Good For You - Tumblr Posts

(01) My first serious Catra drawing^^

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‘Cause I just wanna look good for you

took a nap at work bc my mood was kinda rotten after a moral police found my fic. suddenly it doesn't matter anymore ✨

Me: Hi hi hi smol Perci. Baby. Tiny, little meow meow man. Smol, little cutie. Let me put you in my pocket, you tiny, little guy.

Meanwhile Percival:

6'4" / 193cm

Excuse me people, but no.

No, I refuse.

This man is not- I repeat- NOT 6 feet fucking 4. This man is 5'10" / 177cm at MAX

Taller than James...

pfft

I THINK NOT

Ridiculous.

ppl that say Huskerdust is canon cus of the way the look at each other have never had a friend that understands them and that unconditionally loves them and it shows(/hj)

Gonna try watching bbc sherlock wish me luck

oops I need to take my meds! but damn, I earned those food and showering and housework stars. I feel really proud right now. 

My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.

lol.

Hey Look at That,

Personally I'm not a Therian(I think that's how you spell it??) But something like would be great for cosplay at a Ren Fair or Comic con

GIVE ME MY TAIL

NOW👹👹👹

RAAAAHH TAIL!!! Hehe

(Also if u buy any other tails don't get them from Asian sites like Amazon, temu, and any other common sites run by a big company if they are real. Also some sites might say they are faux but they aren't. You shouldn't bc these are from cruel fur farms so they aren't very big and healthy. I recommend etsy but still beware of cruelly made tails 💛 you can also make ur own by brushing yarn n stuff and also sewing coat hood fur together

Spot the bisexuals

It was Tuesday at 2:15pm. Brad, Chris, Jeremy and Luke were hanging per usual. They bought and made their Halloween costumes back in March while at a stripper flea market just outside of Reno. This, of course, was your 'oh so typical' everyday street wear, a peculiar shade of dress that read mainstream or ultra trendy depending on the infractions of its execution.

Yes, we know. It's difficult to look at the pic and not think everyone dresses like they are 35.... like EVERYONE. You know it's a gold standard when those who actually are 35 don't even react.

What's his head told us this on that one show. You know, the one with the runway, sewing machines, and that woman we see every Halloween in the rags who divorced… an otter was it?

Oh. Otter is a gay thing isn’t it? Just like pank, gurl, and… Well, isn’t it all gay?!?

Ok. That’s not true or more of us would be test tubers by now. We’re still on the YouTube with the occasion designer baby popping out of China or some overdone upper crust of Europe-adjacent. When will parents learn no matter how much you change a child, even if you alter their DNA, they will always become what they are?

Ultimately, we each direct our own expression. No one creates art on your behalf or tells another how to feel. We will each decide here too.

Dear me, that was a tangent wasn’t it? So…where were we? Seal. Ah. Yes. That. We got a name! This one divorced, and as far as we know all involved survived and carry on otter-free.

What was the name of the show though? You know the one with that butler who has all the catch phrases and pretends to help the contestants but obviously doesn't because have you seen some of the outfits?! The name escapes me but someone on the show called out everyone dressing like they were 35 right before fashion finally threw itself down three flights of stairs to pass in a respectable manner.

That’s what you do after waking up and finding yourself on life support from being declared ‘over,’ ‘obsolete’ and ‘pointless’ countless times for decades. Such horrific headlines and worst of all, no one who declared it dead ever bothered to throw it funeral. Well, there’s no pretty there.

We say, good for you fashion. We can run with your tips and style now so leave you to finally rest in peace. We’ve raised the dead too many times. I swear dignity exists only because we still have the word for it.

I think.

D-I-G-N-I-T-Y.

Yes. It’s all there. Ok. Great. Now we’ve held a private service and said our goodbyes. Please style on and leave fashion be.

BTW - This... yes, this whole post thing is PRIDE. Nuance darling, nuance. We taught you this upfront when we went over infractions.

Ok. So, believe it or not, all of this hullabaloo actually leads us up to....

Just The Fashion Tip #9328 : Tops and bottoms are not required to communicate either.

Right?!? We do more than blow minds around here at BradAndChris.com.

Great WERQ boiz. When the gays do pedestrian, they DO PEDESTRIAN!

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Good for You by Darlingside 

Draco stands at the summit of the mountain and looks out across the bright rolling hills. He can feel the heaviness of Harry missing him. It’s always there, in the slight pressure just above his sternum, the tight squeeze of his ribs. 

Sometimes he feels content, almost happy, here in America and then it hits him all over again. Something about his happiness makes sadness’s edge even sharper. 

He turns and starts to climb down towards the grass below. The rocky path under his feet is steep and perilous, demands his focus. He’s grateful for it. It keeps him from thinking about Harry’s face when he’d left him, green eyes blown wide and desperate, begging him to stay. 

Draco breathes in deeply, lets the frigid mountain air burn across his lungs. Four more months he reminds himself, just 121 more days to rebuild, repair, return better. 

He wipes his sleeve hurriedly across his face and it comes away wet.

Idia is that you?

I made a school insta account and it was lowkey so fun because that was like making my straight-sona… my normal people sona… hehehe picking my pfp and my name made me feel so normal!!! Like hehe yeah it’s gonna be a nickname and some sparkles!!! I’m just like everyone else !!! :D yayyyy!!!! I fit in lol

Saw the Dear Evan Hansen movie yesterday and loved it…but I’m also going to have to sue for emotional damages on account they left my favorite song out of the movie.

Sooo I submitted a short story for publication a few weeks ago and the publisher’s response is sitting in my inbox right now but I can’t bring myself to open it ‘cause I’m shaking too bad seriously this never gets any easierrrrrrrr

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!

oh yeah. I HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! YIPEE!!!!!!

I've been on tumblr for almost a year now and it's been so so fun here. I've met some awesome people and I look forward to being able to grow on this platform!!!!

greatly appreciate all the support I get, you guys are so awesome and I love you lot so much <3

i turn 30 this month which is crazy. i genuinely did not think i would be alive by now lol. im kind of behind on all the life stuff ur supposed to accomplish by now but ive got amazing partners, a bunch of good friends, a good job that actually uses my degree, and fulfilling creative outlets. And medication that works . thats a big one

the funny thing is i would have absolutely none of this if it werent for being involved in the hlvrai fandom. (even the job.) i would probably still be extremely sad and lonely and useless. let the record show that i got way more out of it than any sad hlvrai fan who made hating me their passion

GODDAMN KEEBWEE OUT HERE FAMOUS

How many followers do you have?

762 :)

There is a special kind of feeling, one that continues to intrigue me. It is a feeling that manifests physically, of course, because all the important ones do. You know you have it when you find yourself smiling and you don’t remember starting; or when the corners of your mouth fly upwards like arms having been pressed to your sides for a while, like a plastic bottle filled with air in a bathtub; when you consider wiping it off because you know you look stupid but then you just decide to leave it there because it makes you happy. You know you have it when you constantly feel like taking a deep, very deep breath, until your chest can hold no more air; not because you can’t breathe, but because there is something in there that needs more space. When you can feel a delicately swirling pattern inside, caused by your heartbeat and breathing and maybe something more, different rhythms like layers woven into an ever-changing yet steady pulse that both presses and pulls against the walls confining it. Like a living thing, formless but tangible, an amoeba perhaps, or a soul. And you’re smiling still, and you wonder what happiness truly means; if it’s those ecstatic states you’ve only ever heard of… or if your own personal kind is precisely this, a thing of subtle beauty, a wallflower among emotions. It could so easily be drowned by another one - yet it is not; because in the face of far more powerful rivals it secures its existance by simply taking away their desire to dominate in the first place. And as it disarms its superiors it pulses on in innocence, with a dim, humble glimmer and a simple, astounding grace.

It is, I believe, the internal equivalent of the smile.

Loved Selena Gomez’s performances on SNL last night. She’s fabulous! @selenagomez