#but sometimes it's necessary

[soaps-mohawk]

Stay strong❤️ don’t let these bullies get to you

Thank you, love. They died off after I turned anon off. It's been quiet since which I'm thankful for.

[mollysunder]

What I liked best about Jinx and Sevika's first post-Silco talk was how well it implies why their grief is so pronounced. Every complaint the two lodged at Silco was an admission at how dependent Silco had become on them, how much he LET himself be dependent. Silco didn't NEED to let Jinx give him his eye medicine, he was perfectly capable of doing so in season one's first act. The same could be said about Sevika, because while it wasn't nearly as extreme as with Jinx, he didn't need to give her so much responsibility. Frankly it's dangerous for a kingpin to give their righthand so much power (it's supposed to be spread around), and everyone noticed, even idiots like Finn.

That's why their loss is so pronounced, in all the years they dedicated to Silco, he gave up just as much of himself to them. Silco weakened himself and trusted Sevika and Jinx to make up for it. They filled eachother out, they needed eachother, and without him there's just a hole what they all used to give eachother.

[can-we-be-kind]

I genuinely wonder if this is going to start something

Will more people start killing CEOs?

Are there more people willing to potentially give up their freedom for the ‘greater good’?

How many people are in the position to actually access a weapon and be within proximity to a billionaire?

Will there actually be a revolution?

Are people too scared to actually start something?

Are the people who want to, too young, too weak, too ill, ect. to actually be able to do something?

Are you able to actively do something?

Are you able to go outside right now and kill a CEO?

Are the charities working? Are the protests working? Are the movements working?

Is it really getting better?

Maybe if you don’t like something, you should do something.

I dunno man, maybe 1700s France was onto something

[nibbelraz]

Mobei Jun is a proper mother and makes sure his skin babies are well fed

[spiderziege]

Hermit a Day May 28: Scar!

[katsinspats]

I drew this in my sketch doc and laughed so hard it felt like a crime not to fully render it

Cropped version VS the OG sketch under the cut:

(I've only read the IDW Collection Volume 1 and Imposter Syndrome so far I need everyone to be soooo cool about spoilers in the tags LMAO)

[allastoredeer]

I don’t know why but I think it would be hilarious to see how Alastor and Lucifer would react to a reporter asking about their relationship in ur fic, since they would need to keep their facade and such.

Lucifer probably teaching Alastor how to act, since he has ‘more experience’ in romance, while Alastor reminds him that he has been dumped two times and doesn’t trust a single thing. That mental image is so priceless 😆😆

Also imagine a reporter going like “everyone in hell want to know who tops in bed?”, and lucifer almost proud goes “ofc it’s me”, meanwhile Alastor ace ass is confused as hell, cause he isn’t familiar with the term, but feels offended nonetheless lmao

Meanwhile vox is crying and eating ice cream in bed

Yes, Vox is watching this and he is crying, sobbing, on the floor.

Hehehehe Lucifer is going to have his work cut out for him in the fic, though. He's got more experience than Alastor does, and knows how to at least come off as being in a typical, allosexual relationship.

Alastor is sitting there, zoning out, because hhhhhhhhhh why does this require more effort than he thought it would.

Alastor: Let's pretend to be in a relationship

Alastor when he actually has to pretend to be in a relationship:

[walk-to-gallows]

I feel a rather petty, rancid frustration towards this fandom for how they rejected Mary Winchester when her world has not stopped burning since she died.

Spn gave two hands and a gun to a woman who had been dead since it's conception, only present in the past, and we fucking spat all over her because she had an understandably poor reaction to finding out that the world had aged 33 years and she had not.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

A doodle of a couple misc hcs I have about Gman's anatomy

[the-whispers-of-death]

Lesson Learned

CW: Angst at the end!

You decided to help Fallen God!Ghost see that mortals weren't so bad (not knowing that he was already starting to see that himself), so you start bringing him to a soup kitchen you volunteered at where mostly homeless veterans attended. You figured the homeless veterans and those who ran the soup kitchen would hammer the point home, since Ghost is the God of Warfare.

Ghost is not pleased at first, since he had wanted to spend the evening staring at you with lovey-dovey eyes (he'd never admit he does so), but he wants to make you happy so he doesn't complain. His first reaction in the soup kitchen is to sneer and be disgusted, because surely this is beneath a god like him.

But he eventually warms up to the homeless who go to the soup kitchen, and the soup kitchen staff. He gets to know them as people, hearing their stories of war. Some of these veterans had fought in battles where Ghost has watched over and had a hand in who won and who lost, seeing up close the damage his own bloodlust had done as he sees them with missing limbs, fractured minds.

And as he continues to come with you to the soup kitchen and help around, he slowly realizes why God!Price and the other deities had said mortals were still important. Before his fall, Ghost had thought mortals had long ago stopped praying to his pantheon, but he hears these homeless veterans pray to Price and some of the other deities.

What truly hammers in the importance of mortals for Ghost is when he hears one veteran pray to Ghost himself, feels what the prayer does to him. Even though Ghost's powers are locked away, he can still feel them beneath the surface. And when the veteran prays to him, he feels the locked power grow, prolonging his divinity and life-span.

That's when he realizes, mortals' prayers give the deities power. They keep the deities relevant and not fade away like those forgotten deities. He's still here because of mortals. They keep the memory of when he was at his peak, when deities were still revered, alive.

The night he comes to that realization is also the night he decides to finally tell you his feelings. He cares for you, sees the value and beauty in you. You're so kind for a mortal, even deities aren't as kind as you are. And you deserve to be loved and to know you are loved.

You two are in your house now, you about to turn in for the night.

"{Name}, wait," Ghost says, calling out to you. He takes a deep breath as you turn back to face him. "I understand now the need for mortals. You all keep us from fading away into the void that created us. Your prayers give us power."

His eyes scan your beautiful ones as he continues, "And I realize something else. You've shown me something more than understanding, you've shown me how to be kind. And you've shown me love. You love so deeply, so openly. You care for others and you don't hide it from anyone, you don't let them judge you for it."

He takes another deep breath.

"It has made me fallen in love with you."

You're shocked at the revelation, at the confession. You hadn't expected a god like Ghost to fall in love with you. But you can tell he means it. You can see it in his eyes, the way he looks at you like you're his entire world.

A smile graces your beautiful face, feeling relieved that he shares your feelings. "I've fallen in love with you too, Ghost," you admit, shy for the first time since he's met you.

"Really?" Ghost asks, stepping towards you. When you nod your head, he gently cups your cheeks in the palms of his hands. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that. You've taught me how to live, how to be a proper god."

"I love you, Ghost. Not because you're a god, but because you have a heart of gold underneath that tough exterior." You stare into his eyes, your smile widening. "I didn't teach you how to be a proper god, I just brought out the humanity inside of you."

"And I thank you for it. I really do. I love you so much."

Silence washes over you two, the tension growing thicker in the air. You find yourself leaning in, wanting to kiss him. And Ghost leans in as well, having been craving you for weeks now.

So close, he thinks to himself. They're right there, right there for me to kiss. Just a few more inches.

His lips are just brushing against yours when he feels the air shift, power rushing towards him as his divinity and powers are given back to him. He finally has his powers back, he's finally a true god again.

But he can't rejoice, because he's back in the paradise realm.

The change of scenery makes him sink to his knees with his hands still up and reached outwards from where your face had been cradled in them, his lips tingling with the lingering feel of your lips on his. He feels Price's presence in front of him, but he doesn't look up at the other god, his eyes focused on the marbled floor of his temple.

A temple he never thought he'd see again.

"Congratulations, Ghost," Price says, oblivious to the turmoil Ghost is going through. "You've learned the importance of mortals and have earned your way back to the paradise realm. It takes a great amount of strength to do the introspection you did, I'm proud of you."

The air shifts again, signaling Price's departure from the temple, leaving Ghost alone. Without you.

Ghost's breaths come out in short and panicked huffs, his chest tightening as despair creeps up on him.

You're not here, he's not with you in your living room. He's not kissing you and pouring out all of his love into the kiss. He's not following you into your bedroom and spooning you as you two lay in your bed. He's not burying his nose into your hair and taking in that scent of yours that he loves.

"No, no, no," Ghost wails, the empty walls of his temple bouncing off with sound. "Take me back. Take me back to the mortal realm. Strip me again of my divinity and my power, just take me back! Price, take me back!"

Price doesn't hear his wails and pleas.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[mushramoo]

beware a tumblr ad of a coyote running towards a camera. it gets shot and starts convulsing on the ground. I have no fucking clue why that’s okay to show as an ad but I figured other people would wanna be warned

[rebouks]

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Byrd: Are you mad? Oscar: No, but your brother should’ve called sooner. Ivan: There, all gone-.. let’s get you n’ Robin home. Wren: Sorry, Frankie. Frankie: Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart. [nasty hospital vibes] Byrd: Are you sure you’re not mad? Oscar: Mhm. Byrd: You’re biting your nails though. Oscar: Hospitals aren’t exactly my favourite. Byrd: So, you’re mad? Oscar: No, Byrd. Byrd: Wren isn’t allowed to sign it, okay? ‘Cause you know she’ll write something rude like P E N I-… Oscar: [laughs] I hear ya.

[maureen-corpse]

Reading tweets from the menswear guy on Twitter is fun when he’s pointing out everything wrong with some jerk’s wardrobe, but it’s also a bit disheartening when he does an aside about how well-made suits are constructed with layers to create a particular silhouette that is not dependent upon the wearer’s body, and then also tailoring is getting rarer these days. He continually exhorts people to think about shape and silhouette and fabric, which is good advice for anyone putting on clothes, not just men and not just suit-wearers.

Once upon a time people created a fashionable silhouette with their clothing, and their corporeal forms remained mysterious to most. No doubt everyone harbored the same insecurities we do today (except for any related to social media) but by golly, their blood wasn’t full of microplastics and their clothing wasn’t just straight-up plastic. They actually had fabric to work with, instead of going to a department store and finding out that corners are being cut again and they have to layer seven shirts to keep warm.

Anyway, fashion isn’t real. The clothing people sell these days is poor quality polyester junk. I should make more internet pirate shirts and add them to my wardrobe. My silhouette will be Poofy. My vibe will be Romance Novel Heroine (In A Man’s Shirt For Some Reason, Also Where Is The Other Heroine). I will eventually be able to reliably sew straight lines and one day move on to different lines. Perhaps one day I’ll knit my own socks. Maybe I’ll get sheep and farm-to-table the wool (I am not going to do this)

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

"contentment in singleness" doesn't require you to stop desiring marriage & family. it doesn't require you to stop pursuing marriage & family.

Christians are called to be content in any situation--that doesn't mean we abandon all our good desires and concrete goals.

contentment is to trust/rest in God's promises to love you, provide for you, and make you holy.

you can do all of those things, and earnestly want and seek a husband.

He who finds a wife finds a good thing, and obtains favor from the Lord. Proverbs 18:22

"Favor from the Lord" meaning, of course, blessing as the result of a life molded by wisdom.

Now, how can one find a good wife without seeking? Seek without wanting? And how can wisdom and contentment be mutually exclusive?

[blueskittlesart]

deeply refreshing to see someone critical of Swift who also like, genuinely likes her. Like i'm neutral to positive on her, but the online discourse has been absolutely rancid. flipping between "Taylor Swift has never done anything wrong ever and she's a fucking genius" and "Taylor Swift is the worst lyricist of all time and also a bad person" is exhausting, so thank you for like. nuance or something lmao

not to make it serious for a sec but i genuinely think that being able to like things that are bad is really important. like I think that it's an important skill to be able to look at something and see what you personally enjoy about it and then take a step back and acknowledge that objectively it's flawed. and to also be able to acknowledge that liking something isn't necessarily an identity or a moral stance. and i think that fandom space in general could really benefit from more people taking the time to learn how to do that. it's okay to like things that are bad

[angelnumber27]

YOU are your biggest advocate. Please speak up and stand up for yourself