#i have a mini cry

[one-way-to-do-it]

grussell girlies every time we hear his name coming from the commentators

[leoreadss]

Have you ever thought that when Michale Sheen is older he will have Aziraphale's hair and be an angel forever?

No? Just me?

Cause I'm seriously unwell now.

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[antigoneikk]

by the way this interview should qualify as elder abuse.

[elizakai]

do you guys ever have multiple projects or tasks you need to finish and have been putting off but the demotivation/depressive wave hits like a truck whenever you think about it? so you either can’t work on anything else out of stress, or you work on everything else out of a need to justify your own inability to do the original task?

ANYONE??? SOBBBBBB

[number-0-iz]

NO WAY THAT MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN PULLED A PEETA "IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE BABY." MELLARK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RUSSTAPPEN/GAX DIVORCE/WAR

[toxiccaves]

the usual sketchin around

[bluesicle]

digital art is kinda draining 4 me,,,

(rambling in the tags ↓↓↓)

[chimchiri]

Every time my bestie stays over for a few days I get so incredibly, incredibly sad when it's time for her to leave. And every single time, no exceptions, I start crying a few minutes after she departed.

We've known each other for so many years and she really is the one constant in my life. I love her so much and I deeply wish we could see each other more often.

[this-is-ali]

Born to leave $1,000 tips, pay for strangers' meals, and spoil my friends financially.

Forced to rely on help from others to afford basic human needs like food and toilet paper.

[oswinunknown]

Dialogue taken from the episode The Duel with a Ghoul & Give up the Ghost. [Feat. AI RoboWife Kisara and Seto Kaiba]

[ailoda]

i adore having tumblr friends/mutuals. i love it so much. it’s like the purest form of friendship, but it’s also terrifying because what if one day they just vanish? like, no goodbye, no explanation—just poof. life pulls them somewhere else. it’s not ‘falling out of touch’; it’s losing someone to the void. i’m just here scared that one day, i’ll never hear from them again. it’s like being in a super good relationship where your only fear is them dying.

[selfabsorbed-selfdeceived]

falsettos cube appreciation post

[ev7nescent]

So... Link Click Bridon Arc.

*curls up on the floor and sobs pathetically*

[copia]

SLEEP . TOKEN 😭😭‼️‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉

[sysig]

Delusions (Patreon)

"Could I have your hand, sir?" Max didn't move, which Dexter was, sadly, getting used to.

"Sir?" Max jerked, then turned and stared at him, lost and blank. "Your hand, please."

Max's hand lifted shakily, and he laid it gently in Dexter's upturned palm. Dexter gave a quick and quiet "thank you," then turned it over in his own hand, observing him closely.

Too closely - his knuckles were rough and his fingernails were dull and cracked in places. His once-soft, not-a-day-in-his-life-subjected-to-hard-labour hands were now, already, toughened and split and scarred in places, especially the heel of his palm. He turned it over again, this time to stop looking so intensely. He had only wanted to give it a cursory glance to begin with.

"Do you know what I see, sir?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage, running his fingers along Max's abused flesh. He seemed to be at least half paying attention, his eye gazing down between them, and he'd occasionally twitch, encouragingly Dexter thought. He seemed to want to curl around him, then stopped and shook, his hand squeezing into a fist. Dexter coaxed him back out, encouraged him to hold himself lightly.

"What do you see?" He was almost startled by Max actually continuing their conversation, that happened so rarely now, shaking and quiet as it was. He took a deep breath, was he really going to do this?

"I see a hand, with five fingers." Max remained quiet, though his brow curled, and a guarded look came into his eye, though he still wasn't looking at Dexter. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to try. "What do you see?"

Max's eye unfocused and began to water. He looked up, but not enough to reach Dexter's gaze in return, instead staring through his chest, and he felt just as hollow and empty as he must look to him.

"Do you take me for a fool, DAX?" Quiet and as close to angry as he'd heard since they'd been here.

No, not angry.

Betrayed.

He swallowed down the stinging lump at the back of his throat. He had to put on a brave face, had to keep his composure if he wanted Max to get better. That was the only thing he wanted, more than anything.

"Of course not, sir. Genuinely, what do you see?"

Max pulled his hand away and turned his body, his bandaged side facing Dexter. Shutting him out, pointedly. Dexter's empty hand curled into a fist, he was no better.

"Please, don't..." Max took a shallow, shuddering breath, and several beats before he spoke again, even quieter. "Don't ridicule me." Dexter could hear his breath catch, and he wanted nothing more than for this all to just stop.

"Sir, I didn't-"

"I've had enough of that." He shook his head stiffly, the action strange and wrong, like he had forgotten how. He stilled, his head turned even further away. "More than enough."