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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

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REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches

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dash is dead im teleporting to the past

https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard?max_post_id=606474489540042752

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All shirts worn as pajamas must expose at least one shoulder in this household, so they may look super cute even when they're feeling miserable.

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company

[venus vs. color: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)..]

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He’s making a sandwich

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Hannibal: Our relationship is strictly professional. Will, sitting on Hannibal’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business.

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📻🍎 is DOPE! [BG's practice 1#]

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Al doodle of him bein silly i love him

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*Walks out of the bar covered in blood and with stab wounds*

'You should have seen the other guy'

*When you go into the bar it's empty, not a single person in sight. In a corner there's a mop with a fake mustache taped to it, it's covered in kiss marks*

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Lucifer goes to Alastor’s room and asks him to spoon him 🥹 Al thinks okay fine…maybe we can try this. He cannot sleep either with the battle with heaven happening soon and is curious to see the King of Hell being vulnerable

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Blitzø: I love you.

Stolas, not paying attention: What was that?

Blitzø: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

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Reblog if you too write fanfictions in your head but can't put them on paper because your brain is way too far in advance for your hands to ever catch up.

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🛁🧼❤️

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HEY

ZOOM THE FUCK IN

BEELZEBUB?!?! FRIENDS WITH VEROSIKA?!?!?!

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OK BUT IMAGINE BEING STOLAS

Literally a tragic Disney princess probably crying his eyeliner off and watching hella-novella literally heartbroken after what went down on the full moon-

And your phone dings

It’s a text

From Blitzo

After a huge fight

So

after freaking out

Wondering what he possibly could have said

You finally hype yourself up enough to finally check the text with desperate, final-bit-of-hopefullness anticipation

And

It’s fucking

THIS

Stolas is so much stronger than me theres nothing in the world that could have stopped me from instant portal-ing to him and killing him right then and there.

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All he did was treat Stolas right and y’all hated him