goodbye, good luck, good riddance.

while i slouched, nearly stooping, suddenly there came a booping, as of someone gently booping, booping at my chamber door. tis some mutual, i said, booping at my chamber door. only this and nothing more.

reblog this if you're okay with booping spams please !!

Steve’s dependant and transient relationship with his own beauty according to: his Mom, his dad, people he wants to sleep with, people he doesn’t want to sleep with, his friends, his peers, his basketball coach, and on and on. I feel like Steve has a really warped idea of what he looks like because of his parents ideas about food and exercise and presentation and appearance. He feels the best with Robin or the kids because he can almost forget he has a body, that he’s attractive or not attractive and that people are thinking about how he looks. Because Robin and the kids don’t care at all. He’s always suspicious that adults and peers are judging and critiquing him, or objectifying him, or both. He doesn’t like eating in front of anybody. Sometimes he likes it when he can tell somebody’s attracted to him and sometimes it makes his skin crawl. He loves being beautiful and he likes looking at his own face but he’s scared of being vain and he knows there’s something kind of girlish and embarrassing about it. Something strange and sometimes violent about the way the other boys would pick of him for being a ‘pretty boy’. Like maybe there’s something gay about it, even though it means he fucks a lot of girls. And he likes it when girls look at him and he likes it when women look at him, mostly, although there have been a couple of weird teachers… He’s scared of becoming ugly, suddenly, like in a terrible accident, because it’s pretty much the only thing he has going for him. His face and his body and his lovely hair. He’d like to grow it longer. He’d like to paint his lovely skin and gloss his lovely lips and wear that cami top Robin only puts on to sleep. But he knows that would be the wrong kind of pretty. He’d like not to think about any of it, so he doesn’t- and he doesn’t have to, when he and Robin are chatting shit at work. The ugly way he fits into his uniform melts away and it’s just the two of them laughing until Eddie walks in and looks at Steve and it’s so good and so bad and scary and nice and strange and exciting and awful and Steve shudders back into himself and tries to figure out how to feel…

if there’s one thing we can learn from this booping experience it’s that we need to give people notes and interact with them for tumblr to be fun and thriving

“we need the boop button to stay” no we don’t. tumblr already got lots of buttons to press every day. look at those beauties right here ↘

I don't trust anyone who hasn't acknowledged their capacity for evil.

"I'm just a smol bean uwu" No sir, what you are is someone who is so habituated to thinking of yourself as innocent that you will continue to do so even when you're guilty.