#and scare the shit out of me

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

RATS are NOT your friends at night while you're reading a scary book

[unsuspectingfish]

He wants to know what I’m cooking

[d1strict12-peacek33per]

Kinda freaking out over what’s going to happen later today rn at 5 o’clock in the morning bc I can’t sleep. Uhm. Yeah.

Anyway, shit you need to know:

You see I.C.E?

Yell, “La Migra.” (La-mee-grah)

Be as loud you possibly can.

They are supposed to be starting Raids in Chicago on Tuesday.

You know neurodivergent or queer people?

No the fuck you don’t.

Are you apart of that spectrum yourself?

Suddenly you aren’t.

Know trans people or trans yourself?

Nuh-uh.

Do you have immigrant family?

Tell them how to answer I.C.E if they come across them. (a bunch of shit on TikTok can tell about that)

If you have birth-right citizenship, you’re at risk too.

Don’t be in usually populated areas.

Like, the mall, movie theaters, etc. it’s not safe, trust, there will be dumbasses out there today and probably the rest of the week, keep that in mind.

Anyone ask you about your political views?

Say NOTHING.

Or, “I don’t like to talk about that stuff.”

Don’t talk about them at all.

Same goes for your identity, aight?

Idgaf if he “saved TikTok” it was a stunt, they think we’re stupid. Forget that shit, don’t thank him. It’s fucking propaganda.

Stay safe,

Ik im not popular, like at all but please reblog, share, whatever

—Atlas

[a1sart]

if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.

Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone

He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT

He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him

and now this.

Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.

Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.

[hotdogmchiggin]

Company Mandated Fancy Fits on the Tulpar 😏

Also had to include the REAL star of the show (and a bonus)

Based off of this and this. Thank you very much joetastic for being inspirational 👍

The REAL reason this is late

[disabeetled]

reminder to all my disabled lovelies that "gross" symptoms do not make you gross or lesser in any way. incontinence, vomiting, irritable bowels, or gastrointestinal issues shouldn't be as demonized as they are. you are real, valid, and loved

[foopsie-daisy]

The little style study i did yesterday got me wanting to do more because I love trying to emulate people’s art styles as closely as possible so so so much. So heres some other wonderful artists’ odysseuses (odyssei?) in their styles i did for funsies

Edit: Please stop tagging them on my behalf, thank you :)

[prlssprfctn]

Happy Valentine's Day. As a treat, I am suggesting to you to imagine pre-reveal!Jason, who works in some fancy café his family loves to visit with their significant others on this day, and ruining their dates by being a lil bitch. And also by being a spooky ghost, but that's not important.

Bruce, entering the café with Selina: Good morning— (anxious pause)

Jason, chirping: Good morning, Mister Wayne! What can I offer you today?

Bruce, staring at the name tag: P-peter. I... Do I know you?

Jason: Why, of course! You put a reservation at a table today for you and Miss Vale (dramatically looks at Selina). Oh... Sorry. I mean—

Selina, who knows damn well that it is a prank, and it is Jason, gasping dramatically: Bruce, you dog! You bring all your dates here today?

Bruce, who is still flabbergasted and completely confused: What?

Dick, entering café with Wally: Hey there, I— (pauses, completely pale) Lil Wing?

Jason, blissfully beaming: Good morning! Oh, it is you again.

Dick: A-again?

Jason, turning to Wally: Be careful, lad, this man was here just a week ago with a red-haired gal... He ran away through the window of the bathroom, leaving her to pay for his food and drinks.

Wally, amused: You're cheating on me, baby?

Dick, still lost: WHAT?!?

Tim, bringing Stephanie to the café: Hi there.

Jason, sighing: Damn, man, this is the third girl for today...

Stephanie: What.

Tim, pale as fuck: Who are you and how do you know that I am cheating?!

Jason, no less confused: Dude, WHAT

Tim: ...You didn't know.

Jason: IT WAS A JOKE, MAN

Stephanie: YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME?

Jason, whispering: Oh my fucking God, you are even more hopeless than Bruce

Tim: Stephanie, wait, I can explain—

Stephanie, leaving: Fuck you, man.

Tim: ...

Jason: ...Uh, wanna coffee?

Tim: ...Yeah, whatever. I still have a date here with a boy, though, can you, uh, keep it quiet this time.

Jason: ...What the fuck is wrong with you?

Tim: I honestly don't know.

Jason: ...

[pangur-and-grim]

making bread with intense concentration

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[snngre]

it's alright with me .

[artistictea]

My personal favourite moment in Quarantine

[bearingferal]

Been getting into outlast trials lately 😟

[gunstellations]

safety first! 🏍️🏍️

[figbythistle]

It is told in the Lay of Leithian that Beren came stumbling into Doriath grey and bowed as with many years of woe, so great had been the torment of the road. But wandering in the summer in the woods of Neldoreth he came upon Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, at a time of evening under moonrise, as she danced upon the unfading grass in the glades beside Esgalduin. Then all memory of his pain departed from him, and he fell into an enchantment; for Lúthien was the most beautiful of all the Children of Ilúvatar.

Painting based on "Deer in a forest landscape" by Gustave Doré

[qualityrain]

why are they batshit insane