Aimar01 - Sin Título

We got peak lore right here guys

Yeah, but the gun can just use one bullet/blade, then the blade needs to be picked up, manually loaded and shot again.

Can he use a gun??

the narrator is a pacifist and installed a chip in tlq's brain to make him incapable of using a gun

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

Justice for Doomer Princess. She deserved her own route. Or at least a hug.

I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day

forget to put this doodle here

In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.

the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:

tomboy, meaning "this child is clearly queer but let's hope it goes away"

sensitive, meaning "clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let's keep going until they grow numb"

mature, meaning "traumatized but let's ignore that"

With the ides of march fast approaching we must be prepared

Please reblog to make sure everyone is equipped!

I'm tired (of seeing the apothosis)

Oh my GOD (no pun intended), I've been trying over and over again to get paranoid in the apothosis bu I just get ntrarian EVERY TIME (still love him ththhttotuougoughyu(however the f*k it's written))

pd. I just realised i wrote apotheosis wrong but it's really funny so i'm gonna keep it Xd

I have the theory/headcannon that depressed wife (HEA) tried to k*** herself before TLQ arrived but smitten didn't let her