#and weeell

[ezra-trait]

belated germVALENTINE. adore him

[itslilacokay]

days old art ft green's channel

[fallen-kingdoms-crk]

To pitiful vanilla :

How did you end up like this ? Is it cause of dark enchantress or something else ?

"Dark Enchantress...? I've... I've not heard of a Dark Enchantress cookie before..."

"As for what happened to me..."

"Well... whenever my kingdom fell to the forest below, I... I tried to keep everything together but something, um... upset me quite a bit... and my staff-- er... my friend here, 'offered' me 'help' and I... accepted. They 'saved' the remaining civilians from their demises..."

[He looks away slightly, something about how he worded it sounded... forced. Anxious, almost?]

"I... pity those who couldn't get away."

[rataticaisdreaming]

trapped in the void 🌠

[insomniphic]

Just a little doodle

(Inspired by @beartitled’s long post about the Pathetics!)

[bezzplaining]

((just ignore this post 🤫))

[caramellles]

the day we've been waiting for.

[msue0027]

Martha Jones - Jesus Christ parallels (never thought i'd write a sentence like this)

there's the other one who has sent me

For I did not speak on my own, but the Father who sent me commanded me to say all that I have spoken. I know that his command leads to eternal life. So whatever I say is just what the Father has told me to say. (John 12:49-50)

Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. (John 5:24)

I judge only as I hear, and my judgment is just, for I seek not to please myself but him who sent me. (John 5:30b)

I have much to say in judgment of you. But he who sent me is trustworthy, and what I have heard from him I tell the world. They did not understand that he was telling them about his Father. So Jesus said, “When you have lifted up the Son of Man, then you will know that I am he and that I do nothing on my own but speak just what the Father has taught me. The one who sent me is with me; he has not left me alone, for I always do what pleases him. (John 8:26-29)

[...] for I have come here from God. I have not come on my own; God sent me. (John 8:42b)

etc., and so on...

[losjavis]

los javis en dr españa 4x02

[seafoam-taide]

You know I thought for awhile that I was just a rare type of person who sure, liked people well enough but was okay being alone didn't necessarily need anyone and NO. NO. NO. OH MY GOD . YOU GIANT DUMBASS. NO HAHAHA NOOO NOPE

[onopoeia]

me : time to wind down *shuts computer off*

also me : IS THAT MY SON ??? THEY ARE BACK FROM WAR ????

[kanene-yaaay]

KANENE I MISSED YOUUU HUAAAGHH I HATE IT HERE IN HIGHSCHOOL

!!! Heyaaaa!!!

HIGHSCHOOL? BITE THEM BITE THEM BITE THEM

[sillysadduck]

I SAW SOMEONE ON TIKTOK THAT HAD A MUG WITH A PICTURE OF BALD YELLOW AND I SWEAR I NEED THAT RIGHT NOW.

[convxction]

short starter | @lunarcry [Emu-chan!]

Pats her head, "Working hard, Otori-chan?"

[runelocked]

SCARED OF HER? SCARED OF HER? The broken remnants ( hah ) of William’s pride flare, grate against each other like bone. How dare she — how dare she — he is not scared of a child, a child he has killed, what’s more — he has long surpassed the ability to fear anything, and—

Except this place is different. In this place, he is human: startlingly, starkly so. There is no remnant, there is no axe or suit or smiling mask to hide behind. There is only him, and his body, and the animatronics that destroy him, and her. Cassidy.

And he’s gotten under her skin, hasn’t he? That twitch in her eye, the vicious anger she faces him with. Revenge, justice, call it whatever she likes — William knows, KNOWS, he still has some of his old scare factor. Tries to utilise it, clinging to scraps of power as if he’s a drowning man at sea.

“You think this is frightening, I’m sure,” he acknowledges, raspy, taunting, refusing to look at her, just to prove his fearlessness— “Big scary animatronics, a powerless death. All ringing close to home, Cass? Dear me. And here I thought this was all centred around me. This is YOUR idea of hell, isn’t it?— Projected onto me. This—”

Whatever his words, they fall short of the sheer terror in his flinch when Cassidy appears closer to him, and they are nothing compared to the hunted look in his eyes the second before she takes them. Agony is nothing new to him — hadn’t the last decades of his life been spent in nothing but? — but this kind of pain is new, raw, unending. William howls: a dog with no bone, and is almost sickeningly relieved when the same hand sliced through his throat. A puppet with its strings cut, he drops, clasping futilely at the gash in his throat like a child trying to hold back the tide. Always so frightened to die, even after all this time. Does not sob, not yet, though the noises he makes come close to it, as life fades from his form. A temporary relief — so temporary, so fleeting, he almost does cry when he’s brought back. One pale, trembling hand wraps over his eyes, both to reassure they’re still there and to hide his view of the creature tormenting him. No smart words, no clever sneer. He cannot bear to look.

CONTINUED. / @curseofbreadbear