#from Me

[solomiracle]

solomon: and me, you know, i'm 3000 years old-

mc: DAMN

solomon:

mc:

solomon:

mc: i'm sorry.

solomon:

mc: i'm sorry.

[eliezersaul]

In a parallel world, I'm fully straight (nothing wrong with being bi though, however, you get my point... hope so) and married to Victoria Beckham. F! She, and Princess Marie Chantal of Greece are definitely my biggest female crushes ever.

...and I don't care if people think Victoria is "too stiff", or "unable to smile", or smth like that... I feel she is quite nice and lovely in person.

[fallout-lou-begas]

[ass-pushkin]

guarding mama while she sleeps

[occasionalsnippets]

So like, do you guys think if people believed enough, someone who died could come back to life in tbhx.

Like, maybe you died. You died in your best friend’s arms because they couldn't save you. They were too late.

(Because you weren't meant to be saved.)

They cradled your body (still warm, still alive-) and murmured reassurances that you're going to be fine, you aren't going to die, you have to stay with them, please they can't live without you-

But, it's over. Your heart stopped. There's nothing they can do about it. Or, rather, there shouldn't be anything they can do about it.

Your best friend is a hero. They're brilliant and bright and so very open about their relationship with you. The people ask what happened to you. Your best friend says, "They're doing just fine. We had dinner together yesterday."

You're still alive, they tell themselves. You're simply asleep and resting. Soon, you'll be able to smile at them like nothing ever happened.

They keep pretending like you aren’t a pretty corpse kept pristine in their grasp. They keep telling people you’re alive. They keep telling stories about you, keeping the memory (the existence) of you tied to them. Who would doubt them? They’re a hero. There’s no reason for their words to not to be the truth. The people love them. The people love you.

Their efforts pay off.

You wake up.

It’s a miracle.

When you check your wrist, your Trust value appears, encircling it. The number is high. Too high.

"What did you do?" you ask numbly. "Answer me."

They smile softly, lift your hand, and press a kiss against the inside of your wrist reverently. Your blood flows sluggishly through your veins.

"I saved you.”

[bettertwin9000]

Alright gang uuhh fully rendered and colored and lined icons for like 10 bucks 5 slots open

[dovewingkinnie]

IM DOING A POLL FOR MY NEXT ANIMATION IDEA!! HELP!! HELP ME!! AH!! HELP ME!!!! this is IMPORTANT... it will determine the ENTIRE THING!!!!

[eliezersaul]

"A New Hope ... ... Happy New Year"

[suzannahnatters]

A certain cosy historical fantasy author I know and love is currently impulse writing a novella she describes as "50% Stolen Bridegroom and 50% Protestants Arguing" and I have never been so impatient for anything in my life

[wiirocku]

Luke 22:42 (NKJV) - saying, “Father, if it is Your will, take this cup away from Me; nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done.”

[solomiracle]

lucifer catching you doing something stupid and he calls you endearing names/compliments you but in the most exasperated tone

"i trust you're not plotting my downfall with satan and belphie again, right, my beloved lamb?"

"you, the one who outshines all the stars in the sky... the one who takes my breath away with just a glimpse... are seriously going along with mammon's pyramid sceme?"

"my love, my reason for living, my light, my heart, my soul. explain to me why half of the room has been blown up."

[linksconnected]

Sorry gang I gatcha'ed

[fallout-lou-begas]

☝️ agnes is a woman

[ass-pushkin]

worst russian male name poll

[occasionalsnippets]

Thinking about tbhx a little... I haven't caught up but the world compels me.

You know everything. This isn't necessarily a good thing.

You weren’t special. Maybe just a bit more observant than others. Just a little more nosy. Just someone who liked eavesdropping on others. Who remembered things better than others. It wasn't anything interesting.

But, you know, Trust is fickle.

Your friend talks about the latest news. You mention some articles of their favourite hero. Your friend forgets about their homework. You tutor them in a class you aren't even taking. Your friend panics about buying a gift. You tell them something you remember the other person mentioned liking a couple months ago.

And whenever your friend asks, “Why do you know that?”

You would answer, foolishly arrogant, “I know everything.”

It's not true but does that matter? If enough people believe it, it will become the truth whether you want it to or not.

Your friends go to you for advice. They give you their trust. Your reputation spreads. Your classmates approach you for help. Strangers on campus whisper and say, "If you want to know, try asking them."

Before long, you catch yourself thinking why do I know that? It's not something you've overheard. It's not something you've vaguely looked into. It's not something you should know. And yet you do.

They’re cheating on each other, the fight’s all scripted, he’s going to die, that guy had a bagel for breakfast, this entire world is-

You cut off those trains of thought before they can drive you insane.

Stories about you continue to spread. People talk about a stranger who can answer any question, who always knows the right things to say. Your Trust climbs. You don't want to be a hero so you aren't.

You still go to the same old job where you're simply a helpful coworker. You still take the same bus every morning. You're still you.

But, you know everything. And that isn't a good thing.