#i am goin through it rn

[twasnt-tryin-to]

"Would you set yourself on fire to warm me?"

"No. but you would set me on fire, and I would let you."

[moraent-keys]

The show that pulled me out of a very dark place in my life and became one of my biggest special interests has just changed its studio and style suddenly with basically no warning

Of course I’m (more than a little) upset 😭

[stretchedoutonthegrass]

The weather was nice and I felt pretty yesterday ☺️✨💜

[the-punforgiven]

How do you even create like genuinely

[screamingfrenchfries]

my reoccurring need to infodump about various horror series that i keep binge-watching is extremely and immensely inconvenient considering the only people in my general vicinity is my two very christian parents that explicitly ordered me, even at the age of eighteen years old, to never, ever, watch horror movies....

[serendipitous-mage]

why do fire alarm batteries

ONLY

ever need replacing when you are dead fucking asleep

did i enrage god? does she hate me now as i too hate this creation of ours? when will she replace MY batteries

[arcadequeerz]

Five laps at freddy's looks s o fun.

[outlawwolfe]

I start my big boy dream job on Monday and I am already an anxious fucking wreck

[mindmxtters]

tumblr: hey there, welcome to our community survey, got any suggestions for how we can make the site better me, staring directly into the eyes of my personal fbi agent in my webcam:

bring back p*** you cowards

[p0th]

[lunaloos]

i cannot stop reading jimmys twitter (SolidarityCoUk) as SolidarityCock please help me

[slightly-ace]

In a mood right now, so I figured it’s about time I shared some of my writing on here lmao. Excerpts and summary under the cut. 

Cal Kestis was a mystery to you, even after knowing him for five years on Bracca. The pieces start to fall into place when you're woken up to an emergency broadcast, demanding anyone with information on jedi fugitive Cal Kestis to come forward with it.

OR

An exploration of the dynamics between a character who only knew Cal on Bracca, and the consequences that come after he leaves.

~~~~~

“Nice job,” you chuckled, playfully bumping your shoulder against his. He responded by draping an arm around your shoulder, squeezing slightly before letting go. 

“I can’t take all the credit,” he responded, turning his gaze to you. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my amazing mentor.” 

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “You’re a dork, you know.” 

He only chuckled, bumping you with his elbow before switching off the skeleton. 

“You’re the one who decided to keep me around.” 

You chuckled again, shaking your head as a response because he technically had a point. You pretty much had to force your friendship onto him when he first showed up. He was smaller then, both physically and metaphorically. He was quieter and kept to himself to the point no one even knew his name. That isn’t to say that he’s not secretive now, he’s just a little more open, especially when it came to you. 

“Don’t act like you don’t appreciate me, Kestis.” You rolled your eyes, taking a quick glance at the sky. It was lighter, and you knew that you would have to show up to the scrap heaps soon.

~~~~~

He stuttered, catching your gaze for the first time since he started rambling. Your eyes were wide, surprise and fear mixing in your irises. You were scared, plain and simple. You were afraid of letting Cal go, letting him leave, but you were also afraid of joining him. You were afraid that you would join him and things would be different. That you had both changed to the point where your previous relationship was now unattainable. You were afraid of letting go of the version of Cal that lived in your head. The one that woke you up at unreasonable hours in the morning to take a look at his droid or watch the sunrise or stand out in the rain, just taking everything in. The one that loved ponchos even though you made fun of him for it, the one that made jokes about you doing a bang-up job as a mentor and laughed when you called him a dork and grinned because you still adored him for it. 

You were afraid of losing the Cal Kestis that existed in the little moments on Bracca, and you hated yourself for it. 

[frick-it-sugar-spice]

Anyone got some motivation to spare? I gotta get through this nightmare clusterfuck of a room

Too much visually goin on I can't focus

[staticpine]

*googles sexuality quiz*

*googles gender quiz*

*googles gender quiz actually made by faggots*

*googles sexuality quiz for people whos gender its more complicated than 1 of three selections*

*googl

[vesselmade-a]

he’d  died  and  come  back. there  was  still  more  for  him  to  do  ,  more  fingers  to  consume  before  his  inevitable  (  and  final  )  death.  okkotsu  wasn’t  at  fault  for  this  and ,  if  he  was  honest  with  himself ,  he  held  back  in  the  fight. after  shibuya  he  deserved  it. if  anything  he  was  surprised  anyone  would  want  him  to  continue  living.  he  had  disrupted  countless  lives  and  taken  too  many. his  hands  remained  stained   with  blood , a  constant  reminder  of  the  destruction  he  had  caused.  he hated  that  his  body  had  been  used  to  cause  such  chaos.  even  now , he  felt  numb , detached  from  it  all. he  understood  his  role  and  resolved  to  follow  that  path  until  it  led  him  no  further.  he’d  fight  until  a  stronger  enemy  comes  along  and  puts  him  down  for  good.  

“ this is all my fault. ” / @chosouh

❛❛  it’s  not  your  fault.  don’t  shoulder  the  blame.  ❜❜   as  he  sits ,  slumped  forward ,  he  contemplated  the  situation and he  found  it  oddly  peculiar. since  choso  referred  to  himself  as  his  onii - chan , they  hadn’t  really  had  a  proper  conversation. did  he  believe  it ? at  that  moment , he  couldn’t  be  certain. almost  killed  by  someone , only  to  be  regarded  as  family  afterward . . . it  felt  perplexing  and  inexplicable. however nothing  truly  surprised  him. after  all , wasn’t  he  already  halfway  a  curse  himself ? in  a  sense , the  specifics  didn’t  matter  much , as  long  as  they  were  aligned  on  the  same  side. having  choso  as  an  ally  rather  than an adversary provided a certain degree of solace. itadori found some comfort in knowing he had another person supporting him.

❛❛   besides ,  i’m  fine.  still  alive  and  kicking.  ❜❜  barely.

[theribthatgrewback]

got 2 hours of sleep and now ive been lying awake in bed for 4 hours. might kill myself