#sorry. jesus

[areyouscaredyet]

im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)

its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!

happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D

[castielsprostate]

i hate you "influencers", i hate you tiktok, i hate you "content creators", i hate you "unalive" and "s€x" and "dr/ügs", i hate you instagram, i hate you consumerism, i hate you family friendly, i hate you puritans, i hate you facebook, i hate you family vloggers, i hate you violating other people's privacy, i hate you modern day social media

[cultivatingyourfuture]

cherrys definition of what a good person is kills me as well did yall know that. a good person is forgiving a good person is selfless a good person is kind and i must tick all of these boxes or else i am not a good person or else i am not human. and then she's confronted with people she CANNOT forgive and even though hes actively helping people they decide thats damning enough and fuck it. im not human. im clearly not eveline. i never will be. and then all that anger comes out all at once, explosive, dangerous, volatile. righteous. maybe that's why they don't return to their body for so long? why they keep finding excuses to linger in the ether? because they can't face anyone they love thinking that they've failed to be good??? what the hell.

[sunderwight]

actually it's kind of wild that aziraphale left for heaven to try and save humanity and the human audience of the show has just been like "0/10 terrible decision go back to your demon partner" about it

aziraphale: I shall bravely sacrifice everything that makes me happy because I have a duty to protect the world

the world: boo no

[qkumber]

WHYDIDNT HE JUST TAKE THE FUCKING 7 YEAR DEAL!?!?!?!?!?!??!!!!!!?!?!?

[babydarkstar]

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

[hasnomoxxie]

I FORGOT TUMBLR EXISTED

UH-

UM-

ILL GET ON MY PEPPIBLAST SHIT SOON-

...UMM

JESUS CHRIST HOLDING BLUEY

Yeah that'll do it

[truetogaia]

"𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝘾𝙐𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉!!!" ghost x reader

✩ pairing: ghost x fem!reader

genre ✩ smut, 18+

warnings ✩ explicit and mature themes, v penetration, creampie, cock n ballz LMAO

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requests are open! <3

Calloused hands slide up the smooth skin of your sides, outlining the curve of your hip, waist and finally reaching your chest. The rough pads of his thumbs smooth over the plush of your tits, occasionally running over your sensitive nipples.

Plump lips ghost over your hot skin, leaving a burning trail of tender kisses behind. From the shoulder, to your collarbone, to the curve of your neck. 

He grunts quietly as he buries his hot, heavy cock deep inside your puffy cunt, his girth stuffing you absolutely full and offering such a delicious stretch. Dragging achingly slow in and out allows his hot tip to hit that sweet spot within you with each stroke, driving you to the edge in just mere minutes. His hands run down to your waist again, settling on the plush rounding of your ass. Groping and grabbing at your soft love handles, head leaned back while he whispers about how good you feel, how your sweet pussy envelops him so nicely.

“ v’never had pussy better th’n this.. shit.. y/n.. squeezin’ me s’good, hm? yeah.. fuck.."

His voice is hoarse and filled with lust. He raises his head back up to attach his lips with the skin of your neck. Your soft hands reach up to tug at his hair as your noises increase in volume, his brawny hips snapping into yours just a little bit faster as he loses more self control. His big, muscular arms wrap around your waist securely as he loses himself in the pleasure.

“‘m g’nna fill you s’ good baby.. you’d like tha’, wouldn’t you? mm?”

He pulls back to look at you, smugly watching your features contort in pleasure as your cunt throbs around him. A lazy smirk on his face as he trails one hand down to your abdomen, thumb rubbing firm circles onto your clit. One final thrust sends you over the edge, body shaking as it falls limp against his solid chest. He’s not far behind, following soon after as his hips pump you full of him as he groans and praises you quietly.

[ennas-aesthetic]

If we DO ever get a Good Omens season 3 (and fingers crossed we will) then using the Second Coming as the narrative device to facilitate the final culmination of Good Omens' ideology and message is brilliant, actually.

Because the Second Coming IS NOT another Adam situation. And, contrary to the misconceptions I've seen, It IS NOT about Jesus being born again as a baby, etc, etc.

THE SECOND COMING. QUITE LITERALLY refers to THE LAST JUDGMENT.

As in. The SAME Last Judgment Michelangelo painted on the walls of the Sistine Chapel. As in - THE JUDGMENT of the Living and the Dead. THE LAST, FINAL, ETERNAL JUDGMENT.

It's the WHOLE thing Armageddon was leading towards. Book of Revelation speedrun: the world ends, everyone dies, and then they get resurrected again to be judged by JESUS himself. He will flick through the Book of Life (WINK WINK WINK DO YOU SEE HOW LOUDLY I'M WINKING AT YOU???), and if your name is there he will go "oh nice you deserve eternal paradise! :D" and if your name is ERASED from the Book of Life he will go "oh no, sorry, you go to the lake of fire for eternity now D:" (except apparently in Good Omens lore it'd just DOOM YOU TO NON-EXISTENCE FOREVER???)

And if you THINK about it, The Last Judgment is the ultimate manifestation of moral absolutism. No shades of gray, no chances. Just BLACK, and WHITE. Never mind that you're like Wee Morag and Elspeth, who are forced to do "bad" things because of circumstances. It's either you pass Judgment Day, or you burn (or disappear forever.) And the way THINGS are going in the Good Omens universe? I don't think there's ANYONE "good" enough to be "saved." Not Crowley, not Aziraphale. Hell, not even the Archangels themselves.

So it provides a PERFECT opportunity for Aziraphale and Crowley to UPEND that SYSTEM entirely.

I think that's what Crowley and Aziraphale would do in s3: establish a new kind of system in which angels and demons have free will to determine the right (or wrong) choice.

Giving them the APPLE, so to speak.

And then they'll go off to retire in a cottage, together at last.

[isjasz]

[Day 326]

(WIP??? MAYBE??? idk if i will finish this HSAKJDKLAJI)

obsessed with joel's anime intro so i doodled smth but didnt have time for mumbo o7

[liauditore]

do you guys ever think about that time she said her backstory was that she was only partially zombiefied and was fully conscious mentally while she ate and killed her family. and that she was a princess. i do alot.

[inkskinned]

yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."

i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.

the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.

mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.

later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.

sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.

but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.

i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.

every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.

wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?

the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.

every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.

mahler's fifth still makes me sick.

give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.

give me back what you took from me.

[frogchiro]

JESUS OKAY I FINALLY GOT IT this has been stewing in my mind for like 2 weeks now and now I finally got it. Also this is specifically dedicated for my dear pookie @sant-riley thank you for the brain worm♡

Tattoo artist!Ghost who is just so huge and burly and intimidating. His tree-trunk like arms are covered in bold, black tattoos, his strong neck too and you could swear that another large intricate one was on his stomach too whenever his black shirt rode up.

And imagine you, a novice to the tattoo world and Ghost was initially kinda surprised that you came into his shop; it was known for big, bold artworks and someone as sweet and soft looking like you didn't really seem like someone who would get one, maybe he could figure something out for you.

So imagine the way Tattoo Artist!Ghost's heart rate spark when you asked him to design a delicate womb tattoo in that shy voice of yours ;; Simon swears he almost felt light headed from the way all his blood rushed towards his dick because in his mind with an added womb tattoo?? And your soft curves, broad hips and full thighs?? You will look like his own personal fertility goddess and Simon became determined to not only be the one to exclusively tattoo you, but also to win this girl over and become his♡

[crismakesstuff]

cast out of paradise

[cringefail-clown]

four kids and an ai play a game more at 10

[spooksier]

relistening to tma and losing my mind more with each episode. anyways. today we're talking about how there are three characters in the show who are meant to be/groomed to be "the chosen one" for some specific purpose (agnes for the lightless flame, gerry to carry on some esoteric bloodline, jon for the watcher's crown/the web's escape plan) and all three of them have that running theme of being completely powerless in every aspect of their lives despite being made to be something powerful. we never get agnes' own perspective on her own life, gerry dies and is kept in limbo for *years*, and jon is marked to be the antichrist from age 8, like all of them were used as tools rather than people and if you couple that with all three at some point expressing that their fantasy is to live a normal life and be a normal person but they were trapped by divinity......fucked up if true