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[helpimsleepdeprived]

here's to fifteen years of christmas together <3

@/deloveusion \\ 'Friend Test' Summer in the City 2014 \\ "Grief Lessons: Four Plays" - Euripides \\ 12-10-2010 DailyBooth post by danisnotonfire \\ 04-18-2010 Tweet by danielhowell \\ @/starei \\ Dan's comment under "I TRY TO GIVE DAN A HAIRCUT!!" -AmazingPhil \\ @/slytherverse \\ deleted video "What did YOU get for Christmas" (originally posted to danisnotonfire 12-25-2009) \\ 10-20-2023 TikTok posted to AmazingPhil \\ @/nedsseveredhead \\ "DAN'S BIRTHDAY CHARITY STREAM!!" - DanAndPhilGAMES \\ @/rueyam \\ @/firstpinof \\ @/midnightcrisisstuff \\ 11-06-2009 DailyBooth post by phil \\ 11-01-2024 joint Instagram post to amazingphil & danielhowell \\ "In Every Universe" - Stephanie Valencia \\ "Basically I'm Gay" - Daniel Howell \\ Quote - Mary Haskell \\ "INTERACTIVE CHRISTMAS ADVENTURE - START HERE!" - AmazingPhil (captions have been removed)

[magicalspit]

"wow wicked is BIG on tumblr" i say, like this isn't the social media for theatre kid refugees who get fixated on gay couples that are reaaaaally bad at eloping

[chookoflan]

If you’re up for a request, maybe your Link of choice with pretty nail polish?

Had some free time so just went insane with this prompt and I LOVED IT. I sorta deformed wars face but didn’t want to fix it lmao, but tysm for the request!!!!

[cosmogenous2]

it’s SLUTMAS EVE you HOE HOE HOES‼️👅👅👅🎄🎄🎄 Santa Claus is CUMMING 💦💦 to town 🎅🏿🎅🏿🎅🏿🎅🏿🎅🏿🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆and he wants to know if you’ve been NAUGHTY 😈😈☠☠ or NICE 😇😇🙏🙏this DICKCEMBER 🗓🗓 if you want Daddy tO STUFF YOUR STOCKING 😫😫😍😍 this SLUTMAS 👄👄🎄🎄 you better be a GOOD GIRL 👼👼👼 because SaNTA IS WATCHING‼️🔍👀 send this to 1️⃣0️⃣ of your SLUTTY ELF HOES who are DEFINITELY on the naughty list 🍆🍆🍑🍑 get 0️⃣ back and you won’t be jingling any balls this slutmas eve❌❌❌👎👎🙅🙅 get 5️⃣ back and you’ll be sucking on some CANDY CANE DICK 2nite 🎅🏻🎅🏻🎅🏻 get 1️⃣0️⃣ back and Daddy will show u a WHITE CHRISTMAS 🍆🍆🍆💦💦👉👌💦💦🍆🍆🍆

[jan-holdres]

[rockabye-rinzler]

tron////rinzler

[evansbucks]

RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO "EDDIE" DIAZ 9-1-1 - S02 E10 · Merry Ex-Mas

[the-identifier]

post identified

I just want to express how bad it is for my chained up basement twink when you guys dont listen to my spotify links. Its really not good for it at all

[ph-cutie]

evrart, evrart, evrart, he looks after everyone...

[yazzydream]

New art by Gege Akutami to commemorate the release of volumes 29 & 30 for December 24 morning editions of national newspapers!

Yomiura Newspaper / Gojo Satoru

Asahi Newspaper / Nanami Kento

Mainichi Newspaper / Choso

[gingerteawrites]

Omg this hurt so good??

I'm not a COD girly but this was simply phenomenal

ok but soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine. (18+)

you share his trauma. his stress. his anxiety. you do not know who he is, and yet you know the pain of a thousand punches because it's the only feeling he has ever given you. you know the grueling ache of abandonment and the terrible neglect of abuse and the disgusting amalgamation of all your worst nightmares before you even turn 20. everything that he gives you feels aggressive, like it burns, and he only ever gives you reprieve for so long until you just feel it all over again.

it makes you tired. it makes you sick. at first, as a girl, all you wanted to do was comfort him. you wanted to know who he was so you could kiss the cigarette burns that you feel and soak up the blood you know he bleeds.

but as you age, you begin to hate him. you hate him because he does this to you, he hurts you, doesn't he know that he's hurting you? doesn't he know that everything he feels, you feel tenfold, doesn't he know that the terror and the horror of everything he witnesses weighs down your chest, makes you feel like you're drowning over and over and over again?

for a few years into your adulthood, everything is quiet. you feel little except the ache in his back he never tends to, the creak of his knee joints that he refuses to stretch out. you wish you knew him so you could scold him for it, but you curse at a ghost. sometimes you think about doing something to get back at him--you think about carving a FUCK YOU into your arm, about throwing yourself in front of a bus just so he can fucking understand that his entire life is one fucked-up cycle of pain and misery and horror, but you can't bring yourself to do it.

you can't hurt him. you just can't.

and then, the real pain begins. it brings you to your knees, this pain. you scream, you wail, because it feels like you're being carved from the inside-out. your face burns. your chest heaves. you feel like your ribs are breaking, you can't breathe, you claw at the invisible wounds that your soulmate must be wearing, and you beg him to stop, you beg him to let me go--just fucking die already--please, please, please--

those weeks haunt you. the torture he endures, it is branded to you. you wear no scars, and you never lost any blood, but the phantom flesh that you know is gone follows you in your sleep and never shuts up. it talks, it snarls, it eats at your insides. even when he heals, you are never the same. you wake up from nightmares that you know you share with him. you look over your shoulder for the predators you know he has encountered, and you cry yourself to sleep over the loss of something that you can't even decipher because you have no idea who he is or what he buried to feel this way inside.

he's sick. he's twisted. he's a walking corpse, he has no redeemable qualities, he is selfish and mean and cruel, and you hate him, and if it wasn't for the pain that you would feel, the first thing you would do when you saw him is drive something right through his heart to finally stop the undying infection he spreads to everything that he touches.

you know it is him when you finally meet him. you would know him anywhere; you’d know him just by the scars alone who he is because you remember what it felt like when he got them. when you eye the sleeve of tattoos along his left arm--the fucked, shitty, sunburnt art that made it impossible for you to finish your university exams. the faded, grey circles that line the other, ones you recognize being from the burning cigarettes that you would smell when you closed your eyes. and when he removes his mask briefly, you recognize the scar that cuts above his lip and strikes through his eye--that one left you reeling on the bathroom floor particularly loudly. you thought he might be blind if it wasn't for seeing the darkness of both of his eyes.

you start to cry. you start to cry because as soon as he realizes who you are, as soon as you see that flicker of knowing flash across his eyes, all of the hatred and the anger and the poison that plagued you for all this time vanishes. everything you fought so hard to feel, all the misery you wanted to bestow upon him for making your life a living hell, it's gone.

because the universe is cruel, the universe has done what it has done, and it has made this singular person just for you, and against everything you believe, you know that you love him, and you hate yourself for it, and you hate the universe, too.

you have endured. but maybe you endured so he didn't have to. maybe you endured so that he could have this, the feeling that he feels right now, that feeling of sudden relief.

he slides a large hand over his chest, flinching slightly. he blinks, understanding suddenly that he's feeling your joy, your elation. when you shuffle your way over to him, breaching the conversation the men around him are having, you ignore their confused stares as you fling yourself into his chest.

ghost forces you against him, trapping you to him. he practically chokes, tangling a gloved hand into your hair, and you sob into the warm skin of his neck as he hoists you into his arms, into his lap. you don't pay attention to the curious voices around you, you just bury yourself into him and cry. his body is the evidence of all that has happened to him, and you aren't angry anymore because you're relieved.

he's real. he's alive. he's here. he's okay.

when you pull back to look up at him, you blink away the tears that are falling fast down your face. he stares down equally as intensely, drinking in the sight of those big, wet eyes. when he smooths a big hand down your face, he grumbles when he realizes what you are, how you know him.

he never realized this was what he and his soulmate shared. you in your life had never felt pain like he had--he had no idea what he was doing to you. he had no idea what you were surviving at the same time.

he closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours, and your lips tremble as you cup his cheeks and hold him close.

it feels wrong to feel this kind of comfort, but he does anyways. he thinks, maybe, that perhaps the only reason he survived was because of you.

because there was someone else, far away, that loved him enough to keep him breathing. even when he thought it was over.

[katerinaaqu]

With the latest two asks I got from this Anon and sparked an amazing view on perspective made me realize this;

People who twist the past or the myths so that "their heroes won't do problematic things" and call this twisted part "retelling" is the same type of people who scream bloody murder every time they see an old movie or book hush the subjects such as homosexuality up.

Because -sweet irony- it is EXACTLY the same logic!

People didn't want their "perfect hero" Achilles be "tarnished" by aspects like homosexuality that was from an uncomfortable till forbidden and illegal subject for pop culture till a few decades ago (and still is in many places) so they never entertained the sources that interpreted them as lovers. So the next time you say that Circe not sleeping with Odysseus because she can because "that would be uncomfortable for modern feministic audience" or something similar, remember that was the same logic that made people in past movies not entertain the thought of Achilles and Patroclus being romantically involved.

Let that sink in the next time you feel like twisting the ancient myths to make yourself feel more "comfortable" or "righteous".

[professional-sniper-lover]

I don’t think I’d be invited back for Smissmas dinner cause I probably would’ve jumped him if I was there.

[tonguetyd]

“Jersey Shore” what a bullshit answer. Do you know HOW MANY TOWNS there are that consist of the shore?! AP and AC are like two whole fuckin hours apart and DRASTICALLY different from each other. If you mean Seaside, say that, but even like. What’s so bad about Seaside other than its MTV portrayal.

You wanna know what the worst fucking attraction in NJ is? Six Flags. Especially since Kingda Ka is done. FUCK Six Flags.

The Worst Attraction in Every State

[mimble-sparklepudding]

OK I'm nearly there. I'm just waiting on a couple of people to come back to me. The only glaring gap is I'm short one Reaper. If anyone could remind me of any Reapers I might have missed I would be very grateful. Ideally with a suitably scary combat screenshot.

Apologies in advance to the people who so kindly offered their OCs, but whom I was not able to include. This project is subject to very precise numerical limitations, for reasons that will make sense very soon (whilst also being very silly). I promise I will try to include you in a future (equally silly) project.