#I promise :]

[persephone83]

He makes the most incredible points and is so right.

But also: "look at me..."

Source

"Isn't it exhausting being someone you're not?"

"No! Isn't it exhausting being the same?"

[snapscube]

🔫 top 5 video game characters you'd want as a mom

oh easy here we go in no particular order

1. verity gavelle

2. toriel deltarune

3. samus aran

4. cooking mama

5. playing the hits

[gremlin-boah]

me in a random day:

also me on the same day:

I'm Dutch btw

[thestoryteller-thedreamer]

Ninjago Music Headcanons

Jay: He's a musical kid. He will rap along to Hamilton, try to reach the high notes in Phantom of the Opera, and act out scenes from Wicked. You better believe he's made animatics for EPIC and is trying to convince Nya to get him tickets to Les Mis for his birthday. According to his parents, it was the cultural class in his homeschooling

Nya: She usually cares more about the message/ words than the beat, so if the lyrics match her mood, she'll be listening to it on repeat. Whatever fits the *vibes* she's going for, though she does tend to gravitate toward rap and Kpop. And also anything that will channel her feminine rage (usually when she's training and needs to channel her anger at the punching bag). She also obliged Jay and learned some of his favorite songs from musicals, so they could duet together.

Cole: Oldies from the 1960s-1970s. They remind him of his mom, who used to sing all the time before she died. Brown Eyed Girl, Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Dancing in the Moonlight, Good Morning Starshine... he's actually a good singer when the song fits his voice range, and the other ninja can occasionally convince him to sing for them on roadtrips.

Zane: Lo-fi. Apparently it covers up the faint whirr of his gears that accompanies everything he does. Usually played very quiet, barely audible even, but it makes for a nice accompaniment from time to time. He plays the same thirty songs on repeat, in order, starting from the beginning of the playlist, so he knows what to expect.

P.I.X.A.L.: She loves pop. Though she tells the others it's because she's still trying to figure out normal human behavior, they see her bobbing her head and singing the words to her reflection in the mirror. Zane took her to a Taylor Swift concert once and stood completely frozen the entire time, watching P.I.X.A.L. in utter surprise and awe as she sang all of the lyrics to every single song (she downloaded them into her memory bank, using up her vast but not unlimited storage space to get them all down).

Kai: Usually Imagine Dragons, but he also loves Bruno Mars and Benson Boone. They are the songs that he plays in the shower as the hot water runs down his back, washing away his grief and panic. Of course, his portable speaker has to be loud enough to be heard over the water, so all of the other ninja know he's having a bad day when "Beautiful Things" is blasting through the monastery. And yes, Kai cries every time it comes on (he's had his family taken away too many times to get numb to the lyrics, even when it's overplayed)

Lloyd: He goes along with anything and everything. Since the other ninja basically raised him, all of their musical tastes remind him of being younger. Even though he can never be a kid again, never relive a more carefree and naive life, listening to their music makes him feel safe. He's made a comfort playlist combining all of their different tastes, and easily jumps from musical to Benson Boone to pop to rap to oldies to Lo-fi. The only stuff he refuses to listen to is anything by NF because it tends to make him break down.

[beas-rosarybeads]

I like to think that God looks upon his trans children and smiles seeing our creativity.

He smiles as he sees us continue to be who we are despite the hatred of the world.

He sat with us as we picked out our names and was the very first to use them.

He’s patient when we are indecisive because he knows that learning who you are takes a while.

When we just want to scream because we don’t know who we are or who we’ll be, he simply hugs us and smiles, telling us that he knows. He knows who we are and he loves every part.

He looks upon us with pride as we change and grow and heal.

He was there for the very first haircut, the very first outfit we felt comfortable in, he protected us when we came out and will continue to protect those who do. He protects those who aren’t safe to come out, those who are scared and confused.

And when the day came that we looked in the mirror and finally recognized the person looking back at us, he was right with us whispering,

“I told you you would make it. I love you.”

[noodles-and-tea]

I don’t know if it’s just because of Alex’s personal voice quirks or whatever but Bill and Stan talk in quite a similar manner and my personal head canon is that Bill does it on purpose to mess with Ford :(

[poppyplate]

he's trying his best

[dragongodryss]

It tastes kind of like flour. Hence the idea

So I was gnawing on ibuprofen, as one does, and a thought occurred. Ibuprofen tastes kind of like flour. One could grind that into powder, obviously. And I was wondering: What would happen if one were to take that powder and replace it with flour in a cake, or bread or a cookie or something?

Would it even cook right? And if so, how would it taste? Would it cause long term damage if one only did it once? Would it still act as a painkiller or would the heat kill it?

@electronicclowncollector @lilacharbour @nezuko-kamad

Can I have your opinions?

[notyoucat]

Drawing more ghoap as animals to get over artblock also a good excuse to draw more hyenas

[churchofthemimic]

memories of a place that doesn't exist anymore. a world that is so different now.

[azz-modeus]

Cassandra Cain

[qingwaaa]

me and the bestieeeee

[theorphicangel]

okay yes 'we can't be friends' links to ex bf! sukuna

in the sense that he keeps texting you about random shit or sending texts thinking you're jin and you're like ??? but he's like 'oh my mistake'

then he starts to call asking stupid questions or pretending like he accidentally called you when in reality he just wants to hear your voice.

he keeps texting you about so-called stuff you have left behind (you left nothing it's a plot to get you to come over)

so when you're standing in the doorway to his apartment for another wrong call about a shirt you supposedly left, you feel like this is the time to clear it all up.

'sukuna we can't be friends.'

he frowns. 'what do you mean?'

'I mean it, you need to stop calling and texting me over every little thing. if you see something of mine and i haven't asked for it back then maybe it's a sign you should throw it out. it's not good to keep in contact.'

sukuna shrugs, attempting to seem confused. 'I just don't want you complaining that you left something.'

'I'm not. and i won't ever because i have my things.' you state. 'if this is it then please don't call or text me again.'

ouch.

it's like a punch to his gut. or like his blood stopped circulating. his body turns numb and his throat closes up; unable to say anything in response as you say your goodbyes and leave sukuna standing alone in the doorway.

he mulls over your words. 'we can't be friends'

and the sinking feeling in his chest returns. like he's underwater and unable to come back to the surface for air, the weight of your words pulling him down. you've left him in pieces, in a daze, and you don't even care.

he shuts his door behind him and leans back with a sigh.

any other person would give up and move on. any other person would remove your number and vow to never contact you again.

but not sukuna.

no, he'll wait.

he'll wait for your love to come back round again. he'll wait until you like him again, waiting for your love.

because your love will come back. it always does.

right?

[asooffa]

dumping pt 3

[carneliancorax]

Come closer, I'm normal about Sherlock Holmes