#i’m so fucking tired omg

[thisperfectmonsoon]

good morning, say it BACK ❤️

[sentientsky]

i’m so fuckeign eepy but there are images of The Character to look at

[skittle-is-little]

hm blurry

[herbaklava]

Sooo I didn’t get the job 💔

[cyarskj52]

[theartinmyheart]

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[delicateimage]

Hey girlies update time… I’ve been sent to a clinic for my weight and it’s been really stressful and my life is kinda falling apart lol there’s defiantly good aspects to it but ughhh I’m like :( bc my diets had to change so much and I feel so unproductive now and I’m really scared about gaining weight but they’d said I’d like die or whatever if I didn’t which um. I genuinely feel so disgusting heavy and sick and disgusting and DISGUSTIGN eww and my disordered eating brain is coming back in full force after silently controlling me for like nearly years at this point and it’s all so much. the hardest thing about this is that I don’t want to gain weight at all and particularly I don’t really even care to live anymore. I’m scared everyday I’ll fall deeper and deeper back into disordered eating I’ll get lonelier and lonelier I’ll get fatter and fatter I’ll lose everything I’ve ever built for myself… ugh this is a mess but ong.

[bastard-of-a-bog-being]

Hey guys I saw a leaked script for frozen 3 and hands makes a return !!

Hans: literally just breathes Elsa: smirks and Murders him to death with ice powers, struts away sassily because she’s Idina Menzel Hands: will return in Frozen 4 and every short thereafter for this same joke

[twistedappletree]

why are all my friends so afraid of dOING SHIT

[sentientsky]

happy wednesday or whatever anyway here’s a tender lovely-dovey scene from one of my actual good omens fics but i’ve spliced and diced it into bullshit :)

Aziraphale, tear-streaked and frenzied, reached to touch the demon’s chest, to confirm he was real and alive and unharmed. “Oh god. Oh…somebody, my love,” he murmured, hands finding Crowley’s face. Tears swam in his eyes, and fell down his cheeks in glittering rivulets. His demon wiped them away with soft hands. “I—I don’t understand,” Aziraphale managed to choke out.

Crowley blinked. “Neither do I.”

“I thought I lost you,” his voice broke on the last syllable.

The demon leaned forward, pressed a kiss to his angel’s forehead. Tension still lived in the hollows of his bones, a heavy innate fear. An awareness of where they were, the danger looming nearby. The blue shock of the Metatron’s eyes. An awareness of how many countless things could go wrong.

And yet, unbidden as ever, a familiar warmth took residence in his chest, in the very pulp of his marrow. He felt a small smile form on his mouth, cautiously optimistic and brimming with affection. “Never. Can’t get rid of me, angel. Warranty expired thousands of years ago.”

His angel laughed, softly, bordering on a sob. The world burned around them and countless angels looked on. And still, Aziraphale never tore his gaze away, his face cupped in Crowley palm. Pale wings fluttered behind him. His thousand eyes flared, heavy with residual worry and… oh. Crowley couldn’t sense love. Hadn’t been able to since before he was an angel in the time before time even knew it was a thing. And yet. And yet, something barely-remembered shifted as he met his angel’s gaze; an atrophied muscle, a phantom limb. A ring of dust where a vase once sat.

He looked up at Crowley, a soft smile playing on his lips. And then he turned his head to kiss the demon’s palm.

“I love you.”

Aziraphale had murmured it quietly, soft breath whispering against Crowley’s palm. And he had said it so simply , as though it were a fundamental fact of the universe—as though the words had been sitting right there, just under his tongue, since the dawn of time.

Despite the calamity unfolding around them, Crowley was, of course, malfunctioning. His hands were shaking. He was pretty sure he’d forgotten how to keep his corporation upright and breathing. Lungs and the whole oxygen thingy kind of cease to take priority when the love of your (very, very, impossibly long) life admits that that love is reciprocated. The world was ending (again), and that was the moment his body decided to verge on the precipice of discorporation. Amazing timing, Crowley. You’re being so devilishly suave about this, he chastised himself.

After he’d had a moment to catch breath he didn’t really need, he spoke at last, reverence catching on the corners of his consonants. “That’s really fucking gay, angel.”

again, if you’re interested, here’s the actual fic (fair warning, it’s a bit all over the place but I swear it makes sense in my head and it’ll make more sense once I pull all the strings together in the next 2 chapters lmao): x

[stanleyvampire14]

God…

John Emerson is a sopping wet confused cat I swear to god.

I love him

He’d look better if I could draw him in like an actual “cop guy” scene but noooo I no no wanna-

BUT GOD D A M N.

[unearthlydream]

life has been………… a lil wild lol but i had like almost 200 posts in my queue before being mostly offline for the last two weeks or so. So every couple days I’ll log on to see what I’ve been posting and it’s like a lil treat. My literal for you page

[woundedheartwithin]

It’s amazing how I am a nervous, timid wreck having to make phone calls until I hit peak efficacy of my adhd meds and then I can fucking do anything. Like this medication has actually turned me into a functioning adult and I still can’t fucking believe it

[threnodians]

does anyone else ever just lay in bed and cry for an hour straight because you’re just so fucking tired of being alive and pretending everything is okay when it most definitely isn’t and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do or how you’re supposed to go on or is that just me right now

[starlooove]

Artists who get creative with Duke’s hair and costume my beloved

[fingertipsmp3]

Anyone else having an absolutely unhinged week or is that just me