#do i want to?

[dayaki]

[icara-mack]

happy 25th birthday techno, not a day goes by where the world doesn’t miss you. o7 rest in power

I’ve heard of a sky with a thousand suns

Just beyond a veil.

I’m told the wonder’s beyond reproach

And our world - but a mirror - seems pale.

You left to see those thousand suns

That cast the heaven’s light.

There are no shadows in that world, just endless sunlit skies.

So when my star grows old and pale

And burns out like a lamp

I’ll join you in that land of suns and see you once again.

Here are the closeups, tumblr did in fact eat the original lmao

[lokitism]

Loki: *does anything*

Me, over analysing anything I can: See this is a trauma response-

[blood-orange-juice]

I think Childe's main problem is how he can only hold a singular thought in his head at any given moment.

That thought isn't even always "brawl", sometimes it's a good thought.

(e.g. he analyses political conflicts pretty well)

But there's still only one.

[wishfulimaginings]

Are we starting the New Year with boops?

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

god i love wilmon so much

[snakiest]

I should make an actual pinned post other than link in my stuff. I’m not motivated though.

[antifathomable-shapeshifter]

having politics as a special interest is a bit like having a small potted cactus as a comfort object.

[the-amber-raven]

Snippet Sunday

If you were wondering whether 6b fic would include my favourite trope, this snippet probably answers that question 😅

And its a nice longer one to make up for the lack of one last week.

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“Nope, just wanted to check if Buck said anything about sending someone else to pick up Christopher Diaz?” the nurse queried, nodding towards Bobby. 

“Oh,” Moira exclaimed, glancing down at Chris apologetically. “Yes, he called me back just before Principal Sanders asked to speak with me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think we would take so long.” She turned to Bobby, giving him a quick once over. “What was your name?” 

Bobby started, too distracted by the influx of new information to answer immediately. 

“Bobby Nash.” 

Moira smiled at him, looking more friendly. “Yeah, Buck gave permission for you to get Christopher, that’s all fine. Laura, can you grab the sign-out sheet?” 

Buck gave him permission? He was almost certain that nominating a pick-up person would be a privilege extended only to parents, not family friends. 

The first woman, Laura, started to click through a tablet that was sitting next to her computer. “Uh, do I write that you spoke with Buck here?” she asked Moira, showing her the tablet.

“Just write that stepdad nominated Grandpa for pickup, that’s fine,” Moira advised easily, smiling warmly at them.  

Bobby took the tablet Laura offered him on autopilot, his mind completely stuck on stepdad and grandpa. Seeing it written out in black and white on the screen did not help his bewilderment.

[ro-written]

guys i just finished up “A Shop for Killers” and there is BARELY ANY FICS PLEEEEEEASE

[rainbow-femme]

My toxic trait is I’ll see a kind of writing that I don’t want to do, but I’ll still think “if I did write one of those it would be way better than this”

[nich0las-foster]

yes you do. every single action you have taken up to this point will lead to him detesting you. you want him to hate you as much as you hate yourself. you want everyone to want you dead as much as you want yourself dead. you’re an open fucking book, and i’m the only person who cares enough to skim your pages.

He doesn’t have to know that. Nobody else has to know that.

[legendoftherisingtide]

as time goes on i see so much more positive mindset in the world. it feels like the world is growing out of its edgy phase, like all the 2010s dark humor is washing down the river. it feels like we as a people are healing. and if that healing is in the form of vine booms and random sound effects, i will take that over the suicidal jokes that stopped being jokes after a while.

idk stop saying “kms” or “i want to die” or any of that. it’s funny when it’s funny but when that is your immediate thought when something happens, stop and take a minute. think about why you keep saying that and really let yourself breath for a moment.

surround yourself with good things. and that includes your thought processes.

[thisisalovestry]

file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever

[just-french-me-up]

'ao3 needs a like and dislike button'

what you need, my algorithm-rotten minded friend, is a grip