#(( hell yeah let's gooooOOO ))

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

AAAHHHHHH IM WRITING

LETS FUCKING GO IT'S BEEN FOREVER YALL IM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS

[toshkar]

BOOPS ARE BACK YYYESS YES YES YES

You can spam boop me!

reblog if you let people spam boop you

[umahumahumah]

Sorry I lied you're getting Poland instead

[vonlipvig]

Holy shit! Holy SHIT! I GOT A RANK A IN A REAL SURGERY! I THOUGHT I WAS DOING SO BADGER AT SHOOTING THOSE DAMN EYEBALLS BUT IT TURNS OUT I WASN’T! RANK A BABY!

LET'S GOOOOO show that GUILT who's boss! it feels so damn satisfying when you start to get the hang of it, like yeah FUCK your fantasy bio-terrorism, i've got the power of the god of medicine AND anime on my side.

you were doing so 'badger'? oh no, did all the blue badger talk yesterday get to you, el? oh god. OH GOD. ELEANOR, WATCH OUT.

[aquamonstra]

When you're already in love with an episode of Voyager just 3 minutes in and then this credit appears on the screen:

[retro-system]

thanks mario rabbids sparks of hope team youre a real one. they said "oh hey m&l fans have gone 7 years without an original game huh. well here's a stage which locks you in to play as mario and luigi together, and shows in the intro of the stage mario immediately stepping up to help luigi out when he volunteers as the ideal long-ranged fighter. the stage is a "reach the goal" challenge so you're relying a lot on team jumps, which you can treat as bro attacks if you wanna. it ain't much but hope you enjoy :D"

[sadthixx]

MAXED OUT!!

YEAHHHHHHH I DID IT IT'S BROKEN LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

[thelunarbar]

Holy shit! Clinching a series against the fucking Astros is the absolute best start to baseball season! I would fucking love to see them sweep tomorrow

[hopkei]

Keito and Taiki x CanCam

[cainiine-a]

@zealctry

The rain taps gently against the colored windows of this holy abode ( a rhythmic mantra, a prayer, a funeral song; he hasn't quite decided what it sounds like the most and, maybe, it isn't for him to decide yet ), trying to at least wash the mosaic off of the sin festering within its walls when it cannot reach the one inside oblivious to it all. Or perhaps these are god's tears, lamenting the subsequent fall of another one of its priests, heaven's last attempt to clean him off of his intentions as though he still cares about anything sacred, anything divine. Because what do these saints matter to him now when hell has offered itself oh so temptingly to him? With promises of riches and power in a tongue too sweet to decipher the consequences laid beneath, and the lord of all these gifts able to fulfill his every desire? He will offer him entrance upon this damned earth and, in return, will make him his own Mephistopheles.

Lightning strikes somewhere in the distance of a tar-black sky. The painted glass stones of Jesus nailed to the cross shine brightly onto the dimly lit walls of the church but the Father is too lost in his own fantasies to lift his gaze from the ground, too hypnotized by what lingers beneath. If only he did, maybe he would have questioned the way the blood dripping from the saint's hands looked oddly black.

The smoke of the incense burning out is still sickeningly intense. But on a night like this, he supposes, nothing feels ordinary, normal. The rows of pews feel vast, as though they multiplied to fit all of hell within them and in the growing darkness, he almost feels as though someone is already sitting there ( a shape, seated in the last row, its figure a blur ). A trick of his nerves, certainly, and yet a bead of sweat is still running down his temple the moment he extinguishes another candle with distracted, callous fingertips. A breath, a shudder. He closes his eyes, shaking his head, and pretends he did not see.

Because soon it won't matter. Soon he will summon the one of the bottomless pit. Soon It will gain a body and won't It reward him greatly for it? It will. Certainly, It will. It must. His index fingers hovers over Its sigil, trembling, and without closing the book he sets out into the night to find it a suiting vessel.

It has to be good. It has to be. The father walks around the alleys, walking around the homeless nestled into nooks and crannies with gentle steps but the way he clings onto his umbrella and stares at them with furious, blazing eyes betray him. He needs a vessel. They are not good.

But one is. He finds him at a bus stop, a little punk of a man pressed into its farthest corner and he briefly wonders if he is naive enough to believe that the bus will still come. Or that this is his shelter for the night. He smiles, expression warm but empty, his cassock fluttering in the growing wind. Something within the deepest abyss of his mind chuckles; this one.

" Not the best time to be out, my son. Are you in need of shelter? "

[person8789]

Words cannot describe the joy I am feeling right now

[trashartgalleries]

A REMAKE OF MARIO RP-FUCKING-G, LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

[tiredtriedfailures]

aww. i commented on a video saying it was lesbian friendly completely expecting to be ignored but he said "i love my lesbians (platonically)" and it put a smile on my face. the bar is in hell cuz someone not attacking or sexualizing lesbians makes me go yeeeeehaw :]

[joffyworld]

HELL YEAHHHHHH BROWS

The Lamb & their Disciples

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Finished this up last night before my laptop decided to shit itself last night.

Lambert - They/Them - Cult Leader & Damned by the Narrative

Bessa - She/They - First follower & spouse of the Lamb

Fear - He/Him - Former Gravekeeper

Hastur - He/Him - Loyalty enforcer

Panamo - They/Them - Cult jester

[aridiculouslylongreceipt]

Fuck u Starbucks ur beans have always been shitty <3

[tiny-security-mech]

Is Helluva Boss the best written thing in the world? No, definitely not.

Is it giving me everything I want out of a piece of media, and therefore making itself one of the most fun shows I've ever seen? HELL YEAH BABY, LET'S GOOOOOOO.