#ty for sending in!

[hercarisntyours]

Hear me out again !!

Wasian Elita (German - Chinese Elita and her human name is Adalyn 'Ada' Wang (Her Chinese name is Wang Ai-Lian btw) Imagine the chaos as the Wasian!Elita who shouts in German and Chinese mixed when angry 🤭

im wasian myself so i am INCREDIBLY on board with this omg, and yeah as someone who have heard arguments in both languages that does sound chaotic 😭😭

[finalgirlgraveyard]

Yaaayyyyy playlist and mood boards :D Travis, please? :3

T - them changes by thundercat R - ringtone remix by 100 gecs ft kero kero bonito, rico nasty & charli xcx A - anything you want by jawny V - victory by janelle monáe I - i wanna see some ass by jack harlow S - sweetest pie by megan the stallion ft dua lipa

put your name in my inbox ill give you a mini-3 image moodboard AND a playlist of the letters of ur name

send here

[samuhelll]

@delroysinferno asked: [ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE (accepting)

Sam draws on his cigarette. He imagines the show is over by now, everyone either just starting to file out or glassy-eyed in their cars, cruising the I-90. He’d caught snippets of the show on the radio, too. Some special with Martin Monster, the crowd belly-laughing with far-flung conversations on vampirism and life beyond the grave. Yeah, right.

It’s soulless save for him before the doors to the parking garage finally hiss open. Sam, standing beside a car, smiles.

“Hey,” he says, croaky. “Who’s the man.”

Good show tonight. Sam snubs his cigarette out and- okay. He might have fixed his tie earlier using the side mirror of a car. It’s crooked. Jack straightens it out because it’s annoying or, possibly, because he’s the type who can’t help himself.

“So- what do you think? Good enough to eat?” Sam jokes, hands out on either side.

It might have been a joke about the vampire segment on the show. He holds up a plastic THANK YOU bag.

“Feast your eyes. Was doing a little spring cleaning when I thought, ‘Know what? Whose world,’” he says, hand held up, “‘could I rock?’”

Inside is a record, some special edition thing and lightly used. It’s AC/DC.

[ohseumi]

🍒 and 🍇 ?

hiii!

🍒 best song to sing like you’ve been through several divorces?

i have to steal bex’s answer and say baekhyun’s cry for love. it’s just such a good divorce song

🍇 most feel good song?

hmnn there’s so many i have a whole playlist, but right now i have to go svt’s run to you🙂‍↕️

kpop ask game~

[draklorn]

1 and 10 for the character interview))

1. do you like your name? do you know its origins? if you chose your name, what made you choose it? if you didn't choose it, would you change it if you could?

"My name… it has been a part of me for so long that I do not give it much mind, anymore. Although I confess, it's origins are lost to me, it is now simply who I am, what I am referred to. But my title, Grave-Singer, is a source of pride. I earned it through my dedication and my actions. A feat so deciding of my character, it would be the first tale told about me... or second to my death, only time will tell. I would not change anything with my name. If you wish, I can share the tale of why I am called so."

10. are you good at puzzles? do you enjoy puzzles? do you prefer word puzzles or visual puzzles?

"I feel as if many of my duties involve solving some form of puzzle... Not usually the kinds in this question, though. Out of the two choices I would choose a word puzzle, but I would enjoy any kind. It is a form of training for the brain. If I were to ever get stuck on something... I am sure my honed patience would assist in any annoyances I may come across."

interview the muse

[tethered-heartstrings]

[witchaotics]

🌶️ hair pulling

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 — send 🌶️ and guess my muse’s kinks.

0/10. He's not into that. If you tug gently, he might not mind but overall it's not his thing. If his partner wants their hair tugged, he's happy to oblige.

[shrimparts-blog888]

This meme but Darling/Apple coded. 👑🗡

BUAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THISSSS 😭✨

[serpercival]

mash + text posts (5)

[finalgirlgraveyard]

astaroth or just roth if that’s too long !

A - annie by neon indian S - sit next to me by foster the people T - the less i know the better by tame impala A - after the storm by kali uchis ft tyler, the creator & bootsy collins R - redbone by childish gambino O - one of us by mystery skulls T - that other girl by sevdaliza H - hard feelings/loveless by lorde

put your name in my inbox ill give you a mini-3 image moodboard AND a playlist of the letters of ur name

send here

[nyancrimew]

So people once were calling me a terf, persecuting me just because I held some different opinion. After taking a break from social media, I've did some thinking, and I've came to accept this label as a part of who I am. I identify, inside and out, within the fibers if my soul, as a terf, and anyone who objects to this is being criticalphobic. After a while though, being so enshrined with terfness started exposing to me the many issues and hypocrisies terfs have, which I started rejecting. I just remembered I left my pizza in the oven, its burning uh

Eventually I realized that by rejecting trans people from society, I was arbitrarily drawing a line between what a person participating in society could be, completely discounting all the possible ways our biology I've so long revered could betray the labels our ancestors placed on ourselves. I stopped excluding trans people and started exclusively rejecting normal feminists, making me a ferf, until I walked outside and accidently talked to a guy and found they were normal. With no one familiar to belong to, I gave in and joined feminists and became a rfet.

Anyways do you want to hear about the time I almost drowned in a public water fountain

and the oscar for "best supporting anonymous bait" goes to....... whatever the fuck this is

[inkskinned]

the car broke down by the denny's where you used to work and therefore could never return to. i am trying to pick out the satisfying parts of my life, one-by-one, like i am 12 and in a frog dissection. everything in my life all viscera and formaldehyde. if i can sort the good things from the bad things, i will have a nice clean pile.

i call you and make it sound like i am happy and hangin' in there! when really i am kicking a rock and i am outside without a jacket and i am so in love with you it makes the little bones in my ear shake. someone called my tinnitus an angel choir. i like that it means i carry the echo of every concert.

this isn't the right setting for love. this is a roadside, and a denny's, and i am nauseous and ashamed i never escaped the town where i grew up. the clouds here are this strange yellow, like spilled sour milk. "someone once told me that the orange coating on the teeth of a beaver is due to the particularly high rate of iron in their enamel," i tell you. "the beaver is the largest rodent native to north america."

your voice is crackly on the other end. i'm going into a garage soon, i might lose you.

what i should be doing is calling the tow truck and explaining that my brother's car (that i'm borrowing) (that i broke now, i guess) needs to be lifted by another, bigger, stronger car (which is love too, i guess).

i shouldn't say so much. i should wait, and let you ask about my mom, and ask if i ever got over that cold, or how it's going at work. i should let you lead the conversation, for once, so the love doesn't leak out of me into the gravel. i open my mouth anyway. "if you had to choose between being a beaver with very few trees or being a tree around a bunch of beavers, which would it be?"

i don't know. your voice always has this warm cast to it when you talk to me, but maybe i am just imagining that - i am a poet, though, so i imagine things sort of chronically. through the static, you sound like you're laughing. are you the beaver?

i know, like, logically, not to fall in love with a girl-that-is-your-best-friend. like, who would i even call if we broke up? you're my best friend, you're the person i'd want to speak to. so what if these last few months we keep sleeping over at each other's houses, calling each other for hours, sending each other poems. so what if you keep wrapping your fingers into mine. no best friends. that is the first rule. what you are supposed to do in that situation is leave the situation.

but my car broke down, so. where exactly am i going to go? the car is a very-old chevvy and also where i almost-but-not-quite kissed you after you'd raised one shoulder and looked up at me and said i don't know, i think i'm straight, but for the right person - i'd try anything. the music had been good and it had been raining and your thick eyelashes had made me feel god crawling up my throat like a spider. and i didn't kiss you, because i am a coward.

anyway on the chevy the whole exhaust pipe fell out, and is now scraping on the ground like one silver finger stroking the back of the highway. recently we were watching netflix in my bed and you pushed my hair back from my face like you were making the slowest, most desperate prayer, and then your boyfriend called. i remember us both jumping. i couldn't look at you in the eyes for like a week after. i kept feeling the heat of your fingerprint; computer science, you'd unlocked something dark in me.

google says the closest tow (joe's pick up) is 50 minutes away and also closed permanently. so that's not great. you live in another state and i should be calling my insurance company. i should be calling anybody else. this is not helping. i need an uber. i need to get moving. instead i say: "i need three words for a poem."

yesterday i said love you, goodnight after our 2 hour call like always and then you just, like. paused. all i could hear was your breathing. and then you'd said what a pretty three-word poem. i love you too, sweet thing. the words made my tinnitus act up again, and i must have some kind of synesthesia, because the sound travelled into my mind until it became the shape wedding rings.

orange, you say. the static is now chewing through most of your words and i only catch - borrowing the chevy -

the call dies. i have 12% battery. i never get the 3rd word, but i know you're still going to get a poem from me. actually this rest stop is kind of pretty, and so is the exhaust pipe, and so is joe's pick up, and so are the clouds. the light here is the color of a glue trap. before you worked at the denny's, we used to get milkshakes every wednesday and called it a friend date. you said you'd wanted to work there because it reminded you of me.

the sign's gone dim. the letters now spell out deny. and isn't that something.

[lucy-stone]

Hi your fanart is good I enjoy it a normal amount

*walks away with suspiciously art work shaped body*

TYYYY you made my week! Everyone has been so awesome and supportive since I started overcoming my anxiety and posting more. I am forever grateful 🧎🏾🙏🏽🩷

More fanart is on the way!

[911onabcbts]

🚨🚨: Brand new still posted by Tim on his facebook! (unsure of episode)

[shepscapades]

This file is named “Destruction BREAKDOWN” because of me. It’s me. I’m having the breakdown

[potato-lord-but-not]

Give malam 4c hair NOW 💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥 pretty please

YES SIR