#going back to my roots and making some

[yaboirezzy]

Ivy: I hardly slept last night

Sprig: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you

Ivy: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.?

Maddie: *gay panic*

[mttonex]

joanfucius if one of them was a zombie and they killed people for body parts (lisa frankenstein au)

bonus doodles :3

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

heyyyy who wants some lowish-resolution Lights Out angst scribbles before i go sleep!!!

(gonna put this under the cut bc im not sure if it can be considered spoiler-y or not? does this au even Have spoilers if there's no shared cohesive plot yet? who knows! i'm doing this impulsively i don't know what i'm doing ever! ! i like drawing characters in distress and anguish! thank you!)

[fairyroses]

every time a new live-action Supergirl is cast I'm contractually obligated to draw some accompanying Karadox fanart, so y'all can thank Milly Alcock for this one 😉💜

(ref taken from this viral photoshoot)

[lusthurts]

reblog with some of ur fav seblaine fics I need to feel something (and I need to make sure that I've read all of them bc I know I've gotta be missing some)

[cherrymoonvol6]

oh they were IN LOVE in love

[s0up1ta]

i'm starting to think he always comes back

[nyan-bynary]

I'm gonna have to wait out a few weeks to be able to complain about jjk's ending bc rn half the ppl are bashing everyone who expected more as ppl who just wanted gojo back

[hercarisntyours]

The ones who load the dice, always say the toss is fair. (hadestown au)

Orion looked around, panic setting in. Is it true what they say? Is there truly no way to get his love back. That's he's too late? She's truly gone? He walked all this way, why? just to play the part of a pawn in the God's cruel game of chess?

He's out of his mind.

How did he so foolishly believe. Nothing changes and nothing will.

Orion understands now. They're all playing a fixed game. His role involves him getting beaten and betrayed.

He's blinded by guilt, regret and doubt.

And hope. A spark of hope still burns with-in him.

He sings his voice loud. He asks the walls. Is it true? what they say, is it true?

Pickaxes stop ringing. The ringing in his ears doesn't.

He turns to go, Ariel would be disappointed, he could never stand up right.

The answer to his question will never be heard. Not in this concrete jungle.

The workers hear his.

He realises the ones who deal the cards, are the ones who take the tricks.

He who says the words, is always the one to say they are the last.

The walls repeat his words. Standing up and listening.

He shouts his answer out. For he hears the workers now, no longer questioning them; but the wall they had been so desperately building. If they have the will, there's a way to break it down. He believes they are many, and those he questions are few. 

If it's true, he'll be on his way. After all, what can a few do against so many?

[kuromi-hoemie]

this sounds like a dumb question but does anyone know of a good image viewing/gallery app?

it Sounds simple but i was looking for something:

free (no freemium or paywalled features)

fully 100% offline

no privacy policy or ads

no algorithms or AI, no attempting to associate my pictures together in ways i never asked

i literally just need to see what my folders and pictures are as I've saved them to my phone and That's It.

[parkeryangs]

sometimes i'm talking about something from my hometown and then i just get this immediate rush of sadness and i... kind of hate it? like. i don't want to miss where i came from because as much as i love the place, (in the most abstract and literal sense of the word), it was a TERRIBLE environment for me with regards to my family and education and the like. but when i'm telling stories and remember things i get this bit of almost regret that i ever left??? like when i'm thinking about the campground i used to go to a couple times every year with the giant rainbow trout statue out front, the river that's so cold it makes your body go numb, and the bison and the sunsets and cottonwood trees and the red dirt and. god. there's so much to love there and i think it just makes me kind of sad that other people made me hate it

[lumaspin]

i don’t think tumblr is ready for this take but yall remember how the twilight renaissance shed a lot of light on how things commonly classed as “women’s interests” were regularly shit on and socially acceptable to put down bc misogyny and whatever else. that but with disney world & the disney adult phenomenon

[arolesbianism]

Just realized I forgot to post these

[rockyroadkylers]

have we considered a childhood friends au where catherine DID abdicate to marry arthur and they moved to the states to raise their kids away from the crown bc. i'm considering it now

all their kids are born in america and have a general awareness that they're related to the royal family but they like. don't really give a shit. arthur keeps acting and they think it's cooler to have an actor for a dad than a queen for a grandma lmao

[multifandomhoodies]

the thing is. the thing IS i am never not thinking of my west virginian dincobb. i am always thinking about them. they are always on my mind

[unohanadaydreams]

A frog got into my house last night when I was coming back from a walk and I'd like to think it went about how the rescue arc did.

The shinigami were like 'oh, a frog. No big deal, we'll just put it back outside'.

But then the frog hid under a bulky, ancient dresser that needed to be moved very carefully as not to squish the frog or break the delicate things on it.

And then once you've got the frog freed, it's defeating your best attack dog (pretend my dog could ever lmao) by just hopping toward him.

So you get the frog in a bucket and you're like 'finally, it's over. We've got the frog. The evil is defeated'.

But it's NOT. Because the frog hops up and smacks you in the face for your hubris.

You know. Like the first arc of Bleach.