sure if I ignore them long enough, they’ll just give up and go away.’

[nyxokal]

If you ever wondered what Hector and Isaac’s relationship was like in the games I made this to illustrate it

[failedace]

               “   Do   you   think   you're   fighting   by   yourself?!   You've   got   to   be   kidding,   you  dumbass!   If   you   think   how   you're   doing   equals   how  the   team   will   do,   I'll   punch   you!...  There's   no   one   on   our   team   who   can   beat   Ushiwaka   one-on-one!   However,   there   are   six   players   on   the   volleyball   court!   Even   if   our   opponent's  some   genius   first-year   or   Ushiwaka,   the   team   with   the   better   six   is   stronger,   you   dumbass!   ”

[wishilikedpink]

Bröther may I interest you in some brownie?

[apoll-oh-no]

man. people with depression seem really over dramatic unless you've been one of them.

I used to see people post about how losing a bidding battle for a lolita dress or not being able to get ice cream being the final straw for some people and I used to roll my eyes but I kinda? Understand now?

I'm in the middle of a quick decay atm, and this morning my mum brought up that we might get a cat. I've always wanted a cat, since I was little, so I latched onto the idea. We would have gotten a little white Cornish Rex, those ones with dumb ears and awkward curly fur? i immediately fell in love with the concept, and it managed to keep be stable throughout the day. This evening when I got home, my dad shut it down completely. And I just fell apart. it was like... If you're balancing on a stack of pencils, you get used to it and manage to keep your balance quickly. Someone offers you a book to make things more comfortable, and when it's ripped out from under you you can't balance anymore at all. idk

[bunfics]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Connor | RK800 & Hank Anderson Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor | RK800 Additional Tags: in which connor has crippling android dysphoria, Angst, Self-Harm, rated m for m...... mandroid gore Summary:

However, Connor feels restless. He may have learned to enjoy the smaller things, but he feels… complete. Too complete. He feels too perfect, too flawless. It makes him feel so incredibly synthetic still, giving him the urge to break from his given confines. If only it was that easy. There must be something he can do, must remove something that keeps him from seeming human. Being a deviant, being capable of showing emotion (even if fabricated and rigid) is no longer enough for Connor. He needs it all, the full package.

And then. That’s when he catches a glimpse of bright red, reflecting on the countertop.

His LED.

The tips of his fingers begin to itch horribly.

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