#AAA.

[you-and-youth]

i can make everything about The Character

[ciphers-fr]

[mochamoth]

Yknow what. I'm doing it. I'm writing a fic for my siren Samarie au. It's probably gonna be ooc but whatever I'm not a writer/author I'm just gonna do it for fun. Yay.

[blackkittiesinabox]

stares at you again with big autism filled eyes

hhhhiiiiiiii <33333333333 I love you jeff jeff I love you

-Jeffrey/Richard/Robert

Mmy love <33. Hii.. I love uyou moress. Mnnnnn... :> love you so muvh. Too much. Hiii. <333

[calder]

YALL. THIS IS THE MESSAGE ON THE DEACTIVATED VAULT RAID TERMINAL. AT THE PSYCHIC PLANT VAULT W CHRISTIAN OVERTONES

REELING

[bluetaho]

TMP SPIIELRS

WHAT IF THEY GOT TRANSPORTED TO DIFFERENT TIMES IN THE MULTIVERSE. WHAT IF THEY DIED IN THE SAME UNIVERSE BUT ALONE AND YEARS APART IM ACTUALLY

[oasisofgalaxies]

The slow, shambling walk to the exit . Are those birds singing? The exhaustion in his arms hung like deadweights on his side . Slow, slow steps, light . There’s light. It’s morning, maybe. Or noon. He can hear birds. It’s over. He won. He can hear birds singing outside as he makes it to the exit. Slowly slowly he turns and looks out . The people, or whatever they are now, stand like dark pylons scattered across the mall’s floor. There’s a mass half covered in shadow. It’s all wires and hard plastic. A single hand reaches out from it, towards him. Blood drips. He can’t take it. He looks away . One last look to the stage. For no one but himself, and the birds singing sweetly, he stretches his arms out and they feel like lead. He bows . For himself . For whoever is still watching .

It’s done. The curtains are closing. He can finally go.

But it’s not over. Something someone grabs him around the torso. A pit opens in his stomach as he feels himself knocked off his feet. Falling backwards. He hasn’t won hope was charred like red fire fills his vision as he is dragged into the dark again.

He can still hear birdsong.

Somewhere, sweetly.

[lilac-melody]

!!

Some Native American things...this is a Thunderbird. My great grandmother was obsessed with it, allegedly, she hoped wearing things associated with the Thunderbird would grant our family strength and protection.

[runaway-horses]

being trans in florida is one of the hardest things i've ever done. and i did not choose to do it.

[the-collector-blog]

NOOOOOO OMG "i'll be seeing you" by billy holiday is playing in the background during mark and alexa's first date i-

for reference this is the song that played during the credits after we see mark's wife for the first time...

[peter-aaa]

[hxgrl]

I saw Rex vox live today.

[mioakem]

the imagery in this part of the ep was actually insane like this is genuinely beautiful

[archived-2001]

ITS HOT AS FUCKK

[timelessbian]

she fucked the grim reaper, she made a baby from scratch, she's a con artist and a scammer, she blew up the hindenburg, she sank the titanic, she served cunt, she's annoying and mean, she's traumatized, she's thee jolene, situationship so bad she's gaining custody of twins in the afterlife, she's even a lesbian!! agatha harkness most character of all time