#i won’t but like… i want to…

[chloesimaginationthings]

Cassidy loves to scare the FNAF night guards..

[stuckinapril]

I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point

[ghostdrinkssoup]

nbc hannibal is a romcom purely because the central conflict results from hannibal not understanding his feelings for will and being a total loser about it because he’s never had a friend or been in love before which makes him act so silly and do the most insane things that will interprets being framed for murder as hannibal having something against him (as anyone would), and this series of misunderstandings is not resolved until hannibal’s ex girlfriend and former psychiatrist tells will that hannibal is so in love with him it makes him look stupid. after that will does not hesitate to break hannibal out of jail and douse himself in blood which is this show’s equivalent to the protagonist running to the airport to stop their love interest from leaving the country and marrying someone else before they’ve had the chance to confess that they’ve loved them ever since they’ve known them

[handcat]

where’s that catcrumb of a cat screaming UNLOVED UNLOVED UNLOVED pls i need to post it for attention

[ewwww-what]

I fully haven’t stopped thinking about Kipperlilly being pissed off at Fig’s german shepherding.

[heavenbarnes]

with reader being the breadwinner i can just SEE older bf!simone (begrudgingly) tagging along for a work thing. maybe he’s dressed a little fancy because you’re accepting an award (in the form of a framed certificate that simon hangs as soon as you two get home.)

it’s driving you a little crazy, really, seeing him stuffed in that suit.

and of course si is the talk of town when he and the you show. and of course he’s completely unaware—but not to be purposefully non-observant. he literally just does NOT give a fuck about anyone else there but you

your MIND 😭🤪🫶🏼

the minute you tell older bf!simon that you’ve won an award at work- he’s ecstatic.

he’s genuinely incredibly proud of you and, to him, it feels impossible to wipe that big cheesy smile off his face.

until you tell him about the gala.

the one that you need to go to accept the award, the one you want him to come to with you, the one that means he’ll have to drag the one suit he owns out the back of the wardrobe.

he grumbles about it like a petulant child for the whole week leading up.

until he sees you- sees you wearing an outfit that looks like it was made for you. one that’s already got him chubbing up in his good trousers.

“fucking ‘ell, f’get this stupid dinner- i’ll give ye’ all the rewards y’need”

“get in the car, simon”

he’s on his best behaviour, and by that you mean he hasn’t begged to leave any more than three times since you got here.

that’s pretty good in your eyes.

simon doesn’t appreciate the stares, no matter where he is he can feel eyes on his six and on the only reason he’s actually here- you.

“would ‘ppreciate if they could stop staring at what’s mine”

“i don’t think it’s me they’re looking at”

he’s suddenly acutely aware that the men he thought were staring at you are actually eyeing him with a certain jealousy-

and their wives look like they want to tear him apart.

jesus christ.

he turns to tell you that you should really get that fucking certificate and bolt but he watches you move.

sees the way you lay a hand on his chest, fitting your body to the curve of his side. his arm naturally fits around your waist as you stare down a particularly trying colleague that looks like she might take a bite.

“y’not jealous are you, sweet’art?”

he watches the way you roll your eyes at him, huffing as if it’s barely a question worth asking- all before you practically bare your teeth at the other woman.

simon feels that same pressure in his tidy slacks and he makes sure that silly tart can see his hand as it coasts over the back of you- getting a sly handful of what’s his.

“hmm, maybe we can stay- but y’might have t’remind me of m’place when we’re home”

[mioakem]

nahhhh yall don’t understand cressida’s just tryna secure the two of them a big ass house and three years of privacy to get up to all sorts of activities, like trust she’s got it covered

[teehee-vibes]

Old habits die hard

[doctorsiren]

A couple of textured canvases ft. Edgeworth but as Captain Phoebus from The Hunchback of Notre Dame :3

[itsnotmourn]

OH MY GOD ITS CARMEN AND RICHARD

[chloesimaginationthings]

These clown animatronics in FNAF wild as hell..

[stuckinapril]

how are you so in love with yourself...this is not me accusing you of narcissism or smth i genuinely am in awe of how much you seem to like yourself and be in love with yourself and I try so hard to be like you and do that too but i fail every single time...i really really want to know how I could be like this too because i know it is one of the biggest things stopping me from achieving happiness

Not sure if this is a ubiquitous experience, but for me personally affirmations can only go so far. There’s always been a direct correlation between me doing action-based things and my self-esteem increasing, so I try to keep my promises to myself (study at x time, work out at y time, just doing whatever I need to do even if I don’t have the motivation for it). Someone told me that self-esteem comes w doing esteemable things, and I’ve never forgotten that since. What someone thinks about me (including the gargoyle voice in my head lol) won’t faze me if I have tangible accomplishments under my belt I can refer back to on bad days

[blazing-dynamo]

So you know how we’re all reading the EDAs on that crappy pdf torrent / archive that’s been going around for over a decade (that’s when I first got mine)?

I, simply, cannot read poorly formatted books. I absolutely cannot.

So I’ve been creating new ePubs of the books for use in eReaders. I’m having a blast doing it.

If anyone wants them, or really any of the out of print DW books from that torrent, let me know, and I’ll put that book at the front of my queue. I’d love to help the fandom out with my ADHD super power to enjoy tedious monotony, as long as it relates to my hyperfocus.

See also my Listening Order post lol.

EDIT: linked it here since the post with the link isn’t being reblogged as much. EDIT 2: If you'd like to help, or just hang out, I made a Discord for the project. DW eBook Preservation Society

EDIT 3+:

EDAs updated: 31/74

VNAs updated: 2/84?

[aalghul]

I was just possessed by a vision of Duke crashing all of jaykyle’s dates accidentally. the first time, he just happens to be hanging out with Jason when Kyle visits Gotham, and Kyle invites him out with them instead of kicking Duke out (like you’re supposed to do with younger siblings but Kyle wouldn’t know that because he’s an only child so it’s not his fault).

And then Duke just keeps popping up, all the time, in comical ways. Jaykyle are getting milkshakes in Brooklyn? Duke was already hiding under their table before they even sat down (why was he there? Who knows. He claims it was for a case).

Kyle takes Jason to R’ann for a vacation and they’ve been on the planet for all of 5 minutes before they see Duke in handcuffs because he somehow managed to get arrested on a whole different planet from the one he should be on. jaykyle dealt with that and decided they’d just have to keep him on their vacation. Batman was hysterical when they got back a week later because he literally had no clue how Duke had vanished off the face of the earth. Duke had selfies of him (with jaykyle at every romantic event they’d planned) on a different planet though so he didn’t really care

[dykelizard]

living on the sunny must be hell

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.