#I MISS HIM.

[takomakiii]

THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR

HEAVY IS THE CROWN

[iirlshinjii]

Gojo swears nothing makes his heart beat faster than being around you.

After his best friend died, he lost hope. Breath cutting short. All hope leaving eyes.

Restless sleep, filled with twisting and turning. But not once did he ever cry. But once he met you, you quite literally sparked hope, love, and happiness once he met you.

You made his blood rush, top to bottom (not sexual :1). He felt complete, he even shed a few tears. He truly loved you...so what he would do is cling. Cling so tight, the air could quite escape from your mouth.

All because he was afraid. Afraid of losing you.

He may seem very cocky but all of its a facade, he's a pathetic lovesick attention whore.

One touch from you can break his mind.

So, in conclusion, You and only You can reveal the real Satoru Gojo.

[z3phyr4s]

happy birthday, techno.

[sam-reid]

A sacrifice is made when the Dark Gift is shared. You can't read my mind anymore?

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.02: AFTER THE PHANTOMS OF YOUR FORMER SELF.

[ckswitch]

Sigh.

I miss him

[peachyvillian]

i miss my wife. ..wife? Wife. Wife. come back.

[nylongenesis]

Here’s the thing about Timothy stoker

here it is the tim post

People who say tim is an asshole are partially correct.

People who say tim is ‘toxic’ are INCORRECT.

I am very strongly about this because. listen to me. okay.

SPOILERS UP TO TMA SEASON 3 AHEAD

Imagine BEING timothy stoker. After whats probaboy the secondmost traumatizing experience of your life in which you almost die if not by the worms then by the MEDICAL EMERGENCY (respiratory acidosis is a medical emergency :3) your body was put into- plagued with nightmares and the pain of your body being covered in holes and your medical issues, you come back to the archives expecting to see your best friend, That will make it all better. It’ll be so worth it once you can see her again.

And then she acts so distant. And you dont know why.

And you have just lost your friendship. The one that’s kept you going this whole time. The one you were starting to believe might have been unbreakable. And you Don’t. Know. Why.

Eventually after many failed attempts to reconnect, you resign yourself to the fact that she just got tired of you. That you were right this whole time. That she just pitied you. You still don’t know what you did wrong and it’s eating you alive, but she won’t tell you, so you have to settle with pretending to be glad that she’s at least alive, All while your boss is literally going insane and STALKING YOU???

Only to find out after a YEAR of believing you were just unlovable that this person? The person youve been trying to ‘reconnect’ with? That isnt your best friend, Your best friend dies and you never noticed. How could you not notice? But when you see the real picture of her she feels like a stranger and you realize you have no fucking escape from your horrible, unforgivable sin of forgetting your friend. Because no matter what you do, trying to look back at your memories, that *thing* is there instead. You can’t even enjoy your memories before she died.

So you sit there, alone and afraid. Angry, grieving, everything else. What are you supposed to do but make the thing that has haunted you since the disappearance of your Brother feel the kind of pain it is making you feel?

Tim isn’t toxic. Hell I wouldn’t even say he’s that much of an asshole.

He’s a hurt child.

Mentally, especially in season three, he’s having the equivalent of a child’s breakdown. The kind they have when they don’t know how to express the emotions they’re feeling. These emotions- this grief, this anger, this pain- it’s so big, it’s so much, and he feels so small, so incapable and weak, and he cannot properly handle it. He cannot cope. Especially since he’s still somewhat trapped in who he was when his brother was taken.

Now im not saying the way he went about this is at all great, but yknow. Everyone forgives reactions to trauma until they’re personally inconvenient or ugly.

Tim lost everything, and honestly i would be pretty damn similar if I was in his position! That’s DEVASTATING.

In the end, there’s such a horrible tragedy to his entire character that goes almost entirely unnoticed unless you’re like me and you’re insane and overanalyze someone based on one word in an extra audio thats not in the podcast.

Anyways, that’s why I love Tim.

[sxtystrs]

bingus

[ocreatus]

fellas, what would happen if i posted ONE orville doodle?

[rainydaysie]

Anders from memory sketch :0

[napsaps-archive]

the return of dream minecraft will be awesome and legendary and i will cry tears of joy i hope to see you all there

[autisticlalna]

navigator

[twomystdunstans]

I always forget malevolent exists until its near the end/beginning of the month and something activates in me like a sleeper agent and im like WHWRE IS JOHN. WHERE IS HE. 👿👿👿👿👿

[spextkrr]

masculine urge to rewatch insidious

[syn4k]

Gem squinted down at the figure lying facedown on the grass. "Hm. Yeah. I don't think that's normal or very good."

"Do you know who this guy is, or," asked Sparrow, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses since she was outside. "Because I have no idea who they are."

"Oh, yeah, I know him," said Gem cheerfully. "Not sure why he's doing this, though." She walked over to the figure and nudged him with her foot. "Hello? Are you awake?"

The figure did not move nor respond.

Gem crouched down, nose scrunched. "How long has he been here?"

"No idea," said Sparrow. "I just found him here 15 minutes ago. I think it's been a minute, though. Is that vine growing over his leg?"

"Oh, it is," said Gem, sounding suddenly marginally more concerned. "Well this isn't good. I wonder if I can ask Scott or Oli to help."

"I heard my name," said a voice immediately. "Hi Gem."

"Hi Oli," said Gem. "Didn't see you there."

"Most people don't," said the voice. Sparrow tried and failed to see the source of the voice, but could not, since they were silent, as was Gem. "Why is Pix dead?"

"I don't think he's dead," said Gem, checking his wrist for a pulse and standing up again without comment. "Just really, really asleep."

"Wait, are you Sparrow?" asked Oli. (At least, Sparrow assumed this was Oli anyways.)

"Yep."

"You're the warden guy!" Oli said triumphantly. "You can't see people if they're not making noises, right?"

"That is true," said Sparrow with a nod. "I also picked up these sick shades because light is way too bright for me otherwise."

"Wait, Sparrow," said Gem, turning to them. "If you can't see people if they're not making sound, then how did you know there was someone here?"

"Oh, uh," said Sparrow, who in all honestly had 1. not thought that far into its explanation and 2. tripped right over the body. "A bird landed on him and I could tell because it looked to me like it was floating above the ground."

Meanwhile, Oli had walked over to where Sparrow assumed Pixl's ear was and was poking various areas of his face. "Hello?" he said as he went. "Pix? Earth to Pixlriffs? It's Oli, your favorite bard. You went to my funeral. Remember me? Guys," he said, turning back to the two without skipping a beat, "I think he's dead."

"Went to your... funeral?" asked Sparrow.

"Yeah, I faked my death and then left with my son," said Oli.

"You have a kid?"

"I don't think he's dead," said Gem thoughtfully. "His body would have decomposed by now. Also, he'd smell a lot worse."

"That'd be a feat," grumbled Sparrow.

"He's got to have so many bug bites," said Oli in awe.

"Yep, which is why I wanted to talk to Scott to try and move him," said Gem.

"Are you sure you want Scott?" asked Oli. "He'd probably like, try to kiss him or something."

"I'm going to be there to make sure we don't get a Sleeping Beauty situation," said Gem confidently, her hands on their hips. "He's scared of me, and for good reason. We'll be fine."

"Okay," said Oli, walking back over to the body. "Wait. I need to try something." He took a deep breath, then, directly into Pixl's ear, voice breaking from the volume: "PIXLRIFFS!"

"Ow," hissed Sparrow, hands flying to his ears. "Dude, I'm a Warden. You have to warn me first."

"Sorry," said Oli.

"Ow," grumbled the figure facedown in the grass, hand reaching up to scratch its ear. "You could have at least given me a countdown first, Oli. Why am I on the ground?"

"Hi, Pix," said Gem cheerfully. "Good to see you! You've been passed out on the ground and bitten by so many bugs for the past four months."

Pix looked up, his glasses literally stuck to his forehead. "What?"

[sharkface-daydreams]

happy fuck the freelancers Friday AND flamethrower Friday <3