#IT RUINS ME EVERY TIME

[mortalheartache]

Did I just almost scream in devastation because I read some quotes from the ending scenes of RotS? …Yeah

One day I’ll consolidate all my melancholy thoughts about RotS.

[mountain-in-springtime]

no one talk to me i just watched the do you like me scene from ladybird again

[egophiliac]

C'MON TO THE THEATER!

I love these guys so much. forget NRC, I want to attend their terrible disaster school for disaster children that might actually be plastered on top of the smoking remains of an actively sinking ship. I may or may not actually learn anything, but I will have the time of my life.

[lotus-pear]

do you ever think about how in the day i picked up dazai side b dazai had to lie emotionless and soulless—like a corpse, almost—beside the man that gently brought him in, nursed his injuries, held him while he was in pain? he had to keep those suffocating bandages around his entire face, lest this man gain some sort of recognition for the little boy he saved. he had to lay there curled in the fetal position, bleeding and in pain, perhaps thinking about how, in another life, this man cooked for him, tried to build up his strength. read to him to pass the time while he curled up against him like a child listening to a bedtime story. played cards with him. saw through the heartless mafioso. the ruthless killer. and instead saw a boy.

imagine knowing this man, the man who saved you in more ways than one, was going to die one day all because he knew you. because he reached his hand into the darkness and plaintively, like a small child wanting a parent's touch, you grasped back desperately. imagine thinking all of that while that man is just a stone's throw away, making coffee in the next room just like he used to for you in another life. the scent, although you've never been here before, is reminiscent of home. and the tune he's humming? it's the silent melody that plays through your mind seven years later, for the last time as you fall backward off the building with your arms out like an embrace. but, hey. that man is alive. he's happy, although he never knew you. you can die with no regrets.

[tapeworrmart]

Stranger

[thornsnvultures]

18+

if I was dating eddie I’d flash him all the time just to watch his brain melt. his eyes go wide and then soft and he just sighs and says “titties” with this dreamy look on his face.

he’s trying to plot out the next part of the campaign he’s running at hellfire and you say “hey eddie” and his head whips up like “yeah what’s uhhhhhh” and he practically starts drooling. big, small doesn’t matter he just loves tits, especially yours. he never gets tired of seeing them and no matter how many times you do it, he never expects it.

you like to get him when he’s in stage with his band. wearing a sheer bra under one of his old band tees that you turned into a crop top makes it oh so easy to give him a quick peek. watching him try not to cream his pants on stage when he sees your nipples poke through the see-through material makes it worth it every time.

eddie gets so needy when he sees you. he drops whatever he’s doing to grab or squeeze or lick. like one time when you flashed him in the kitchen while he was making a box of mac n cheese. he didn’t turn the stove off, just groaned and dropped the spoon he was holding, walked the two steps to where you were sitting on the counter and cupped your pretty tits in his ring-covered hands. that’s what he always calls them, always tells you how pretty your tits are, how he’s a lucky sonofabitch to get to see them all them. his rings are cold on your skin but his tongue is hot, tracing over your skin, leaving a wet trail in its wake. he could’ve stayed there all day, face pressed between your tits, but the burning smell in the air reminded the two of you that he was supposed to be making food. he curses himself for getting distracted by your perfect, pretty tits and dumps the pot in the sink. but it’s your fault so you order a pizza and take him to his room so he can fuck your tits like he’s been wanting to do for ages.

what was I saying? idk I want him to crawl under my shirt and live there forever.

[afklancelot]

me: [insert speech here], i suppose :/

the monkeys from Rhythm Heaven DS Fan Club minigame: 👏III 👏SUP👏POSE, YAY! ⬆️

[sysig]

“It could be that the loss of her children drove the Queen deeper into her darker desires...but, I don’t believe she was fighting against them that hard before that particular tragedy. No monster does.” (Patreon)

Bonus:

Hmm, wonder what he could cover those holes with :3c

[locusfandomtime]

i hope you guys understand my vision

[theymademesignup08]

You know a movie series is good when the ending is a time jump to the main characters having kids with each other.

[flaticeball]

hey! as the first season of connor bedard gets underway i, your local indigenous hockey fan, have a request of you: please don't let this kid's sure to be marvellous and jaw-dropping rookie season make you complacent with the racism of the blackhawks as an organization. it is beyond heinous that they were able to secure the first overall pick this year for a number of reasons i'm sure we're all familiar with, but i am pleading with the hockey community not to let the racism of this org fall through the cracks.

they drafted connor bedard and handed him a jersey with a giant racist caricature on the front. their mascot is named tommy hawk. they continuously fail to curtail their fans' egregious displays of anti-indigenous racism at games.

i'm not going to ask anyone not to post about bedard. i know he's huge news and i'm bummed as all hell that i won't be able to enjoy the beginning of what is sure to be an incredible career myself. but i am asking, given that his presence on the team is likely to increase the prevalence of people making and reblogging posts about the blackhawks, that you please care, loudly and actively, about the racism of this organization and how much it hurts indigenous fans to see that go unquestioned so often.

consider mentioning it in posts. consider amplifying the voices of indigenous fans and community members about the issues of these types of sports organizations. consider reading up on the history of the person they claim to 'honour' with their hideous effigy of a logo. consider censoring the logo in your posts if you are able to (please do this if you are able to). consider tagging posts so that indigenous fans are at the very least able to blacklist that team and not have to see it.

above all, please just. don't forget about it. don't forget about us. we belong here too.

[sohotthateveryonedied]

trinity of making batfamily fans shoot on sight

[scootkiddo]

The fact that the introduction this time around lended more time to fleshing our Joel & Sarah along with their domesticity and day to day life made for a woefully soul-churning slow burn I could not BEAR. Knowing the outcome of what preluded the game, I was sitting here wringing my hands while agonizingly bracing for the normalcy to erupt into pandemonium and rapid destruction. It was the dwindling remnants of normal life that I found the most haunting. You would see Sarah go through her daily routine- have breakfast with Joel, greet the neighbors, go to school- ostensibly nothing out of the ordinary. But there was this underlined foreshadowing that tainted the slice of life. There were momentary tokens of caution, warning signs of the times ahead. Radio reports of the cordyceps taking helm, Sarah’s classmate twitching right beside her at school, the elderly woman convulsing while out of focus- under the brush, the inevitable catalyst that would send humanity through a downward spiral and elicit the inciting event that was Sarah’s death was slowly but surely breeding itself into fruition. The tail end of habitual life may had been in the foreground, but the presage and promise of apocalyptic mayhem was brewing in the milieu

[en-chi-la-da]

idk theyre just lookin' @ each other or smth

[bugtoast]

Wanted to draw June :] she’s so cutie patootie

[send-me-a-puffalope]

SHAKING VIOLENTLY LIKE A WET DOG

😭😭😭 WHO TF DO WE PLAY AS ?/?////