#hahahahahaahah

[drulalovescas]

THINGS JENSEN ROSS ACKLES SAID SINCE SUPERNATURAL ENDED (paraphrasing):

CROSSROADS 6:

The advice season 15 Dean would give season 4 Dean: appreciate Cas more. Because he'd prove to be the best friend and biggest ally.

JIB 11:

I hope we will get a chance to see that [Dean and Cas' reunion]. I think it would look like we all hope it would. There would be an embrace and then Dean would be like: Can we talk about that goodbye for a minute?

SPNVAN 2022:

I didn’t say anything - I didn’t give him anything. And what I had in my head was, I should have said "I love you too” and hugged him.

NASHVILLE 2023:

Dean's biggest regret was that he couldn't save Cas.

[hopestarcandy]

remember when i said i was only gonna come back if twitter shut down 

[pampamtiger]

if i see jungkook on the street, i will call him "bestie!", and if doesn't reply "bestie!" back, i'm revoking our friendship license

[willianmylander]

erin the real mvp for these!!

[xhanisai]

Miraculous fandom after Chat Blanc committed mass genocide by accident and Ladybug saw her own corpse: zZZzzzzZzzZzZzzzzzzzzZZzZZzzzzzz

Miraculous fandom after a teaser trailer showed Gabriel with a red stain on his chest: OMG!!?!? IS THAT BLOOOOOOOD!?!?! ON A CHILDREN'S SHOW!?!??!?! NANI THE FUCK!??!!!?!?!

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @ceceliaahathaway WHEN: 22nd of March, 2024. WHERE: Berkeley Estate.

"He's the best footballer player in the world. Why's you laughing for? I'm being serious, I'm being serious. Nah, I'm talkin' facts now, nah. I don't do if's, but's and maybe's. I do absolutes. If you aunt had balls, she'd be your uncle. But she doesn't, so she's not." Benjamin burst out laughing, "My scouse accent is on point and If you don't know that meme, you're getting fuckin' old."

[blackjackkent]

Caden remembers a cage deep below Athkatla. He remembers the flames licking at his body in Irenicus's perverse experiments. He remembers the pain.

So it is almost, in a horrible way, like returning to familiar ground when Irenicus opens the fight with a fireball that nearly consumes him.

Despite the mage's ostensible need for the power within the great tree they stand on, he seems to have no compunction in scorching its bark, freezing its leaves. A torrent of elemental magic of all kinds bursts upon them, and it is all Caden can do to keep upright, to surge forward with his own blows...

Madness. There is nothing but light in all directions, the clashing of spells from Irenicus, from Aerie and Jaheira and even a few from Imoen, mixed with the hail of arrows and fists and sword swings all lashing out at once. For every hit that lands, five others glance off the seemingly endless shield that Irenicus conjures almost without thought.

The exhaustion that has permeated Caden for days, for weeks now seems to saturate his mind. There is nothing left but this fight, this moment, nothing but Irenicus and pain and the hilt of his sword between his fingers, a swing, a slice --

At times Irenicus seems to be everywhere at once, and then at times, suddenly, all is still. Caden's breath hitches in his chest as he finds himself unable to move. Time stop... he remembers it all too well from the battle at the top of Spellhold, and now it is even more terrifying, as Irenicus uses the frozen moments to prep another spell, to lash out in another direction -- each of these frozen grey moments is followed inevitably by a burst of pain, or a scream of horror from one of his friends.

He cannot look at them. He cannot be distracted. They will live, or they will die, and so will he. But it must end. It must end...

it must end it must end it must end it must end it must end it must end...

It is a swing of his sword much like any other that ends it. Some accident of fate as much as skill. He swings just as Rasaad's fist connects with Irenicus's jaw, as Minsc's sword slices along his thigh. Jaheira reflects back a chunk of ice crystal into his face and Imoen lashes out with her dagger and Aerie's voice rings out in a blast of energy, and as Irenicus's shield shifts ever so slightly to try to catch all of these at once...

Caden finds the chink in the armor.

His blade sinks deep into Irenicus's chest. It takes every ounce of strength left in him to step forward, to push it deeper, until he can feel the sudden give that means the point has come out the other side.

Everything goes still again -- and not a time stop this moment, but a stunned silence. Irenicus's mouth falls open with a ragged breath, and there is blood in his mouth. For a moment he seems only astonished, bewildered.

He sags backwards, slumping down on the blade. The light in his eyes fades and Caden feels the weight on his sword grow heavy with death.

He is barely conscious of the victory, in truth. All he is aware of is the pain and the blood. There is blood everywhere. Some of it is his. Some of it is Irenicus's. Much of it is his friends'. He doesn't dare to look at them, to see the extent of their injuries. He doesn't dare to think about his own.

He waits, watching Irenicus's body slowly slump to the solid surface of the tree branch. He waits for his soul to return.

Rasaad speaks. His voice is ragged and weak, barely audible, the strength leaving it moment by moment.

Caden shakes his head unsteadily. He cannot speak. He barely has the energy to move at all, to breathe. It is growing harder to breathe...

Irenicus's body twitches as magical light flares over it. Caden's chest clenches up, breathing becoming impossible. Terror rises into his eyes, the desperate terror of a drowning man, and he claws outward with one hand -- his fingers find Aerie's arm just as she staggers and collapses sideways with a soft, weak cry.

He struggles for purchase, for stable ground; the heavy branch beneath them seems to lurch under him. Everything hurts and he can't see and he can't breathe...

Something is pulling him away. He falls to his knees, collapses forward; behind him he hears Boo squeak weakly and then the heavy clatter as Minsc topples over. Jaheira is still standing opposite him, leaning on her staff, but her eyes are blank and her skin is deathly pale.

"Aerie--" he gasps out hoarsely, and looks around wildly, blindly. "Imoen, what--"

"I can't...Caden, I can't..." Imoen whispers from somewhere he can't see. "It hurts too much..."

The blackness takes him and he falls forward and the magic swirling around Irenicus's body rises to meet him, to welcome him in...

Welcome to hell...

[love-the-escape]

identity crisis what am i? cause like i haven’t had twt since 2017 but like i stream and vote etc. but i had to get twt again this yr cause the dumb website made lurking impossible

so what am i? clearly there are like factions in army cause thats whats on my timeline, like i would say i have the most convos with reddit army. but thats not an option in what i’ve seen.

its like either your:

twt army

ig army

tiktok army

ytb army

weverse army

but like reddit army just feels like overflows from twt, cause often its ppl talking about things on twt. so like is that just decaf twt army? idk 🤷🏼‍♀️ pls help

who am i?

[takahero]

the day I get subtweeted by cornelia is the day I deactivate

[captivemuses]

Dia putting ranch on vaggies

[silver-coins]

:)

why brothah

[deancaskiss]

me: I have written so much today, hell yeah! that easily must have been like 5k words of writing!

me: checks the word count to see all i did was write a total of 2k words today

screams into my pillow: fuck!

[dewhander]

ok, now that I’ve finally watched the movie: i have to say. Those of you thirsting over Miguel o hara are insane

[thedeliaishere]

Hello? Forcefem fetishists? I'd like you to sign this... hehe... informed consent paperwork so you can begin your estrogen prescription! HAHAHAHAHAAHAH

[sammygender]

i am so. insane. whenever i see any good omens news my fight or flight instinct activates and i start breathing too heavily and feel a bit sick. all because it was my exs favourite show

[baconcolacan]

WAIT WAIT I JUST-

So- we know that R Tord did everything in his teens so that no one went out with Tom in high school- SO, HAHHA-

I'm imaging Tord like : aww yeah, Thomas is all alone now it's my turn to-

*Tom pulling up with a coconut*: :D

Tord: 👁👄👁 (what the actual fuck?)

YEAH HAHAHAHAHAAHAH

You know, he could have used all that time taking out competition to actually try and be competition.

Naur, his game shriveled up so much he lost to a coconut