#GAHHHHHH

[indeliblescarspivotalmarks]

Taylor out in New York, 12/06/23

[spoopieere]

New Year’s first post. Have fun ppl <3 (idk why but Tumblr keeps fucking the quality up)

The Collector & ChromeSkull Tamagotchis :3

Arkin - Asa: 🔒 🕷

Preston- Jesse: 🍷 💀

[cranberrytea451]

The boy ;-;

[dazelvel]

Lovely fanart of our girl "mary" by @tematchi 💕

This user did art of alastor's lover and it is absolutely gorgeous!! I am in love with their work. show this awesome artist some love by leaving a note or following them! :)

[time-for-crows]

Qsmp fans who are college students and have busy mondays I am holding your hand. I have a 3 hour class during peak qsmp lore hours. We can get through this together. (Gripping the table extremely hard)

[mockingmolly]

I still can’t get over how completely vulnerable laudna was at the end of the episode. In her relationship with Imogen, she’s often seeking the role of comforter, which she does very well. She’s beyond attentive to imogen, seeking to provide her comfort even before she’s had a chance to ask, yet any conversation over her own history is waved away, downplayed, or even delighted in. Given her devotion to imogen, it makes sense that the first time we do see her in need of comfort and advice from others, it’s over something symbolic of her broken relationship with imogen. And while it’s definitely a serious character moment for her, developmentally, it was still played up for comedy much of the time by Marisha. But now? God, I don’t think we’ve ever seen her feel so small. She’s spent an entire campaign dancing around the topic of her death with indifference at best, and delight at worst. She waves off the fact that her killer lives in her head, shrugs like it’s nothing more than an annoying roommate. And obviously, the situation with the shattered rock changed a lot! But after the bubbly, delightedly blasé-about-death laudna that we’ve grown to know, it’s almost surreal to finally see her let it sink in. Delilah’s words aren’t just words anymore. Her death isn’t just a story to tell. It matters that she was alive, once, and she cares enough to fear it didn’t

[sodastarpop]

setbem unibrse

[atthebell-moved]

ohhhhh cellbit finally told forever about the book that gave him the blue bird mission and threatened richas' life-- forever responded (i think) "i don't want to know, i don't want to know" and promised not to tell richas either

[ultrakill-fanatic]

5 hours of my life are gone now 😔😔😔

[wackytheorist]

After responding to a post I just realized.

Purgatory Badboyhalo died trying to help dapper reach the boat.

And now normal BBH died trying to save dapper.

They both died thinking of dapper before themself........

[tragicotps]

“The other day, when you spoke about her so bitterly, and about me . . . I thought you hated her. I could understand your hating me. I’ve never hated you, but I could understand . . . I could see why you might hate me. But I couldn’t see why you hated Lyra.”

Excerpt From The Amber Spyglass, Chapter 38, by Philip Pullman

[orobty]

Teetlez! For @lallelol 's dtiys!

I love your work <3

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price

[odder-outlet]

new promotional video for mutant mayhem featuring the turtles telling the theater to silence their phones!

[astrum-aetherium]

here is the most unhinged thing i have ever ever thought of: bunny's funeral, you and henry leave the wake to go fuck (maybe maybe not on his grave as a final fuck you, who knows?) but honestly? murderer henry is a turn on

this is obscene. do it again.

holy shit, this just blew my mind. i’m pretty sure i went blank for about a minute or two. this is the most deranged and yet intriguing prompt i’ve ever received. and do you know what? i like it. love it, even. remember that we’re talking about fictional characters here, all right? i love myself some artistic freedom in that regard. detailed expansion and description of this prompt to follow after the cut — proceed at your own risk. you’ve been warned.

henry would definitely be bitter and vindictive enough to propose to fuck you in the corcorans’ bathroom, he wouldn’t even want to leave the house. he would sneak you in there under the pretense of needing help or whatnot, it wouldn’t truly matter what for, but after the lock in the door is flipped shut behind you, he’s asking if he can delight in the beauty of your body — right here, right now.

you’re bewildered at first, of course, but when he grabs firm hold of your frame and starts circling your clad nipples with his thumbs whilst kissing your collarbone through your clothes, you’re completely sold on the idea. hell, who cares. bunny certainly deserves it.

he proceeds to eat you out on the counter, having asked you not to hold back on any sounds you might be moved to emanate, but to also be mindful of their volume so that the two of you are not discovered; you do just that. having made you come around two times from that, he’ll move on to roughly fucking you on the sink, caringly keeping your head away from the overhead cabinet as the mirror behind your back trembles a little too much not to be concerning. of course, he’d come in you — it’d pose an unspoken metaphor for the interrelation of birth and death, surely — and deliberately clean you up sparsely so that you could saunter back out of the bathroom still stained by the evidence of your shared intimacy. it would revive him.

alternatively, if you think this would be too much even for henry’s standards, he could take you outside, start the car, and drive the two of you out far enough to no longer be seen, only to completely wreck you in the backseat — to the point you wouldn’t even return to the wake and have to take a last-minute rain check owing to an excuse as stupid as a headache or a sick cat.

as for actual intercourse at the gravesite, well… quite macabre, if i do say so myself. god knows bunny deserves it, plus it’s a thrilling concept, but i feel like the risk of being found out would be too great for henry. however! and i really do mean the however; he would definitely make you stick around and stay behind as everyone leaves immediately after the burial. then, he would tug you close by your hips and generously caress you, perhaps even kiss you — only to pull back and spit on the fresh dirt or something, lol. he could whisper something coarse in your ear too, like how he wants to take you right there, but would never dare to. it’d be wicked; something about the funeral would get him all sorts of riled up.

[winterwyrd]

The Moths, Mary Oliver

Happy belated birthday @lotrmusical! Suffer 😌

Part 2 of Mary Oliver LoTR (part 1 here)