Okay, I Was Looking Through Some Of Your Old Art And I Felt So Nostalgic. And I See The Improvements

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Incredibly true! Deliberately giving the time for ourselves to have fun with clothes and care for ourselves cause we want to makes us feel awesome is a very good thing. I could dive into all the psychology into that but I will spare the information overload.

Actually dressing nice and making cool outfits has been so cool why didn’t I do this earlier

So I just finished mowing my lawn. And I now propose that we use lawns that don't need to be cut every week and use moss or rocks or creeping thyme! It's a waste of water, useless work, and is slowly killing me

Just a passive aggressive suggestion.

Wilbur when he creates Ghostbur then throws him into Limbo

I found this and I adore it! I have Anxiety, so I can very much relate and am happy that I'm not the only person who sees this pattern.

Benson

i'm just tired . . .

AXIS- Chapter 1

I pushed my way through the forest vines, sprinting as fast as I could towards the city. So close, so close, so close! I thought. Then the heavyweight of someone landed on top of me, and I started hurling towards the ground. As I struggled to find a way to land safely, a stray vine tangled around my foot and distracted me, and I faceplant onto the forest floor.

"You still suck at getting away from me," said a voice from on top of me. "You should be able to, at least, barely dodge me by now." Groaning from the pain, I try sitting up, but the person sitting on my back was too way heavy for me to move a muscle. So, that I immediately failed.

"It's not my fault," I shot back at the voice. "For one, you're a former general of the Eastern Army. So, how can I, a moderate rookie, be able to avoid you like that? And second, get off of me, Ray! You're as heavy as a hippogriff!"

Ray sat up, cleaned up the dirt off me, and heaved me back on my feet. He would've given off my father's aura if he weren't a former general and an airhead. But everything else was like my father. He was strict, vague, and a tough-love sort of guy.

"That's Captain Ray to you," he said. " And one, I don't believe hippogriffs are as heavy as they look. And though you admitted that you're still a little duckling, you've been training for two years. And ever since you started, you've been as slow as ever."

"It's not like you tell me what I'm doing wrong. And to make up for that, I've had to train on my own time." Ray lifted my bandaged arm that I hurt during my training as an example.

"Yeah. And every time you overdo it."

"So what?" I quickly whipped my arm from his grasp. And put my other hand on my hip. "It's not like I'm going to be dropping like a-" Then a yell hurtled down behind Ray and me. When I looked over at the person who fell, my teammate was on the ground nearby, on his back and not moving besides some shallow breathes. Indicating he was fine. "Well, it's not like I'm going to be dropping like Micah." I pointed out. I picked up a stick, walked over to Micah, and poked him with the twig. He loudly moans.

"Stop it, Fuu. I'm already in enough pain from my fall." Micah said. Okay, maybe I lied about him being fine. But he was as okay as he was going to get. I held my hand out to him and helped him up. Once he was up, I picked out some stray leaves in his hair as he dusted himself off. Then I stared up to where Micah seemed to fall. "How did you even fall? And from that height?"

"I was hiding up near the top of a tree. I saw you get caught and started to climb down, but then I slipped while setting my foot on a branch. And now here we are." Ray roared in laughter and slapped Micah hard on the back.

"Well, since we're all here and done with our 'Escape Exercise,'" Ray managed to say over his giggling fits. "Let's go grab a bite to eat, and then we can continue onto weaponry tomorrow. Since you two already learned hand-to-hand combat last year, we need you guys to start choosing a weapon to practice with."

"A weapon?!" Micah and I exclaimed. Captain Ray turned around and started walking off.

"Yeah. A weapon. No big deal, though. You both will suck as much as Fuu's running." He replied, then whistled his way out of the forest ahead of us. A little pissed off from Ray's nonchalant mood and the insult, I started to move to attack him from behind. But I was held back by Micah's strength. He grinned, he knew what I wanted to do, but he held me back anyway. So instead, we ran over to Ray and followed him to the city to eat.

The Little Things

He didn't know at the time. She tried not let him worry. But even when she couldn't speak, He understood.

The constant fear of doing something wrong. A dread that eats away at the stomach, Then the heart and mind. A heavy burden on the shoulders, That seems to never lose weight, And only pushes down. Hard.

So she tries to be smaller, A spec of dust in the storm. He doesn't let her. He holds her tight, Wrapping his arms around her curled body, Lets her know he's there for her, And never lets go.

ppfttt

Why on earth does Jack have the same energy as Tommy and Tubbo

mcyum you know you just covered yourself in Tommy's food

Martin, you made a great sacrifice o7