#everyone does :)

[dazzling-raven]

This was basically the last two seasons, right?

[insane-in-the-membranee]

I can forgive my father for all his wrongs against me, if only he had treated my mother differently. It is an echo, of what my mother says, "He may not be a good husband, but he is a good father." How do I tell her that one cannot exist without the other? He will never be a good father. He is not good to my mother.

—Reva

[bigidiotenergytm]

Do you ever look at a drawing and get cuteness aggression that happens to me with your odysseus anyways Ody can I stab a cow than throw you in the ocean to cause chaos

"NO?????????????????????"

[syunkiss]

I know something no one else knows. Kouyou Ozaki from BSD fucking hates terfs

[binah-beloved]

Queequeg likes it when you are a little soft because that means you are warm and a bit squishy and perfect for holding. she still hugs you gently, as her strength is great enough to snap bone, and kneads her hands gingerly against your back. you're never too much. can she still pick you up? yes? always?

then you're perfect.

[snowyroads]

wait, why does this make me upset 😔

[thephoenixandthecrocodile]

I don’t know if this scene with Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor will ever make it into my fanfic but this excerpt made me laugh while making dinner soooo…

“The only thing I have to worry about when it comes to the northern commander is receiving an Orc head as a present. You, on the other hand will give-” Gil-Galad’s sentence sputtered into unintelligibility as his stern expression shifted to one of high embarrassment. Almost as embarrassed as when he felt the need to reprimand Celebrimbor for being so open about sleeping with Narvi.

[lemuel-apologist]

i think it's an important part of growing into who you want to be on your way out of what you were raised in. whether it's making black out poetry with a book of mormon that you kind of wince at years later or fashioning your string lights into a crown of thorns or nodding a little too hard at the thought of watching south park or "more like LIEble, lol," you're going to go through that phase of oh-so-edgy post-christian atheism. it's a part of growing up. and you'll look back at yourself years later, chuckling at the same jokes with more peace than righteous agreement, knowing you're okay now. it's okay.

[elemental-plane]

CAN WE ALL TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE AIMEE'S LOOK FOR THIS CIRCLE SHE'S FR STUNNING

[itsatorchwoodthing]

this is so specific but also so true

[alpydk]

I’ve seen a lot of anon hate knocking about, so I wanted to balance the scales and show what the anon option should be used for.

I’m going to drop into some inboxes and explain what it is about your blog (and you) I love so much.

You offer support to other people even on days when you're struggling.

You're open and honest, and that is reflected in your writing.

You're ability to write beautiful angst and pull out emotions from your readers is wonderful

If you want to keep it going, do the same thing to some blogs (and people) that bring you sunshine.

Have a wonderful day.

To Anon

Beautiful anon; always in the shadows behind the curtain.

Throughout their life, they had done so much, said and seen more than any other person ever had. They’d kept their spirit alive in so many ways: messages of love and hate, pictures to make a friend laugh, confessions they were too embarrassed to say to anyone, and sometimes simply harassment just to feel something; anything other than the crushing despair that came with loneliness.

They’d seen their questions become written deconstructions of characters right down to the minutest details, all backed up with metadata they could never find. They’d watched as their little idea sparked grand works of art loved by thousands and they read as their humorous prompts had created literary perfection: stories of beauty, of pain, of passionate nights under thousands of different skies.

And yet to everyone they were just anon.

All they would get as a reward was the passing thank you, possibly a humorous gif, maybe even sometimes blocked if the need deserved it. They were faceless, lost amongst the seas of others like them. Alone in a community of their own creation. They thrived off their anonymity, feeding off the emotions of those they sent asks to, knowing their skills as muse, as tormentor, as anon meant something in this digital age. And because of this, each would never admit who they really were as they paid compliments to the writers, or trolled the artists, the ones they either liked or disliked. They would just continue to be alone; always to be forgotten as hero or villain.

And so today anon, I write this to you. I believe that you are beautiful; with your words and ideas, with your emotions that you need to share with each passing moment, with your humanity of love and pain and feeling that in a world slowly being destroyed by social media we desperately need. You keep us all alive by connecting with us and for that, I am grateful.

Thank you to every anon for existing, for being who you are.

I love you, all of you.  

[shadowqueenjude]

Ma'am @zenkindoflove you deserve an award for these tags😂😂😂

[animentality]

Tbh I haven't watched anime for a while but you like this magneta one and blond one with so much passion may I'll watch it this week

I'm crying at you calling them the magenta and the blond.

you're so right.

[noxexistant]

my loves once again “west endsies” does not exist you can call it countless things but it was not on the west end

[mysterious-trail-of-goop]