I pushed my dad off a building

we need to bring back old school tumblr communication and im so serious. sending an ask to a mutual just to say hello. seeing three different asks in your inbox all asking how your dentist appointment went. seeing a post you think one of your mutuals would enjoy and tagging them/sending it to them in the dms. nowadays its just silently liking a post or (if youre feeling extreme) replying under posts. WHAT HAPPENED TO US!! we used to be a proper community!!!! #LetsBringWhimsyBack

reblog if you want ppl to send you random lil' asks

trying to impress a grinch girl by pretending i hate christmas and presents

trying to make it work with a grinch girl but i'm unsatisfied because i have a christmas fetish

been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter

Please keep making art. Please make it for yourself. Please don’t let everything become even more of the same flat general appeal nonsense that doesn’t seem to have anything to say

*street shot of zohran mamdani clad in nasty lil suit and hard hat* five months ago i was elected mayor of new york city. in that time, we have managed to COMPLETELY defeat the Staten Island Minotaur at no additional cost to the new york taxpayer

Put this in the comments but it needs to be said here too. I am so mad D20 did unsleeping city before Mamdani was mayor. Can you fucking imagine.

[doesn't understand jacking off] and I'm supposed to... touch my penis? [shaking my head and smiling, murmuring to myself] touching my own penis... [chuckles] what will they come up with next

happy torse thursday everyone, this is exactly like a normal thursday except i will be thinking about torse the entire time

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*dirty talking* you’ve been a very bad boy and im just going to straight up kill you now

Before he found fighting, Max would beat himself up. Head and wristbanging, intentionally leaning into sharp corners, scratching himself bloody. Without it his skin burns. He needs the sensory input or he will meltdown. He refuses to use weapons because he has and will compulsively hurt himself with them. Half the time he starts fights, it's not to win, or for the love of the game, it's to feel something, and to camouflage his self-inflicted injuries. These days he doesn't hurt himself as much as he used to: He's learned other ways to regulate and has supportive companions now, so the adrenaline of a good gentlemanly spar often does the trick. He'll never be free of it, though; He will always be seeking that sensory input in one way or another, but time and friendship make the itch quieter.