#“—age is just a number” like what the fuck??

[wielderofthechainsaw]

ok so my cousin told me to draw one of my OC’s wearing this shirt:

so i used my OC Cecil because I already had a base of her

This was a very quick doodle, i think it took like 3 minutes so uhhh yeah with that info rate it from 1-10!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

“Stop excusing Jason killing just because he died!!1!111!!1”

We don’t excuse his killings, you ignorant fool. We actively encourage it.

[goldkirk]

My five happy things for the day

• paper that has a good feeling texture

• things not feeling like an emergency EVERY second of the day, only part of the time

• the fact that these cheapo stamp ink pads from Walmart a few years ago somehow still have a bit of functioning ink not dried out?

• I’m able to track and retain conversations for longer periods of time again, I’m finally finally finally feeling some progress

• putting on a warm hoodie or coat when feeling chilled

[sluttyten]

My afraid-of-romance ass has just been asked by another regular customer for my number and the stupid thing is that again I do think this guy is kinda cute and I really probably should say yes

[natjennie]

like seriously whatever you do dont think about the captain and that story about someone calling into gay bars and not saying anything, just listening to queer people living and laughing and having fun. definitely don't think about the captain doing that. haha.

[mossboys]

i’ve been trying to stay off social media in general but honestly nothing has radicalized me like this has. i think about it constantly. i’ve never been on the verge of tears almost constantly because of anything in the news before

[hazel2468]

Me and my wife, unable to sleep- Oh, let's watch Hazbin Hotel! Episode one was good!

Me and my wife at the end of episode four- Sobbing over horny murder demons cuz HOLY FUCK ANGEL BABY NO

[reiverreturns]

listen now. i am under no illusions that most pro-scottish independence memes on this hellsite are likely spread without a lot of thought put into it. maybe you hate the idea of monarchic statehood. maybe you think the uk’s right-wing government causing a constitutional crisis over trans folk being able to complete a legal process a little easier is exceptionally funny. 

but as someone who’s campaigned for independence for nearly half her life (started at 16 and i’m about to turn 31); it just... it means a lot. even if it’s fleeting, even if its a notional solidarity. living in scotland so often feels like a constant test of your critical thinking skills. scots are taught from an an early age that our language doesn’t exist, that our culture or heritage isn’t as important to learn about as british or global history. we’re taught, in many ways, that we’re just funny sounding english people with a propensity for drinking and ceilidh dancing. we’re constantly manipulated by the mainstream british media which we’re trained to believe is some of the most non-biased in the world (particularly the BBC). we don’t know who we are or where we came from as a nation. and if you’re not paying attention and asking questions, it is so goddamn easy to believe this piss state is better. it’s a lie we’ve been beating into ourselves for hundreds and hundreds of years.

it’s sometimes hard to see outside the bubble and remember that other people looking in might see what so many of us on the inside see. so thank you. even your damn bugs bunny memes have warmed my hardened little heart on this january eve. 

[sad--tree]

my spotify search history atm is so funny lol its like, renowned canadian singer-songwriter leonard cohen! danish death/doom band konvent! whatever the fuck u would describe heilung as (wikipedia says "experimental folk" which, like, sure. but also its like some kinda ancient germanic/viking type of thing) ! classical chinese opera & folk songs ! cannibal corpse! harvest dawn from tes oblivion ost! celtic frost's A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh! moist ! carmina burana! and so on & so forth ......

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

I don't know anything about HxH but from the new chapter I'm bummed that Hisoka's no longer got the visually appealing and lowkey iconic jester outfit, and instead looks like the love interest in every dark romance manhwa ever fucking written

[imissjensi]

when i die, and whatever entity at the end greets me, it will allow me to ask one single question. it can be anything, and it will answer truthfully. i could ask what the meaning of life is, or whether the world is better off without me. i could ask for a list of all the people who have had crushes on me, or what my life would have been like if i took one different turn. i could ask for something relating to my trauma, or my old friends. i could ask how my remaining family members will live the rest of their lives, or how many people came to my funeral. but i already know what question i will ask. no matter if i die today, in five years or sixty, the question will always be the same. the one question that has been plaguing me since i was twelve years old.

when i die, i will look this entity in the rough approximation of where it's eyes should be, and i will ask:

"what is the population of the lost cities?"

and i will be able to rest in peace.

[phanfuckingtasmal]

glad to see absolutely nothing has changed about diabetes diagnoses in ER departments! (<- so sarcastic it could sweeten a coffee)

[killuaisaprincess]

Cinderella

THEY ARE CUTE!

Zushi has a crush.

On his best friend's brother, someone who was also his friend when they were younger…

It’s confusing. Learning Nen was much easier somehow…

He couldn’t ask master; it was much too embarrassing… and besides, he'd probably bring up some statistic that would make all of Zushi’s self-confidence plummet. He couldn’t ask master’s master; she was scary… Alluka is his best friend! Which makes it all the worse! But she had just teased him and told him probably way more info than Killua himself would ever want anyone to know… so now he feels a little guilty.

But that sad look in those deep blue eyes of his… it’s like an ocean of sadness, and Zushi wants to see a smile against those pretty features like when they were younger…

But he’s no good. He doesn’t know what to say or do… he’s definitely not Alluka, who was the only person who could bring her brother out of a melancholy state, and he’s not Gon…

Zushi doesn’t even know what happened… A-and he has no right to pry!

But he can’t think of what to do, so he’s sulking at the punch table, fiddling around with a glass in his hands.

Killua hadn’t danced with a single person tonight… s-so maybe!

Oh, come on… who’s he kidding… it took him years to conquer Heaven’s Arena; something like this seems…

Zushi sighs out loud vehemently, placing the drink down and playing with his champagne-colored bowtie, bright against the pure white of his suit.

He doesn’t know how to dance…

He’ll just stay glued here, in this spot, until the party is over, he decides; until he sees Killua slowly move away from the edge of the balcony, clearly intending to leave.

H-he’s got this!

༶•┈┈⛧���♛ ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

HE DOESN’T HAVE THIS!

He’s sweating buckets to the point he thinks his shoes must be flooding.

“O-OSU!”

He tugs at the edge of his tux, swallowing thickly.

It’s not hard to sweat just in the presence of Killua. He’s like from another dimension. The way the light pink dress he wears flows down, like a cascade of waves, highlighting his petite frame, his slender shoulders, the sleeves draping past them. His lips are the same complimentary pink, blushing his skin in spots as well.

Killua stops fiddling with his silver locks, his somber expression twisting for a second, something akin to joy, as he looks back.

“Osu. It’s been a while… you’ve gotten strong, huh?”

There’s a small catlike grin on his face for a moment.

S-strong? Oh, right!

Zushi steps forward, standing next to Killua, rigid as a board.

“Osu! B-but I’m still nothing compared to you two!”

Wrong move.

Killua’s expression crumbles so fast, Zushi wishes he could stuff the words back in his mouth. Killua physically recoils and draws closer to himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

“I can’t speak for Gon… but you’re definitely stronger than me now… you train with Alluka, right? She’s gotten strong too. She can take care of herself… so I don’t really train anymore. I don’t like fighting…”

It had always been a necessity, not fun. There was only a short time it was fun for Killua…

Tears fall hot on his cheeks before he can stop them, and he wipes them away, smiling bitterly. He wants to stop them. But they don’t…

Killua dips to the floor, trying to hide, sniffing.

Oh no.

Zushi wants to disappear. His heart aches, and he looks around desperately.

Alluka!

He can’t help Killua… he wants to. But what can he do…?

Confidence! Master’s master said it is the most important thing!

He leans over slowly, gently placing a hand on Killua’s shoulder.

“Killua?”

Killua looks up, tears still pooling in his eyes, and Zushi fumbles in his pocket, pulling something out and holding it outward for Killua.

Except it’s not a handkerchief. It’s his patchwork coin purse, and nervously he draws it back, fumbling to tug out the small piece of fabric and handing it to Killua.

“U-Um! Killua-san! S-someone as pretty as you shouldn’t cry!”

Zushi hears a small gasp out of Killua’s lips, and the red around his nose turns an even deeper hue, and Zushi isn’t sure whose face is more red, feeling his own on fire, still awkwardly holding the handkerchief out, and you can hear a pin drop.

Killua gently takes the handkerchief from Zushi’s hand, his small and slender fingers brushing against Zushi’s own, and his heart swells again, and Zushi swallows, trying to keep his heart from leaving. Killua’s pretty… and cute…

Killua says he doesn’t fight anymore, but Zushi knows Killua is still strong, but he can’t help but feel the urge rise in his chest to protect him.

“U-uh! I know you don’t fight anymore, b-but! If you want to, I mean! I’d really like if you came and watched a match of mine, osu!”

“Eh?”

Killua says it so softly he almost doesn’t hear it, and his head feels like it’s swirling as he looks up; Killua gently wipes under his nose using the handkerchief before placing it in his lap. His face is still cutely red, and he looks to the side, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“W-well Alluka has a match… that-that day, b-but! I guess I could see how strong you’ve gotten…”

Killua looks over, smiling softly, adding.

“Osu!”

[autism-corner]

mc but theyre a ghost. not bc of any 'lesson 16' stuff but bc its fun

[rosicheeks]

Exhibitionism, cnc, D/s, verbal, multiple partners, light-to-not-so-light humiliation. Only one that might be a question is older men.

Exhibitionism? True

cnc? Truuuue

D/s? True

Verbal? Idk

multiple partners? Kinda lol

light-to-not-so-light humiliation? False

older men? Depends