#it is the way it is

[m00neroni]

i see a poc man with golden jewellery and an alarm with the name of james fleamont potter starts blaring in my mind

[spirithunts]

[ -> foxy mama 💦💦 ]: nude portait

[ -> foxy mama 💦💦 ]: y/n?

[ -> foxy mama 💦💦 ]: im leaning yes

» — ⌜TEXT MESSAGES⌟ , 

— @agonizedembrace

[ -> pride demon 😈 ] : yes!!

[ -> pride demon 😈 ] : oh i've discovered this painter recently that would do a lovely job

[ -> pride demon 😈 ] : his work is fantastic

[ -> pride demon 😈 ] : you can see it and we talk to him if you like it

[ -> pride demon 😈 ] : unless you already have an artist in mind?

[there-will-be-a-way]

Also, my hallucinations have become so frequent that I talked to the ward's psychologist about them because I was scared I might develop a psychosis. Seeing cats that aren't there, hearing angry footsteps, seeing the door fly open when no one's there, seeing smoke, hearing someone whine "no no no" over and over almost every evening. The psychologist said it's not psychosis but my PTSD. That I'm so stressed flashbacks turn into pseudo-hallucinations, basically. My brain really is overwhelmed, huh

[deathdxnces]

Tarhos reaches into one of the bags on his tail, "Haru's rather fond of you and it is your birthday today is it not?" He pulls out a bag of fresh pastries handing it to her, "Congratulations on surviving another year." - darkin Tar

» — ⌜IT'S THE BEST GIRL'S BIRTHDAY⌟ ,

 — @bells-of-black-sunday

Irelia never had the good sense of fearing much of that which would frighten most others, but to say the Darkin is an example of that is an understatement. It is no mere lack of fear; they might not be close, necessarily, but they both hold Haru dear and are loved by him in return.

Haru loves Tarhos, and Irelia adores the vastaya fiercely; it is enough for her. So when the dragon-like being approaches her, she meets him with warmth truly not extended this easily to any. "It is," She confirms as to the date, blue eyes accompanying, curious, as he reaches for the bag. Irelia smiles at the sight of the pastries, a bright smile that lingers as he offers his congratulations with a somewhat unusual turn of phrase. It doesn't bother her; surviving is all there has been for a long time — no, it's much worse to hear the wishes for a long and happy life she can scarcely picture. "Thank you, Tarhos. I don't suppose you're fond of pastries? There is more than enough to share, you know."

[thasdorah]

this is never relevant but just so all of you know alleria loves thas'dorah immensely and she would never part with it willingly or let another have it while she lives. the void powers are literally irrelevant, she'll always be a ranger first, and her bow (the bow that belonged to her mother and every windrunner ranger general of quel'thalas who came before!!! made from thas'alah!!!) will always be important to her

[noxianwilled]

katarina sit correctly challenge (impossible)

— @axewhirl

as everyone knows, bisexuals and chairs have a long history of being natural enemies --

[jessepinwheel]

I love it when people use "shrimp" to mean "beyond the human range". like "shrimp colors" but applied to other things. "shrimp emotions" "shrimp sounds" "shrimp morality", as if shrimp are living some kind of transcendent existence that humans can never comprehend

[epoxyconfetti]

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[teaboot]

When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week

[anartificialsatellite]

The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

[sadclowncentral]

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords