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[themintman]

Well shit. Lord of screens really WAS cleaved red by blade. Okay then.

[thetiredprometheus]

inside me are two wolves

One thinks that maglor was so overcome by grief and tragedy that he never stopped wandering the seaside singing haunting mourning songs until he eventually faded or the sea took him

The other thinks that maglors decision to not follow maedhros into death was a deliberate choice. That he thought about drowning himself, but saw the sun rise, felt her rays on his face and the wind in his hair and that he decided that he didn't want to die. That, no, the story of the house of fëanor will not end as a perfect tragedy. One son will continue to live and find joy in that broken world

[positiveconnector]

[archiveofaffinities]

Marcel Duchamp, Fluttering Hearts, 1936

[skibasyndrome]

Joshua bringing the BIG BRAIN ENERGY wilmon/wille headcanons

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

i love tumblr because every now and then you encounter a post so indecipherable there's genuinely no way to tell if it's a fandom you dont go to or a weird absurdist sub culture or what

in wigan, it's as good as gone

[whumps-and-stumps-but-no-stumps]

First time really writing something (and also posting on this account), it didn’t come out exactly like I had wanted but you have to start somewhere right?

Cw: gun, (forced) betrayal, vague military whump?, intimate whumper

He sat with his back to the wall, exhausted and relieved, but his nerves weren’t quitting just yet. He spoke again into the walkie-talkie.

“Okay, hard part is almost over. I’ve got the code for that door there that should be-“

Whumpee felt cold metal touching the side of his head. He instinctively froze and stopped the walkie talkie.

“Good boy,” Whumper said. The soft and condescending tone they took made Whumpee want to tear someone’s skin off. Wether it was whumper’s or his own he hadn’t yet decided.

Through the walkie talkie still in Whumpee’s hand came the voice of his teammate, “Whumpee, is everything all right? You cut out.”

Whumper crouched down to Whumpee.

“Is everything all right, Whumpee?” Whumper said teasingly. They pushed their gun a little harder into the side of his head, making Whumpee flinch. “tell them you’re fine.“

Whumpee took a second to compose himself, before putting on the most normal voice he possibly could in this situation.

“Everything’s fine, yeah. Sorry.” He was trying desperately to keep his voice from shaking.

“And the code?” Teammate replied.

“Right, the code. Um…”

Whumper looked at him expectantly, “go on,” they prompted.

“…7942.” Whumpee felt sick as he said it. He was probably dooming his team to falling right into the enemy’s hands, but what could he do about it? And anyway, Teammate is a smart person, they can figure it out, right?

“Great. I got through. Just straight from here, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Whumper grabbed the walkie talkie out of Whumpee’s hand placing it on the ground.

They brought up their free hand to cup Whumpee’s cheek. “You’re such a good puppet already, Whumpee,” they teased. Whumper caressed the side of his face with his gun. “Still, I will so enjoy making you perfect. You’ll get to pay for all the nuisance you’ve caused to our organization”

Whumpee was still trying to remain composed but crumbling. He knew what they did to people in this ‘organization,’ making them spies and soldiers by any means necessary.

“Please. I’m sorry. Don’t hurt my team”

Whumper looked at them with mock pity, “A little late to worry about that, don’t you think? Awe, It’s ok, you were only doing what you had to. And I assure you, you’ll thank yourself in the end.”

[messymoonmad]

Hi Messy!!!! :3

Just wanted to tell u that I LOVE your drawings , they’re both so pretty and funny nusxnjscsnjcjscn.

I’m a bit shy ‘cause I’m not really an artist, I don’t know basic anatomy/proportions/lighting and stuff BUT. I tried drawing your Antinous! So here’s a little offering for u hoping you don’t mind having it in your box! (I’m too shy and afraid to post it on my own profile I’M SO SORRY I REALLY HOPE I’M NOT DISTURBING AAAAAAAAA)

Please drink water especially on these hot days! ILY!!!! <3 And PLEASE don’t feel forced to answer or anything OKAY I’M SORRY FOR DISTURBING BYE LOVE U THANK U FOR YOUR AMAZING WORKS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

YOU BET YOUR ASS IMMA DRINK WATER AFTER THIS. YOU GOT ME THIRSTIN'-

"I'm not a real artist," but you dropped a BOMB in my inbox.

@moscustos

[marta-reblogs]

This one just groks with my soul.

[jungkoode]

“Min.”

[scifibabee]

next time y'all are trying to convince me this man is BLONDE, i'm sending you directly to this post, k thanks byeeeeeee

One of my favourite behind the scenes from Hannibal (Season Three). Mads and all that blood 🔥

[allseeingmoth]

i dont know

[kestrelsandcentipedes]

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.

[squarecloud73]

*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it

Red means I love you.

[irradiatepositivity]

once again, it is a sunday afternoon, and you arent expecting any visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door

I feel like a lot of contemporary efforts to analyse the humour of Homestuck at its peak end up on completely the wrong track because they approach it as some kind of freakish anomaly, and lack the necessary context to understand the extent to which mainstream Internet humour circa 2012 was just Like That.