#itsbullshit

[inkytwinky]

Doodled this after dealing with an ableist shit </3

[miss-raven-gay]

Watching the jury vote, knowing that Hatari wouldn't gain many points from them

[thisisbigzee]

Treatment day and there are some weird ass vibes in this waiting room

[fhdjsjmz]

I tried to get myself to love you and it just wasn't physically in me to do it again. all over again.

[bonetrousledbones]

trying to be as active as i used to be on atbb is a double edged sword bc on one hand it gets my creative brain going big time but on the other hand it stops me from doing SHIT when i wanna draw somethin else 😔

[cecenjeff7106]

My current feelings about losing weight, exercising and these damn COVID-19 restrictions. #itsbullshit #gizmo #dontfeedthemaftermidnight #dontgethimwet https://www.instagram.com/p/CFswxCGjdjb/?igshid=108f30s3pduiu

[astrolatries]

*   @itsbullshlt​   /   plotted starter   !

adam’s not in the HABIT of approaching people at school: he keeps his head down, he works hard, he tries to survive. but it’s difficult to IGNORE nancy wheeler as her anxiety over her friend turns to outright fear. there’s a lot about this town that puts adam on edge --- call it a survival instinct or a sixth sense, but he knows a bad idea when he’s about to do it. however, as he approaches nancy after their last class ends, it feels like the right thing to do.

“hey --- i’m really sorry about your friend. do you know if the cops are setting up a SEARCH PARTY?” so soon after the byers’ kid went missing, it seems like a logical step. “i’d like to help, if so.”

[coldnoah]

      I T  F E E L S   L I K E  B E I N G  T O R N   I N  H A L F.  the henrietta ley line has been his life rope for a long time ( or maybe no time at all ) ; but this feels different. 

         grass ------ that’s what he sees first. green, bright, bright against his pale hand,          the smell of it flickers in his memory. distant, distant. it tastes like dust & asphalt.          it’s all in his head. his senses are gone ; just the faint memories of life’s normalities.

the green spreads ; and there? a house. ordinary, but not of henrietta. noah gazes at it, PUZZLED. where was he? when was he? the thoughts feel unimportant, everything feels unimportant - away from blue, away from gansey, he has nothing to hold onto; he swells with an UNKNOWN power. it feels dark, the sun doesnt warm his skin. he sits back in the grass, kneeling, an expectation, his skull c r u s h e d ; life draining. but there’s nothing. the ley lines are DEAD inside of him. something else has brought him here. a dark night terror, it tastes like a warning.                                  // @itsbullshlt drifted by