#I HATE TAKING MY MEDS

[jellyshark-jester]

I want my legs broken and not in the good way

[harryhandstan]

treating myself to a strawberry frosty because I took my meds 😊🍓

[ramdotnet]

You cant tell me what to do

you heard him

[calebsrottingcorpse]

Collector redraw with Kid Belos 🙏

[everestentertainments]

“Can’t believe Orion Pax took a bullet for a dictator” guys he didn’t do it on purpose 😭😭😭 he jumped in front of D-16 and fully expected him not to shoot. It was just bad timing.

Orion Pax would not purposely take a bullet for a dictator but he WILL fight his friend over how best and when to kill a dictator. It’s not that he didn’t want Sentinel to face consequences, it’s just that he thought his friend was making a rash, bad decision, and Sentinel’s fate got caught in the crossfire.

[freyaswolf]

[braxix]

Elrond: I have a migraine.

Galadriel: Ibuprofen's in the bathroom cabinet.

Elrond: I'd rather suffer. Wake me up in two days. Peace.

[naamahdarling]

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[allastoredeer]

Every day I see another post saying that Alastor wouldn’t bottom because he’s too obsessed with control, and every day I want to break the internet over my knee.

[uncanny-tranny]

One thing that always bothered me in high school (and still does, years after!) was touring a college and the tour guides went, "as a college freshman, you'll probably be susceptible to the Freshman Fifteen, so be careful!" as my tour group passed the college's gym complex (it was actually a pretty impressive gym, though, but that's beside the point).

Like, that just bothers me because... I wonder what is so different between American high school and American college that might contribute to weight gain (sarcasm intended)! Even taking 101 classes is very different from the classes you might take in high school, I don't think it's fair to hold your body to the standards you had in high school.

Absolutely, I think it's important to prioritize health for your body, but weight gain associated with major lifestyle changes are normal and why I remember this so clearly is because the threat of weight gain was treated as something that ought to scare us straight. If you gain weight in college, there's a reason why, and it isn't a horrific ordeal that you ought to feel ashamed of.

[p4nd0rus]

I’m begging someone

Anyone

Please make Scottish miku

But not modern Scottish people with the puffer jackets down in Edinburgh and Glasgow

The traditional Scots you find in the furthest reaches of Orkney and Shetland

The genuine kindness of the people of Arran

Show them the rolling hills of my country

Show them the highland dress that thousands try to replicate

Please someone I’m begging you Scottish Miku

[sentientsky]

When she first Fell, the sky had been all embers, all vicious touch. They’d felt nothing but the bite of flames and gore and the sulphuric acid of a mother’s love turned corrosive. Crowley had burned—heavenly bone, muscle, flesh, the chemical antiseptic of the ether stripping away to bare nerve tissue.

In the eternities since, they’d held their breath, kept herself small. They’d learned to amputate the desire that settled in the tips of her fingertips and in the scarlet ends of their hair. She—alone, ever alone—had dragged herself from the brimstone and out of the bonfire. She’d taught herself to exist in the jaws of an unmuzzled universe, under stars that no longer called their name. Now the sky is blue, and the bookshop burns. The bookshop burns and Crowley’s heart is in her throat, eating its way out of their body. The bookshop burns and yet their angel must be fine. (He has to be fine because the world still spins on its axis and the sea hasn’t swallowed her whole. And if breath still lives in her body, and the universe has yet to collapse in on itself, then their angel has to be fine). But something coils deep in her belly: an oil-slick, a poisonous berry. They bite their lip a brackish silver, the taste of ichor rotten in her mouth.

As though in a trance, she presses forward, and the frantic thrash of panic in her chest forces the double doors wide without so much as a thought. The interior of the shop is all orange-red teeth and flaming claws, tearing into bookshelves and loveseats and oh. Oh, the two of them had just been sitting there not three days ago. (Crowley had tried so hard to stay on her side of the room, to keep her fingertips from brushing the edge of Aziraphale’s as they passed silver-stemmed goblets between them. Skin to skin, breath to body—the indirect touch of their mouths. The passive desperation of six thousand years of want left fermenting under their skin).  

They call for him, heat searing her lungs. It comes out ragged and desperate and too late (always too late). 

Heat knifes clean through her now—a gutting sensation, a disembowelment in the middle of an already-burning funeral pyre. For as long as they had been on Earth together, she’d always been able to sense their angel from anywhere in the world—a steady, beating heart of a presence. An inevitable gravity that wrapped itself around her arms and tugged her forward. It had been axiomatic, a fundamental truth of how the universe functioned: a hand extended always finds purchase. A heart in motion remains in motion. 

So, in a room choked with smoke and two hundred years of memories, she reaches out, expanding the edges of her consciousness, pressing her mind into the outer reaches of the bookshop and Soho and the whole, cluttered universe. She searches for a pulse. And then something within her is breaking. Something is shaking apart in the depths of Crowley’s being—a star turned supernova turned withering, all-consuming black hole. No heartbeat, no flickering warmth, no pull in the periphery of her awareness. The corpse of gravity turns to dust in the corner of the room. 

And she knows—knows with the unflinching inevitability of too many questions, of an ink-winged angel falling from grace—that Aziraphale is gone. Outside, the sky remains blue. The world stays upright. And the bookshop still burns.

(thank u to the incredibly talented @actual-changeling for helping me fix the first part of the fourth paragraph)

[blueheartedwolf]

Y’all I’m completely flat broke and need cat litter, cat food, and groceries. My phone bill is due on the 7th. I had to call out of work yesterday because of nerve pain and now I only work two days this week and need to pay rent too. I really can’t do this shit anymore I’ve been trying so hard to get by without help bc I never feel like I deserve it but I can’t take it anymore. My friends and partners can only offer moral support bc we’re all fucking poor.

I really don’t know what to say. I know so many of us are struggling and it makes me so mad that ANYONE has to beg online or out on the street just to survive. I’m so angry all the time that community aid is seen as a last resort. It should be easy to find help and support in the people around you and it’s not and it’s bullshit. So few people care.

I don’t have a dollar amount I’m asking for, the number would be so high and I don’t care if I get all I need I just need SOMETHING. Anything to feed myself and take care of my cat.

Please.

[graveyarrdshift]

good morning sluts in my phone

[nerdgirlnarrates]

Lame opinion I guess, but I lose a little respect for people who use chat GPT for assignments. I don’t get why people wanna avoid learning so badly.

[burning-sol]

i didnt expect to be making a ref but suddenly i was drawing and the things were happening and- anyways, long story short i dunno if this is a GOOD ref but i just drew it spontaneously and its probably more accurate than the old ref SO... YEAH..... transparent ver under the cut.