#Jesus I’m too old for this

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[peachdues]

why the fuck are PS5 games so goddamn expensive

[emostunttwink]

help, i totally forgot about the youth pastor!maruki au

transcription: If your situation ever becomes too painful to endure, remember: it's okay for you to escape your problem.

I don’t want a single one of you to think that an unfair reality you've been forced into is the only one that you have to live...

You can be reborn through Christ’s Love.

He died so that we can have an eternel, everlasting life free from pain and suffering. A perfect reality.

All He requires is your belief in Him.

[witchern]

people are already fighting about the latest updates from 911 and making mountains out of molehills, meanwhile i’m at work with our team trying to figure out how to free a shipment of honey from a warehouse in azerbaijan. some of y’all need real problems to focus on.

[trickstergoddess28]

Dude, I literally roll my eyes and cringe a bit when this site squeaks about “ZOMFGGGG THE MCU IS JUST LIKE THE COMICS!!!” And like, it’s not just with Loki either. It’s any modern MCU film this site dances in the street over and celebrates for being “JuSt lIkE tHe CoMiCs!!1!1” The MCU has flooded all the comic tags. I can’t look up any comic tag anymore without the flooding. My God, it’s annoying. It’s annoying as hell.

MCU fans- I beg of you. I know you think the modern phases are “more comic accurate and an improvement” (They’re not comic accurate but go off…) But pleeaasssee keep the MCU out of the comic tag. You guys have your own tags.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

So I was reading articles about John Hurt (as I do when I procrastinate on life in general lol) and I saw a still shot of a movie I’ve never seen still shots of before; so I looked it up. It’s a play. I was worried I wouldn’t find it in full online; but I did, so here it is in all its glory:

He’s just… ugh I want to gently hold his face in my hands he’s just so sad and lonely with his weepy voice and eye bags. I couldn’t process half of what he said but I think this is a warning about always speed-running through life to get to the next good thing. We should appreciate the moment; because in the end, we’ll have nothing at all but our memories. If we rush through life, we won’t have any memories to keep us warm at night when the chill of death creeps up on us in our old age.

Also, spool, spooooooooooollll…….

spoooooooooooooooooooooolllllll [cackles in mentally unstable]

@kaleidoscopr @theindo @possessedbydevils @randomtwospirit

[unknownarmageddon]

cross stood a bit awkwardly, his brow furrowed as he stared at this mess of... things before him.

killer's goofy grin wavered just the slightest, and there was barely visible dip in his arm before he collected himself again.

"tadaa," he repeated, just as cheerful as the first time.

cross glanced at the little box in his hand, and glanced away nervously. "uhm."

killer's left eye scrunched a bit, confusion on his face as he lowered the small wooden box he was trying to give cross, "what's wrong?"

cross was looking everywhere but killer, his eyes focused on a nearby broken window, and he gripped his arm, frowning. he couldn't tell if this was one of killer's skits or not. the way it looked was striking cross oddly, and he didn't quite know what to do.

killer was kneeling, holding up a little box, and their campsite was set up vastly different than normal. it looked like... some kind of set up for something important, but he didn't know which option was the right one, or one he was okay with.

"...what's all this about," cross finally asked, and killer's head tilted, his grin going lopsided, one side ticking downwards at cross's less-than-enthused response.

"i dunno, i thought it'd be a nice surprise?"

"what kind of surprise," cross said back, a bit more sharply than he'd intended. it wasn't that he hated how much it looked like killer was proposing, no, perhaps if it were.. in a different time, he'd be less... averse.

"huh?" killer glanced back at the neat, comfortably made spot he'd set up in the backseat of a car, and then at the box and back at cross before his eyes widened and he started shaking his head, "wait- oh-- wait, no, shit okay-"

he stood up, dropping the box and reaching for cross, who took a half step back, his eyes narrowed, and killer let him go, his fingers curling in the air before he pulled his hand back and clasped them together, pressing his knuckles to his teeth as he hissed quietly, his brow furrowed.

cross crossed his arms, and frowned at the floor, not sure why he was reacting this way to the concept, the implications. killer let his hands fall as he started, "i wasn't-- i know what it looked like, but it wasn't-- i wouldn't. or i? w-would, but-"

killer looked increasingly embarrassed, or stressed?? as he fumbled with his words before finally blurting out, "valentines!"

cross blinked, and echoed, "valentines???"

killer slumped a bit, and groaned quietly, rubbing at his neck with a slightly pained expression, and he leaned down, picking up the little box and cracking it open, presenting it to cross.

rather than a ring, it was a little carving. the stray thought crossed his mind that killer was getting ridiculously good at carving. it was a small cat with an even smaller heart in it's tiny paws, as if it were playing with it.

cross's tense shoulders eased, his expression softening, and he reached forward to run a finger over the little carving, his eyelights trailing upwards to killer's crooked grin.

he looked apologetic, but sincere, hopeful even, and cross sighed as he shook his head, taking the little box and shutting it, setting it in his pocket as he muttered, "you fucking idiot."

killer's expression brightened, and he lit up, "do you like it?"

cross snorted, and pressed into killer's space, nosing his way into the warm space between killer's neck and his messy jacket fur, sighing as he embraced his stupid stupid companion.

"how did you even know if it was valentines or not?"

killer's arms slid around him, returning the hug tightly. cross could feel the chuckle in killer's chest, the echo of relieved joy cast from killer's soul, the organ hovering safely within cross's ribcage.

"i didn't. but, i figured, we should have one still. for, uh. for old timess sake."

cross squeezed him tighter to himself, and hummed. old times sake.

"...were you really that-"

"no."

"if-"

"yes."

killer's hold tightened, and cross could hear the smile on his voice. "where'd you wanna go, for the honeymoon?"

cross snorted and leaned back, knocking his forehead against killer's as he murmured, "i hear the backseat of cars are popular these days."

killer let out a delighted bubble of laughter, cackling and giggling even as cross nosed his way back to the crook of killer's neck to plant an affectionate kiss to his neck.

-p :]

if it were a different time, a different world, it would be someplace in the mountains.

AUGHHHHH????? AUGH??? AUGH. WAILING

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

being attracted to rick sanchez is hard you carry such a burden of a funky looking old man and the people who don’t get it, don’t get it while the people that get it, get it

[clpudsnstars]

I’ve just turned 18 and the world hasn’t caught fire.

I spent the better part of these 18 years planning to end it. Hoping to get in fatal accidents or praying for lethal illnesses.

I’ve spent countless days and nights sitting on my bathroom floor begging it to end, because i couldn’t take the idea of existing. I couldn’t see why i should go on.

It’s been two years since I decided to give myself a chance. Two years since i started looking people in the eyes and listening to them talk.

I’ve heard the birds sing and the wind speak. I’ve heard my friends laugh, over and over and over again. I thought that if there was ever anything worth living for it might be this.

I saw the best in people and was let down a lot. I was betrayed by people I thought would stay with me forever. I sat in my anger and it told me its name was grief. I sat with my grief and it told me its name was love.

I figured that it’s better to have loved people and to have been let down, rather than to have never given them a chance at all. My love for them taught me more about myself than anything or anyone else could ever.

I started painting again. I started smoking again. I started letting the little girl in me laugh more, with her laugh that was always too big and too loud for those around her. I found people who love her. I saw a little more of the world and realised how small my perspective has been. I decided I need to see more. I fell in love again, with someone I’ve missed for a while. I cried a lot.

Giving life a chance hasn’t been easy, in fact it’s probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. And I spend the better part of my days romanticising it so I can keep moving forward. But I’ve met so many people and I’ve felt so much love. I’m happy I didn’t end it.

I hope it’s only up from here

[braisedhoney]

When did your Undertale fixation first start? Like not this re-emergence but

the very beginning

oh fuck. you went right for the throat.

… ground zero, i think. i got into undertale a little bit before the first anniversary, which is… oh my god like seven-eight years ago now. forget sans and papyrus, my bones are creaking.

thing is right, i was always a little isolated from the rest of the fandom?? like i wasn’t able to make art i was proud of so i never posted anything, and all i really did was desperately consume comic dubs on youtube and do really shitty roleplays to try and fill the void. it was a different time (in old man voice). if i do even have any of those old drawings, they either died on a laptop drive somewhere or got lost in a box 😔 otherwise i’d share my shame.

(honestly that might have come a few years later though, those days are kind of a blur that i can’t remember.)

after that i fell outta it, but i don’t remember exactly when? i’d come and go, but that’s just how fandoms be sometimes. i think the first peak of my fandom involvement miiiight have been 2016?

man. now i’m nostalgic again, lmao.

[laugh-of-the-medusa]

I stand by the statement that if Elementary happened late 2010s early 2020s, Joan Watson and Jamie Moriarty would’ve had a misdirected love triangle with Sherlock where you’re not sure if you’re being queerbaited or if they really aren’t in love with Sherlock but each other, actually fucked, and continued to have a very homoerotic will they-won’t they-i think they are tensed relationship, and this shit would’ve lasted until either one of them died or the show gets fucking canceled

[blueskyheadleft010]

My mind keeps slipping back to that part of the Madoka Magika (or however tf you spell it idk I’m not Japanese) movie where Kyubey figures out Homera’s magic is time travel because she doesn’t reply when he asks her.

And I can’t help but kinda laugh because while the scene needs to exist for the audience to understand what Homura’s deal is, in reality Kyubey is making a very dangerous assumption with little proof cuz magic can be just as fickle as the user applying it.

Bare with me here, but like what if Kyubey got it wrong in that scene? Like he asks if Homura was using time magic, but since she doesn’t say anything to him you could argue that Homura’s magic is anything from time traveling to clairvoyance to just straight up invisibility and teleportation. (Yes I know they ruled out teleportation early on, but since Homura doesn’t confirm or deny this, for all the magical girls and Kyubey know she could actually be using this type of magic and just not telling them she is).

Hell, a wish is only as powerful as the potential it has when granted, (see Madoka’s final wish in the movies for example of this phenomenon). Could Homura’s wish also serve as a form of protection? Like she could also have the ability to camafloge or misdirect a being’s senses so they think she’s somewhere else. (Giving her the appearance of teleporting).

Now the lame answer is that obviously Homura has time powers; but it would’ve been 100 times funnier if Kyubey had been off the mark with his guess and figured her ability had something to do with interrupting a person’s sense of time or place.

Like Kyubey asks Homura if she has time powers, Homura looks away, and Kyubey goes, “Ah, so I was right. You don’t actually have that kind of power, that would be too easy to manipulate, and you seem keen on misdirection.”

Homura: “…”

Kyubey: “So it would make sense that my first guess will always be the wrong one because you manipulate the probability of my guess to always be off. Yes, it makes sense now! Your power is to manipulate the probabilities to be in your favor while taking away the enemies’s chances of winning. You have powerful luck magic! Tell me, what kind of wish did you make to keep us from remembering you?”

Homura: “…I’m done with this conversation.” *leaves via pausing time*

Kyubey: “Shoot. I’ll have to try a better approach next time.”

[priestfrommidnightmass]

the fact that i’m dramatic and delusional really isn’t helping my case at the moment… unfortunately the amount of times i’ve been in total and complete agony over a guy i was (what i considered to be) good friends with and he wanted nothing to do with me because he had a long term girlfriend is NOT zero. unfortunately this is not my first rodeo and i am kind of the worst person on the planet i feel sick

[inkykeiji]

HELLOOOOOOO MR CLIVE ROSFIELD

WHEWWWWW

this is what older noctis should’ve looked like

[lovelyisadora]

got a ten page proposal due tomorrow ✌️ have zero pages written ✌️