#HELLO?? HELLO???

[bakudekublogblog]

ever think about how both ochako and katsuki carry around all might merch that reminds them of izuku because they both have romantic feelings for him

[rassvetsky]

Drunk bob gets the very obvious rosy glow and vehemently declares to everyone that he’s not drunk

you. you have awakened the need of dropkicking bob in me. so i decided to elaborate a tiny bit in my half-asleep state! absolute light of my life ilysm

You should've seen it. 

Actually, you know what? There's no way this could be on you. Because everyone was well aware that Robert just can't hold his liquor, and you were pretty sure that those glasses of G&T didn't magically find its way into Bob's hands. Jake and Javy might take pride in their not-a-feeling-behind-these-eyes expressions but the shit-eating grin on their lips told you exactly what you needed to know. 

But you couldn't blame them if you tried. While sober Bob, the pretty wallflower who only speaks when spoken to —or when someone disrespects a woman, he's cool like that— is fun enough to be around; drunk Bob is a whole other experience. Drunk Bob is a state of mind, if you think about it. There's only so much you can experience in this world, and witnessing drunk Bob is one of the experiences in which—

"Who?! WHO?!" 

Drunk Bob is also pretty loud, yeah. 

"You, dude. You. You're drunk as hell." 

"What? That's such bullshit." he slurred, somehow a bit hyper, and if that wasn't a clear enough indicator of his mental state, the rosy glow on his cheeks definitely gave it all away. "The audacity! Accusing me of— wow. Just wow, Mickey. And I thought you and I were friends or somethin'." 

"We are friends—" 

"Only a true friend would be that truly honest!" 

"Did you just quote Shrek? That makes no sense—" 

But Robert ignored his protest, deciding instead to take a seat somewhere —which in this case happened to be right between you and Natasha, on the already not-so-spacious couch— with his arms folded across his chest and an absolutely adorable pout on his lips. 

He looked so cute, you wanted to smack him across the face with a tray. Natasha didn't seem to like him all that much at that moment, though. 

Out of instinct or whatever the hell that was, you reached out to squish his cheeks together with your hand while he was staring at a small crack on the wall— wondering if that should be a concern. Why would a wall crack by itself, anyway? He melted right against your palm nevertheless, a huff leaving his lips before he lowered himself a bit to be able to rest his head against your shoulder. "Aw, did Fanboy upset you, baby?" 

"I'm not drunk." 

"Yes you are," you chuckled, wrapping both of your arms around him this time when he shrugged and pouted a bit more. "Look at you. All rosy."

"You're rosy, shut up." he shook his head to both sides, half-heartedly trying to peel your arms off of him but pulling them close whenever he felt like you were going to actually pull away. "You're all really, really stupid. Just throwin' accusations around. And I'm even stupider because I love you all so much."

[swiftcast-selene]

Day 18: Snow

"hang on tight. maybe when we get back to town, we can find you a fairy-sized coat." <over my dead body!>

[blighted-lights]

sometimes people say things on the internet that you really just gotta ignore and keep scrolling past or you will get 50 mental damage. many such cases.

[constellraetion]

identifying with space is cool, its the very concept of this vast and unfathomable largeness that is so great and wide that we named it after a word that is somewhat synonymous with emptiness, where any two objects that are relatively close together are in reality hundreds of thousands of miles apart.

we can look up at the sky from the ground and trace lines between stars that will never meet. there are planets out there just floating alone in the darkness.

its about loneliness, its about being able to see a light in the distance and know you'll never reach it, its about being surrounded by everything and nothing at the same time, its about wishing you were a celestial body so great and massive that nothing could ever hurt you because you're too large to care about anything since the end will come millions or billions of years in the future and when that end eventually arrives your death will be a beautiful cataclysm.

its about wishing you could bridge the gap between trillions of miles of empty nothingness to find a connection, its about crying out into the night hoping someone, anyone will answer, its about being a light that shines for everyone and no one, its about wanting to be seen but even when you are you'll never know how much you're loved and appreciated,

is anybody out there?? is this anything? am I anything even if I cant hear anyone?

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

oh fuck yes new tileset has Optional Field Boss Angst

(i don't mean the cringelord from steel path)

(Stalker and all his stalkerlings Wish they could hit me this hard with feelings this easily holy shit)

[thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra]

wdym there are fucking unironic osama bin laden stans now

[hellishqueer]

we ask that the defense not say "me when i lie" while the witness testifies

[aquariumpacific]

How we weigh an octopus!

[wintercorrybriea]

hello kitty x algae

[wolfythewitch]

She said to me child I’m afraid for your soul

[paradoxolotl]

[the-golden-dragoness]

I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after

[guillotin3d]

[dragonpyre]

Au where Jason is under the impression Talia told Bruce Jason was alive and just moves back to Gotham to get back to the life he missed. GED, college, part time job, etc. Runs into one of the bats at a coffee shop one day and is confused why they just fainted