#ANYWAY I'M ALIVE

[justsmth2]

someone come take my tablet away I can't stop drawing them happy

[gabekidd]

Hello I know I've been quiet, being a milf is hard work

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[endlessapis]

share in the act of creation

don't tag as kin/me/id/muse/etc. please ♡

[imsofreakingtired]

what if you and Sevika had a lesbian situationship divorce and she goes on a shimmer bender crashout

content warnings: blood, violence, self-destructive thoughts, uhmm chaotic angst

like she just doesn’t stop using it. she has a belt full of Shimmer cartridges and uses three at a time whether she’s fighting or just needs a kick, an escape.  

uses it even when she goes to the brothel and just picks any girl who looks remotely like you. she sees you in the sky, hears your voice echo through the streets, feels your hands on her skin when she’s in the gardens, thinks if she closes her eyes she can almost believe the girl she’s with is actually you. calls out your name huskily when she comes. hates herself for it but can’t stop the cycle. and she always fucks on Shimmer, rushing through her veins. making everything dizzy and hot.

she does it even more because she remembers how you always scolded her for using Shimmer, saying it would eventually destroy her. a part of her wants to destroy herself for leaving you. a part of her hopes you’ll save her before she does. 

one night she gets caught up in a street fight and takes on like ten muggers at once. they have knives and masks and want her Shimmer supply, she laughs with the freedom of a woman who has lost all hope. last thing she remembers is thinking, “oh, baby’s not gonna like this.”

you hear a bang on your door in the middle of the night and you jump out of your half-sleep, a knife in your hand. you’re so sure the enforcers finally found you and you know you’re not going down without a fight. you open the door, gripping the blade so tight your palm aches. but there are no enforcers. it’s just Ran, their eyes wide and desperate. they’re propping up a lifeless figure, knees nearly buckling under the weight. Sevika. 

your first thought: Oh Janna. I’ve lost her. 

the knife falls to the floor with a clatter. you open the door wide enough to let Ran in, more dragging Sevika than walking her. you cast a swift look up and down the street to make sure they had no unwanted company following them, then you shut the door firmly and run over to help Ran prop Sevika in a chair. 

“I was gonna take her to Singed,” Ran explains. “but do you know what she said? ‘fuck Singed. i’m not going to Singed.” 

Ran looks at you. “she told me to take her to you, or let her bleed out in the street.” 

you fall to your knees in front of Sevika, and you try to keep your hands from shaking as you inspect her. she’s in bad shape. her mech arm is broken and shimmer leaks out from its wires onto the floor. her shirt is torn and bloody. her face is darkened with bruises and blood, but even in this state you’re confident that whatever she did to the goons that attacked her was ten times worse. 

she stirs awake, half-conscious. grey eyes look up at you in a haze. you wish she hadn’t. you wish she just stayed unconscious. because now that she’s giving you those eyes you can’t even remember why you were angry, you can’t even remember the emotion itself. 

you want to cling to even the memory of being angry at her, just so you don’t fall apart looking at her like this. 

“help me move her to the bed,” you tell Ran, and together you prop Sevika up again and lay her down on your bed. you barely notice the Shimmer staining your clothes, all you can see is the shallow rise and fall of her chest. 

“i can take it from here,” you tell Ran. “thanks.” 

“just…keep her alive.” 

when Ran is gone, you set to work cleaning the wounds. the cuts aren’t as deep as you feared, only one - a gash across her right forearm -  needing stitches. Sevika stirs and groans just as you finish dressing the cuts. she mutters something. you lean in close and hear her whispering your name.

“i gotta tell her…” Sevika trails off. “i gotta tell her i’m sorry.” 

something fails in your heart when you hear this. you smooth her hair out of her eyes and kiss her forehead. 

“i’m right here, you idiot.” 

Sevika’s eyes open and rest on your face. and you’re thinking fuck, fuck. whatever she did or said to hurt you didn’t come close to the sharp pain of seeing her expression relax, her eyes soften with relief. you take her face in your hands, rubbing her cheek with your thumb. 

“i’m sorry, too.”

[fellthemarvelous]

My favorite things that Obi-Wan and Ezra have in common:

Hondo's "best friend"

Maul's obsession

Unique bond with animals

Fond of a Mandalorian named Sa_ine.

Spending ten years in exile before someone comes for them.

Fondness for Ahsoka Tano and Captain Rex

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[red-moon-at-night]

okay the whole vase is great but something about Helen sitting on Aphrodite's lap as she wraps one arm around her shoulder and brushes her leg with her hand, staring into her eyes like that... as she is persuading Helen to go with Paris (while Peitho aka persuasion stands behind them) is so incredibly iconic.

and gay. toxic yuri, if you will.

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) you guys even fuck w/ the flash on here???

[ersatz-colubridae-888]

all evenings close like this

[youchangedmedestiel]

Imo the best ending to Supernatural would have been to just stop with them alive on a random hunt or them finding jobs and living the life they just wanted or whatever.

And then the story just fucking STOP, because Chuck is not here anymore, so they are no longer part of a story they are finally free. And we could still write and read fanfic about how they live after they won.

[madamemiz]

sad: falling out of a hyperfixation

tragic: watching your beloved friends and mutuals fall out of the hyperfixation while you're still in it

[copalcetic]

What strikes me about Rebels isn't that every single crew member on the Ghost has trauma associated with their family of origin. Traumatic backstories are a dime a dozen. What's different about Rebels is that every single crew member finds some measure of catharsis and reconciliation, too.

Hera and her father are at odds because he prioritizes Free Ryloth, while she ran away to join the wider rebellion--but they make up, and learn to work together.

Kanan loses the Jedi to Order 66--but over the course of the show he learns they're not all lost, and that the survivors believe he's worthy of knighthood.

Zeb believes his entire species is gone--but he finds them, and a home world, again.

Sabine is rejected by her family for speaking out against the Empire--and then convinces them to turn against the Empire in the end.

And Ezra may never see his parents in life--but he's able to speak to them one last time, and learn in turn that they were proud of him.

Yeah, it's a show about found family--but it's a show about family of origin, too. One doesn't replace the other; it complements it. And it's the crew working together that helps every one of them reconnect the bonds that are broken.

[yellowvixen]

return of my girlthing :3

bonus little thang

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[scientistredacted]

Gaster's not sure what to say when Alex compliments his voice, just blinking rapidly at her.

He winces slightly when she says he was wanting to go home. He's not. He doesn't want to. The closest he even got to saying that was pointing out that avoiding Asgore was the reason he was here.

He dreads returning to that empty grey house in the city. Dreads being left completely alone with his thoughts again. But he can't say that. He doesn't want her to feel obligated to continue hosting him. It was very generous of her to offer him a place to hide in her home in the first place. He doesn't want to overstay his welcome.

So all he ends up saying to that is, ❝… RIGHT...❞

He also doesn't want to be the reason she's forcing herself to stay up, and he starts to pull away, shaking his head.

❝I DON'T WANT YOU TO KEEP YOURSELF UP ON MY BEHALF, ALEX.❞

Perhaps it's hypocritical of him, but he doesn't want the people he cares about to hurt themselves for him.

❝I AM FEELING BETTER THOUGH, ALEX. I REALLY CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH...❞

A thoughtful hum escaped Alex as she considered his words, and with a lack of filter due to her nearly drifting off, she found herself musing aloud, more to herself than actually to Gaster.

“Shame. You have a nice voice.”

The compliment was delivered with tired, artless grace, but considered she was there practically drifting off to the sound of it, she certainly seemed to think so. Then again, she reasoned, she knew Gaster felt more strained speaking in his secondary font, and she’d never listened to him speak in his normal font for extended periods.

But surely his voice itself wouldn’t change, just the way the words sounded, right? It’d be like listening to music from a language you didn’t speak. You might not understand the words, but you can still appreciate the music itself.

Gaster’s next words had her stirring a little more awake as she let out a quiet hum, though there was a melancholic note to the sound. “You were wanting to go home,” She reminded him, her hand briefly tightening around his. “I mean… back to your home, when all of this is over. If you want something you can keep playing on even when you do…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, letting it drift off, not really wanting to dwell on that eventuality.

A disagreeing noise escaped Alex, and she shook her head slightly. “Mnn-nn. I’m keeping me awake. Not doing a very good job of it, either,” She admitted, though she reluctantly pushed herself up into a more proper sitting position, her arm moving from the hug to rub tiredly at her eyes. “Sorry. I was trying to stay awake. Can’t help much if I’m asleep.”