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thegaymertrainer · 1 year
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teathattast · 1 year
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intotheelliwoods · 4 months
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You know what I'm going to haunt your ask box too EVIL LAUGH
RARAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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poisonlove · 7 months
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i hate you!¹
I still hate you… but less.
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4:35 PM
It was only 4:35 PM when the principal's verdict had hit us like a bolt from the blue. After the heated argument with the unbearable Jenna Ortega, we were forced to stay at school for an extra two hours. But the worst part? It wasn't just for one day; it was for an entire week.
"I want to die," I sighed. My elbow rested on the desk, my head propped up by my hand as I watched the clock tick away the time.
Our Science teacher shot us a stern look. "Absolute silence, please. I'll be back at the end of detention," he warned, making it clear that any infractions would lead to further penalties. "If you attempt to escape, the detention will be extended by a week, and if you argue, another hour... understood?"
"Mmm-hmm," I muttered with boredom, rolling my eyes in annoyance.
"Miss Ortega, did you understand?" the teacher turned his attention to the source of my frustration.
Jenna was sitting three desks away, her back against the wall, and from my vantage point, I could only see her profile. Ortega had her legs up on the table and earphones in her ears. It was as if she had erected an invisible wall between us, a clear sign of our tension.
"Ortega!" the teacher scolded with annoyance.
Jenna removed her earphones. "Yes, I understood," she replied through gritted teeth, clearly fed up.
"And remove your feet from the table," the teacher added with exasperation.
Jenna complied, and the teacher gave us one final glance before leaving the room.
I decided to pass the time by pulling out my notebook from my backpack, along with a pencil, and started drawing whatever came to mind. The punishment felt endless, and I needed something to distract myself.
As I drew, I scrutinized Jenna's profile more closely. She was clearly ignoring me, with earphones in her ears and a body posture that sent a clear message: she didn't want to talk at all.
My attention focused on her face, noting her upturned nose, heart-shaped lips, and slightly hollowed cheeks. But what struck me the most were her eyes. They were a deep brown, with long lashes framing them perfectly. They were physically flawless, and they captured the attention of anyone who gazed upon them.
My pencil began moving on the paper almost instinctively, creating lines and shadows that took shape. The graphite flowed on the page, delineating every detail of her brown eyes. Each individual eyelash seemed to come to life, capturing the imaginary light reflecting in her real eyes. It was as if I was trying to capture not only the physical appearance of her eyes but also the essence of what they might hide behind that distant expression.
I stuck out my tongue with a slight smile as I continued to draw, this time focusing on Jenna's eyebrows. She raised an eyebrow with confusion and shot me a glare, clearly feeling my gaze on her.
I increased the pressure on the pencil, creating heavy and precise lines as I outlined the curves of Jenna's eyebrows.
"What a pain," Jenna muttered and then stretched, yawning slightly.
In that motion, she lifted her hoodie slightly, revealing her perfectly flat stomach. I felt a bit embarrassed and quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks flushed, continuing to draw while only looking at my notebook. I had gotten the sketch I wanted, and now I wanted to fully concentrate on my work, trying to ignore the distractions around me. The tension between us was still palpable, but at least my drawing was taking shape as I desired.
This bitch has some nice facial features, despite being so insufferable I thought with a wry smile.
Her beauty was undeniable, even though her attitude was anything but amiable. It was a contradictory thought, but at least it helped me focus on my work and set aside the tensions.
"I must say I was wrong; you don't draw that badly," a voice murmured beside me.
"What do you want, Ortega?" I asked with a sigh, not in the mood for an argument.
Jenna had placed her hands on my desk, her head close to mine as she closely examined the contents of my notebook. Her breath was very close to my ear, her hair gracefully falling over her shoulders.
"Nothing from you, just the least I can do is see how you draw, considering that my eyes are on that notebook," she confessed in a bored tone.
The desire to draw faded.
Jenna, with a quick movement, sat in the desk next to mine. "Not drawing anymore?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
"No, I feel a terrible presence by my side... very annoying, I must say," I muttered with faux irony.
Jenna burst into laughter.
"I don't understand why you've become so unbearable, you know?" I asked sincerely. "I remember that we were very close friends as children," I mumbled distractedly, smiling at the memory.
Flashback:
I was a little child using colored pencils, trying my best to color a car printed on a piece of paper.
"Wow, you're really amazing!" a voice came from my right, and I smiled when I saw a girl looking at my drawing.
That girl was completely covered in marker stains and seemed quite clumsy. "Can you teach me?" she asked with bright eyes. "Of course," I muttered absentmindedly, and the girl sat down next to me.
"I'm Jenna," the girl said with a big smile. "Y/N," I returned the smile. "I'm sure you and I will become great friends," she confessed, clumsily coloring the sheet.
"The best!" she added quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it over her lower lip.
"We're friends because I'm helping you draw?" I asked, intrigued and a bit confused.
She tilted her head to the side, looking at me curiously. "Isn't that what friends do?" she innocently asked.
End of the flashback.
The reminiscence of those happy moments with Jenna filled me with warmth, but at the same time, it made me feel the sadness of time passed and friendships lost. It was a missing puzzle piece that I had forgotten, and now I held it in my hands, hoping it could help resolve the current situation between us.
Jenna's fingers snapped in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Everything okay, weirdo?" she asked with a small smile.
"Yeah, pain in the neck," I muttered absentmindedly.
"Ugh... what can I say? Those were good times," she smiled, eliciting a faint smile from me.
"Do you remember the times we used to play Romeo and Juliet?" Jenna asked with a smile on her lips.
I chuckled, nodding. "How could I forget? You dressed me up as a prince and said we had to get married," I confessed, making Jenna blush.
"And that time I broke my arm falling from the tree?" she asked, amused.
"I'm sorry about that, it's my fault the ball ended up there," I admitted, remembering the moment when Jenna had tried to catch the ball thrown too high, ending up falling and breaking her arm.
"We were friends... for how long? 7 years?" I asked uncertainly.
"7 years and 4 months," Jenna murmured, surprising me.
"Can you explain why you've become like this?" I asked curiously.
Her smile faded. She crossed her arms around herself, almost embarrassed. "Do you really not remember?" she asked in a whisper.
I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"No," I honestly replied.
"And if I tell you... 'monkey arms'?" she asked, making a grimace.
I widened my eyes in realization.
I couldn't believe it... Jenna had become so unbearable because of a comment I made when we were 12 years old. We were in the gym, ready for our physical education class.
"Hey, Jen," I called my best friend.
Jenna turned toward my direction, looking at me with a smile on her face and bright eyes.
"Tell me," she asked, adjusting her short-sleeved shirt.
"Have you heard the new song 'Dance Monkey'?" I asked, barely holding back my laughter.
"Yes?" she asked unsurely.
"With those arms, it's definitely your song," I exclaimed, making the girls in the locker room burst into laughter.
I was clearly joking. But Jenna looked at me with flushed cheeks and teary eyes, grabbed her hoodie, and rushed out of the locker room. That moment of light teasing had a much deeper impact than I could have ever imagined.
"Oh, crap," I looked at Jenna with wide eyes, incredulous.
"You made my life impossible because of a comment from when we were kids?" I asked, unable to believe it.
Jenna shrugged without thinking, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Because of you, I'm still afraid to wear short sleeves," she confessed.
I analyzed her outfit again: an oversized hoodie that completely covered her arms.
"Damn... Jen, I was just joking! I didn't mean to cause all this drama," I muttered absentmindedly, taking her hand to uncover her arm.
"What are you doing?" she asked in panic.
"Showing that you look amazing regardless," I muttered absentmindedly, trying to address her insecurities.
Jenna blushed, and she seemed almost on the verge of a panic attack. "See?" I asked with a nervous smile.
I ran my fingers along her arm, feeling like a complete idiot for making this girl feel bad for years. I had never thought that such a joke could ruin a friendship.
Jenna broke free from my grasp and got up from the desk, seeing that the science teacher had returned to the classroom, ending our punishment.
"See you tomorrow, loser," Jenna muttered, a small smile on her lips.
In the end, now I knew why Jenna detested me so much. In the end, the responsible, clueless idiot was just me.
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mintraspberryst · 3 months
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honestly
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spikyink · 7 months
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tobisiksi · 8 months
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shitty drawing of kid kusuo bc artblock
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this is inspired by that episode where kusuo explains that his brother had experimented with him for the antennas
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kaiserrr19 · 6 months
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It's me trying to convince myself that my fav character is alive, even though he's dead according to the canon:
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edgar-allan-possum · 4 months
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RUMIKO-SENSEI, WHY?????
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quek-a-sketch · 1 year
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Here's my attempt at Triton jay
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katf22 · 11 months
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Nancy Nakagawa: Co-founder of The Pink Ladies
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alexsnotokay · 1 year
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Ah, i knew this shit reminded me of something
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the-painted-siren · 5 months
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I colored another Dragon’s Rising Lloyd
Slowly getting better at that, I think
Also, I ended up coloring that piece of him in a hoodie AGAIN and I wanna post it but also I don’t want to.
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future-crab · 2 months
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Absolutely sick and twisted that anxiety causes physical symptoms. My lungs and stomach really said, “Seems like you’re having a hard time. Why don’t we make it worse?”
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yourworsttotebag · 2 months
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Whenever I recruit Gale for a new playthrough, a little monster hops onto my shoulder to say, "You should romance him again," and then I sit there sweating bullets.
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ganondalfff · 11 months
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does anyone else go through long periods of time where talking just feels like the most exhausting thing :(
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