#and? my mommy. miss her!

[fagrackham]

i need to be sitting in my backyard in SHORTS with an aperol spritz a charcuterie board and a joint. and the east coast sunset.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton let his FNAF trauma slip again…

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

Listen, I love Jennifer Jareau, but she 100% has at least 3 different objects in her house that say ‘Live, Laugh, Love,’ and a mug that says something along the lines of ‘You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy Prosecco.’

[cupophrogs]

Please tell me Drew has given CatNap the finger, or some other sort of insult. (That might've almost ended in death.) Shame the last thing he sees won't be Drew's fabulous Minecraft Creeper (Aw man.) boxers. Ú-Ù

Absolutely.

“I think I took a few years off my life, I laughed so hard! Ah… stuff’s funny as hell, I’ll tell you what.”

[prettyboyjohnny]

nancy art dump + patsy cline headcanon

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[morrigan-sims]

Odynia Adrasteia Erinys

Aasimar Paladin (Oath of Vengeance), follower of Nemesis

My Friday group is switching campaigns again, and I wanted to revisit the idea of an aasimar oath of vengeance paladin. And since this campaign is very heavily Greek myth-inspired, Nemesis had to be involved, of course.

I know almost nothing about her, but I'm so very excited to figure out more.

[cream-and-tea]

heyyy don’t mean to bother you but did you know that um. You, now - the ones listening to my idling progress from back home in Glottage - you’re telling yourselves; Val cannot possibly be growing angry over something like this. How dare she? The hypocrite. How can this thing, this monster, this battle-saint, possibly find any kind of righteous anger in her twisted and repurposed heart for the lives of the fallen foe? How does our terrible Val think she can justify any kind of anger at the sight of the flattened and buried corpses of enemy civilians and enemy children, when we’ve already been listening to her murder police officers, soldiers and townsfolk single-handedly in turn? How can she be furious when we’ve heard her butcher her way through the little old ladies of the CLS in the hopeless effort to murder her own faraway mother? (Mockingly) See? You can be sacred and yet self-aware. Yes, I am culpable. I am dreadful. I have been responsible for great atrocities and I will commit a great many more before I’m done. And still - I am growing furious, as I walk through the devastation of this town. Because the wound of Sutler’s Weald is not like any wound I would make. It’s clumsy, it’s crude. It’s thoughtless. I begin to tell myself, as I walk - I wouldn’t have murdered them like this. I would have been kinder. I would have killed them quickly or gracefully, and there would have been beauty and strangeness in the manner of it. And even that’s all deception, even if I had been cruel and slow and lingering in the massacre of these innocent people, upon my whim - I would at least have looked them in the eyes, and I would have borne the weight of my cruelty. If they’d asked me to, I could have killed this town beautifully. And I’d have borne witness to the horror, and I’d have rejoiced in it - and it would have been considerably less vile and ugly than this. The ones back home, the ones who are listening in, I don’t think they know what they’ve done here. The line of connection between the victim and the victimiser, the sacrifice and the god - it’s long, and tangled, and indistinct. A god should not be able to avert her eyes. What a terrible thing it must be, to be monstrous and not even know it. And even if all of this is lies, even if I am just as bad and just as careless as the people back home who did this to Sutler’s Weald… …well, then, let me hate them, pure and simply, for being just as bad as me, because people - -people should be kinder than the gods that eat them. The town square is largely intact. A few burning cars, a single shrine and statue to some goddess of victory, her snapped-off arm raised in imagined triumph. I sit down upon the pavement in the ruined heart of the town, and I tell the dead people of Sutler’s Weald beautiful lies. I tell them that they survived, in their hundreds - miraculously and inexplicably, dodging the bombs. Not a single victim, not one death. An act of divine mercy. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that they were buried properly, according to whatever rites or customs they happen to cherish. When that doesn’t work, I try and turn them into my mother again, in the hopes of making the dead people hateful to me. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that I’m sorry. I tell them I wish they still had ears to become all the wondrous imaginings I had in store for them. I tell them… …that all things considered, they deserved a better avenging and foreign god, a better tormentor, a better oblivion, than the one that was forced upon them. (With cold fury) I tell them- I will find a way to give them something better.

[slashthrashandcrash]

Okay but...why is Ramona taking Danny's records so cute???????? 😭

Danny used his play his records whenever he had Ramona for custody so you bet your ass she stole all of them when she was a teenager so she could relive those moments together

and also because they're so cool and vintage (and it hurts Danny's heart every time she says that)

[atopvisenyashill]

i am thinking about an au where aegon approaches rhaenyra at laenor’s funeral and is like “hey we should get married because i’ve been obsessing and i think it’s the only way we can avoid a succession crisis” and rhaenyra agrees and spends the next several years mommying the FUCK out of aegon, has him crown her when viserys dies, then shows up to the first small council meeting with her boy toy husband and is like “actually otto, lannisters, get FUCKED” and chases them out

[foxublanketfort]

the first one was actually drawn in 2022 ;o;

basically me just trying to share my oc's lore since ya'll loved the first two drawings i did ❤️

also im very sorry for my anatomy, its a been rough few weeks ;u;

[starscelly]

i wanna freak you out ‘cause i’m a freaky fucking girl

or, flying stars roope hanging out in a skirt

[lunar-years]

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[genghisthebrain]

have decided that wednesday shares the canon mummy issues experience of feeling love towards middle aged females who express any interest or pride in you whatsoever

[ianthewife]

will be able to listen to silt verses finale only next week……… man im so fucking scared, im not lying when i say that ive been seriously considering going to church to light a candle for carpenter’s health but she would not like that so not doing that……. tbh right now im kinda feeling like literally everyone is dying i pray to god im wrong but iiiiiiiii don’t knoooowwww

[itsalwaysdark]

okie now its my bedtime loves us all and ummm 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 why when i do 💚 is one of the sugested emojis oh now were pretending it wasnt... it was 🤔.. why are you questioning my love. very sad stuff

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

Genuinely not even lying when I say I just cried over the idea of Tim getting ill and having another fever dream about his mum.

Except this time he ends up rambling to Bruce about missing him mum and how he doesn’t thing about her as often and that’s bad right? That’s bad? And he hadn’t seen her for a while before bc of boarding school. That always hurt. She sent letter but it just wasn’t the same you know? And he just misses his mum. It’s been so long. Dads dead, there was lots of blood. They where probably gonna get a divorce and she be home more right? He just misses his mom. Bruce why’d he crying can he make this stop. He hasn’t thought about this in a while. Make it stop. He just misses his mum and she’d always make it better when he’s sick. She was nice. Why isn’t she here?

Anyway I was trying to sleep but instead started crying. Losing my mum is my worst fear and fanfics before bed were a bad idea