#babe PLEASE be so for real

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

Every time I start to think I can love Sarah Cameron she goes and does some stupid shit and I remember why I can’t like her no matter how hard I try

[offjumpoladulkittiporn]

NOT OFF ACCIDENTALLY SPOILING THAT THERE WILL BE A NEW OFFGUN SERIES ANNOUNCED ON NOVEMBER 26TH OMG!!! BLESS HIM & HIS BIG MOUTH 💚🫶

[gunsatthaphan]

#subscribe to their mukbang channel (or maybe don't..)

[grimoireguardian]

river song saying « an archaeologist /is/just a thief! » in dr who was soooo real of her like yeah absolutely

[lunarbun-ships]

my f/o type is just depressed old men now chdudjfj

thinking abt them both

[cerealbishh]

"We're in the exact same place we were before..."

"We are in such a different place. We're communicating, we're- we're listening to each other... We're gonna figure it out, together."

[madscientistenthusiast]

GUYS GUYS HEAR ME OUT, haters to lovers Backstage Crew Sokka x Actor Zuko, because as we all know, Crew and Actors are natural enemies

[lynxfrost13]

I feel like there’s hands trapped in my chest clawing to get out but that’s okay! We stay silly!

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 10 Quote highlights:

The soft voice was deceptive—Aedion had learned that these weeks. Perhaps a weapon in its own right, to make people believe him gentle-hearted and weak. To mask the sharp mind and sharper instincts behind it.

As if these troops weren't for their queen, hadn't come for Aelin when she'd called. As if the Bane served anyone else.

Ren blew out a breath toward the tent's high ceiling. A large space, but unadorned. They hadn't time or resources to furnish it into a proper war tent, setting up only a cot, a few braziers, and this table, along with a copper tub behind a curtain in the rear. As soon as this meeting was over, he'd find someone to fill it for him.

Had Aelin been here, she might have heated it within a heartbeat. He shut out the tightness in his chest. Had Aelin been here, one breath from her and the five thousand troops they'd exhausted themselves killing today would have been ash on the wind

None of the lords around him had questioned where their queen was. Why she hadn't been on the field today. Perhaps they hadn't dared.

Aedion stopped long enough to greet those men, to ofter a hand on the shoulder or a word of reassurance. Some would last the night. Many wouldn't. He halted at other fires as well. To commend the fighting done, whether the soldiers hailed from Terrasen or the Wastes or Wendlyn. At a few of them, he even shared in their ales or meals. Rhoe had taught him that—the art of making his men want to follow him, die for him. But more than that, seeing them as men, as people with families and friends, who had as much to risk as he did in fighting here. It was no burden, despite the exhaustion creeping over him, to thank them for their courage, their swords. But it did take time. The sun had fully set, the muddy camp cast in deep shadows amid the fires, by the time he neared Kyllian's tent.

"Aedion."

He'd know that voice if he were blind.

Lysandra stepped from behind a tent, her face clean despite her muddy clothes.

He halted, finally feeling the weight of the dirt and gore on himself. "What."

"Is this some attempt to reenter my good graces?" He was too tired, too weary, to bother beating around the truth.

Her emerald eyes went as cold as the winter night around them. "I don't give a damn about your good graces. I care about this army being worn down with unnecessary movements."

She'd been in some small, unnoticed form. Precisely why so many kingdoms and courts had hunted down and killed any shifters. Unparalleled spies and assassins.

She crossed her arms. "If you don't want me sitting in on your war councils, then say so." He took in her face, her stiff posture. Exhaustion lay heavy on her, her golden skin pale and eyes haunted. He didn't know where she was staying in this camp. If she even had a tent. Guilt gnawed on him for a heartbeat.

"When, exactly, will our queen make her grand return?"

Her mouth tightened. "Tonight, if you think it wise."

"To miss the battle and only appear to bask in the glory of victory? I doubt the troops would find that heartening."

"Then tell me where, and when, and I'll do it."

"Just as you blindly obeyed our queen, you'll now obey me?"

"I obey no man," she snarled. "But I'm not fool enough to believe I know more about armies and soldiers than you do. My pride is not so easily bruised."

Aedion took a step forward. "And mine is?"

"What I did, I did for her, and for this kingdom. Look at these men, your men-look at the allies we've gathered and tell me that if they knew the truth, they would be so eager to fight."

"The Bane fought when we believed her dead. It would be no different."

"It might be for our allies. For the people of Terrasen." She didn't back down for a moment. "Go ahead and punish me for the rest of your life. For a thousand years, if you wind up Settling."

With Gavriel for his father, he might very well. He tried not to dwell on the possibility. He'd barely interacted with the Fae royals or their soldiers beyond what was necessary. And they mostly kept to themselves. Yet they did not sneer at him for his demi-Fae status; didn't really seem to care what blood flowed in his veins so long as he kept them alive.

"We have enough enemies as it is," Lysandra went on. "But if you truly wish to make me one of them as well, that's fine. I don't regret what 1 did, nor will I ever."

"Fine," was all he could think to say.

She shrewdly looked him over. As if weighing the man within. "It was real, Aedion," she said. "All of it. I don't care if you believe me or not. But it was real for me."

He couldn't bear to hear it. "I have a meeting," he lied, and stepped around her. "Go slither off somewhere else."

Hurt flashed in her eyes, quickly hidden. He was the worst sort of bastard for it.

She was a stupid fool. A stupid fool, to have said anything, and to now feel something in her chest crumpling. She had enough dignity left not to beg. To not watch Aedion go into Kyllian's tent and wonder if it was for a meeting, or because he was seeking to remind himself of life after so much killing today. To not give one inch of space to the burning in her eyes. Lysandra made her way toward the comfortable tent Sol of Suria had given her near his. A kind, sharply clever man—who had no interest in women. The younger brother, Ravi, had eyed her, as all men did. But he'd kept a respectful distance, and had talked to her, not her chest, so she liked him, too. Didn't mind having a tent in their midst. An honor, actually. She'd gone from having to crawl into the beds of lords, doing whatever they asked of her with a smile, to fighting beside them. And she was now a lady herself. One whom both the Lords of Suria and the Lord of Allsbrook recognized, despite Darrow spitting on it. It might have filled her with gladness had battle not worn her out so completely that the walk back to the tent seemed endless. Had the general-prince not filleted her spirit so thoroughly. Every step was an effort, the mud sucking at her boots.

[landinrris]

convinced that the people who say lando shouldn't go out and literally just bop around and party with friends aren't actually old enough to be let into a bar/club

[tshifty]

lol "nobody wants to see a 3 hour concert" so true!! yall should sell your tickets!! absolutely no reason to sit through that at all and especially not if you have floor seats I can absolutely help you avoid such a terrible situation I will take that off your hands

[demure-barbie]

Hi.

I'm working 40+ hours a week to make ends meet on my own, my rent is due, student loans, living expenses, holidays, etc. I'm doing the absolute best I can to provide for myself and to avoid asking for help on websites or from strangers in the future.

A lot is due at once for me right now. Rent, a small loan with high payments, and student loan all coming out of one paycheck. I have next to nothing remaining for the next two weeks for myself to get by and just live without doing anything extra. I could really use a guardian angel right now or just any sort of miracle. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm begging, it's embarrassing and not ideal for me. I understand most people won't want to help or can't. But I'm just sharing for the small chance that there is a god or someone who cares enough out there to really help me.

I can send a live selfie on Snapchat to prove I'm a real person, I can share a screenshot of my bank balance, bills due, whatever will put you more at ease to know I'm legitimately needing help.

Thank you for reading. Please see my cashapp and throne linked below. If you can't help or would like to be mean to me because I'm asking for help, please just block me or keep moving. Like I said this isn't ideal for me either and people being mean only hurts more and kicks someone while they're down.

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[goldenpinof]

honestly don't care if Troye never performs youth again as long as he keeps performing bite, ease, too good, dkla, talk me down and heaven

[rogloptimist]

help listening to the lrcp live and i’m still not over tom 😭😭 + dempster saying that it was all management and clearly pretty pissed he had no part 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️ like knock knock girl do we need to call the ambulance (yes)??? i cannot fathom what is even going on inside of those walls

[gallawitchxx]

🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨

part 14 for @galladrabbles & @shinygalaxyperson's prompt: end of the world

master post (updates weekly!) | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13

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There’s an old poem about hollow men. Stuffed men. Men without sight; shape without form. Line after line of war and faith and shadows. Mickey’s not sure why he knows it. Doesn’t fully understand how it’s come to live in his brain and his bones. But here it is now:

This is the way the world ends.

Gallagher turns, his gaze a challenge. “Don’t what?”

This is the way the world ends.

“Just…”

This is the way the world ends.

Mickey’s breath catches in his throat.

Not with a bang but a whimper.

Gallagher’s lips twitch, but he stays put.

[mahyuume]

wasn’t gonna drink and smoke tonite but im missing neito monoma like a mf. 🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️😭😭😭 not seeing him in the manga anymore is like an angel loosing its wings and being thrown into hell