#and pray that im the exception

[dailytraingirl]

”are you ok”

no i want to know your rules and religion and pray that im the exception

[olliedollie1204]

taps mic. clears throat. remus being the embodiment of the thoughts and fantasies thomas considered "forbidden" means he was, at least for a while, the sole embodiment of thomas' queerness as something to be feared or ashamed of or disgusted by. before any of the other sides could accept this about themselves, before thomas could accept it about himself. remus is the source and the holder of thomas' most unwanted thoughts, which at one point (and while this is technically subtext it is like 1 inch away from being text) included thomas being gay. if we get any dialogue or confirmation of this in the series I will do 1000000 backflips break my neck and pass out on the floor

[aenslem]

THE RAVEN Star Trek: Voyager

[feelo-fick]

miscellaneous au doodles + a VERY self indulgent song lyric comic :D

+ extra evil comic below the cut :

"chil!" "don't look at me like that..."

[skitskatdacat63]

Every time I draw one of my planet ocs, I just feel like some worshiper making art to honor their patron god 🙏🙏 also yes this is very Mucha, so now I am obligated to draw a Luna version of this

[voltttmeter]

different gods of my oc universe 👍 i want to draw full bodies of them eventually but erm… i am lazy

[wizardofmoz]

My Life with Morrissey - 2003

[kiddokori]

guys i caught a mouse at work today

[hexslvt]

being so horny but so sleepy is so hard :((

[introspectivememories]

i've decided that i dont care about max verstappen domination anymore. i am swinging back around to it being funny. by how many seconds will he be in the lead in the next race? 45? a whole minute? maybe every other car on the grid will just break down and then max can do all 50 or whatever laps by himself. ferrari will still find a way to fuck charles over.

[triglycercule]

dust should have one of those mini zen gardens with all the sand and the little rake you use to make patterns but instead of sand its monster dust. specifically dust of people he doesnt like. how calming and tranquil this is as he puts a mini bridge and rocks and tiny tree into the garden filled with what's basically the human equivalent of blood!

[mysecretdsmpblog]

foolish saying he genuinely trusts bad especially after the election announcement is like. oh

like i knew it a little. i knew they bantered but bad still came to help him when he thought he was dying in that hole. bad still takes care of the eggs, bad shows up, etc.

but leo and foolish are literally talking about how good of a person bad is and like. yeah. yeah even though foolish is all 'oh i hate bad he's terrible and a menace' it's clear he really does trust bad. and he's not the only one

it's easy to forget just how many people trust bad implicitly on the qsmp, especially with all the shenanigans he gets up to. but like. oh

[granitxhka]

everything works out for meee

[thebirdandhersong]

you THINK and wholeheartedly believe that love is going to be a good and beautiful thing and then it comes to your door again and you realise love is like a roundhouse kick to the face love is an icy raindrop sliding down your back love is laughter that cuts deeper than any other pain you've known love is a cup of tea you make that someone leaves on a counter which remains untouched until you pour it down the sink love is hearing voices outside the door moving further and further away from you love is memorizing what the beloved's back looks like because you're always the one watching them leave love is nights filled with sadness so delirious and intense you won't let yourself sleep love is standing by a window waiting pacing the room waiting always always waiting for the knock that never comes love is an unsent letter you can't bear to tear up or throw away love is a hopeful cocoon that you break out of desperately reaching for metamorphosis only to find that the only thing there waiting for you beyond the veil is the smallness of yourself love is sitting at the same stupid table peeling oranges for someone who doesn't want them until your hands bleed. you want to believe love can be a good and beautiful thing and you DO believe it for other people, but with every new minor tragedy it gets harder to believe it's possible for you because there's always the sneaking suspicion lingering (post-ex-boyfriend, which........ thanks, buddy) that it's such a burden and a chore and an inconvenience and a sisyphean task and a herculean effort to love you, so why would anyone bother? which you know is a silly thought and an irrational fear rooted in past pain. but reality seems to tell you over and over again that your idea of love being a good and beautiful thing was only ever a dream, and that the girls they chose and love and put an effort towards and are pursuing joyfully and steadily possess a certain irresistible radiant compelling brilliantly burning light that you don't have anymore, or maybe never did. naturally you somehow manage somehow to turn this into something about shame, too, because you believed love was a good and beautiful thing, and that's embarrassing and naive, but then you kept believing it, even though this area of life continues trending towards tragedy. in month nine of unending heartache, there's a part of you that is starting to believe that it will always be this way: that it will never change: that this is where it starts and ends. you in the kitchen peeling oranges. putting on a brave face because your darn pride would rather have you die than allow people to notice you're in this specific pain, trying to distinguish between your agony and your self-pity, futilely wishing all the while you could burn down the dream that refuses to die

[zanderbobs]

Off back to my old sixth form to talk to the history students about post-college options and careers, which is so fucking funny because I don't even know what I want to do as a career

[3416]

He’s not sexy, he’s just rich

who anon WHO