#is YOURS

[falling-star-cygnus]

y’all ever think about how Aventurine and Sampo are perfect foils for each other o_o

bc i do

they’re both gamblers: high-risk, high-reward, life on the line, all or nothing type people -> but Aventurine will always choose the reward over his life and Sampo will always choose his life over the reward

they’re flashy and flamboyant to draw attention- Aventurine with his shiny clothing, Sampo with shoulder piece and sweeping movements -> but Sampo directs attention that he can flee from, and Aventurine makes himself a target

Sampo pretends to be meek when he knows he can get out of a situation, Aventurine pretends to be confident when he’s terrified a gamble will be his last

not to mention: the fandom has completely mischaracterized and watered down their complexities until these two very shady, very cunning characters are nothing more than hypersexual himbos

[k-0re]

are you aware that team-avia MIGHT be releasing a new Mia route after a project they are finishing..? :3

YUP AND IM SO EXCITED

[todayontumblr]

Tuesday, May 16.

it's nearly 3am, for pete's sake. let that cat in!

what's the matter with you, man. let that cat in this instant!

listen, and listen well, dammit, because I won't ask twice. that itty-bitty puss has been purring, meowing, and hissing for hours now, and, though it may be the winter outside, and it is christmas, this isn't your classic december 24th scenario. there is room at this inn, and we're going to let him inside, out of the cold, as if it it were the baby jesus himself. because, in many ways, he is—and apparently there's a northern star above our house.

you've got work tomorrow, I've got work tomorrow. and you can bet your ass that all the while that little critter is out there hollering all alone, meowin into the festive abyss, with nothing for company but a christmas tree, decorative lights, and wide-angle lens, we are not going to get a moment's shut-eye. and that's not good news for you, because I know for a fact you've got your end-of-fourth quarterly all-synergy christmas review at the office tomorrow, and I know your job's on the line. you think the board are gonna be happy when you drag yourself into the office with bags around your eyes, your tie on backwards, and cups of starbucks holiday blend in each hand? it may be the season of goodwill, but that don't count for much in your line of Business—even lonesome mr. whiskers could tell you that. 

speaking of, you hear that? give it some time and that one little whine is gonna attract all the other december strays. before you know it, we'll have a gregorian chant of kitty kats decorating our front lawn, and freestyling their own carols with not a care for tune or harmony. who knows—one of them may have a little catnip on their person. and then we are really in trouble.

if reason does not persuade you, then surely you are moved by the plight of this destitute animal? listen to his lonesome cries ringing out into the depths of the night, and pinky swear me that your eyes are dry at the intensity of his despair? because I do not consider it possible for anyone of reasonable mind to withstand, in spirit, that animal's pain as expressed through this his wretched song. this may be the season of merriment and jollity, but these are distant lands to the furry friend who currently finds himself lost, adrift, and alone at our most decorative doorstep.

if you are still cold-hearted to his plight, then consider this: he was brought to our door by its luminous, festive character. this cat has seen the tree, and fairy lights wrapped in an embrace around the columns, and understood its greater significance. this cat has come to understand this as a home of compassion, charity, light, and warmth during these darkest days of the year. if we ignore the sound of his cries, we are not merely heartless, but hypocrites to the decoration that adorns our front porch.

the choice is yours. it is almost 2:30 AM. the cat remains alone, waiting, wailing into night. 

what are you going to do?

[nexahexagon]

“My bloods on my hands this time, but if I close my eyes I can pretend it’s yours.”

“Watering the flowers with the blood of my beloveds”

[noscomephobic]

I’m not about to be obsessive over a random COTl artist because they’re the most recent one I went crazy over and is finding their art comforting.

^

literally just changed their background to Stychu’s art

[countesscontessa]

GOATPEAKTANO AND PEAKUMBINA SOON.

[saintyx-111]

how crazy would it be if we got bkdk figures of them from when they were in middle school underneath a cherry blossom tree

[rotting-batcorpse]

During Lesbian Visibility Week non-lesbians had defended rape conversion kinks and calling us “TERFs” because we find it dehumanizing/triggering, since many people still believe that a man can change our sexuality and it’s just a phase. Not even a week in pride month, they’re still defending that gross ass kink.

The word Terf has literally lost all meaning and people are using it to be misogynistic toward any woman who doesn’t like the patriarchy.

Rape Mention⚠️

Do you see this bs. It’s literally men who happily participate in our oppression and somehow they’re the victims from those evil, scary lesbians.

[amwritingmeta]

[The Winchesters finale spoilers]

[first impression]

Speaking of happy endings…

John and Mary: complete and living together in Heaven.

Sam and blurry wife AKA EILEEN (thank you very much): married, raising a family together on Earth.

So which part of Dean’s “family” had an unhappy ending?

(yes I have legit been ugly crying)

Because all I can see now is how Dean went on that drive, skipping between worlds, looking for a happy ending for him and Cas.

No. Let’s say that again. Slowly.

Dean Winchester…

…got into Baby in Heaven…

…started driving, knowing Cas was free of the Empty and somewhere in Heaven with Jack…

…Dean thinking for sure Cas will show…

…right?…

…and when Cas didn’t…

…Dean was like well That Sucks…

…and went universe hopping to see if another world might have a different ending for them so that he could be reassured that it wasn’t over yet…

Ummmmmm. WHAT??

Where the hell are you, Castiel??? Your man is in pain!!! Also, Dean, the last time Cas spent a year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent all you had to do was pray!! (and have a plot related prop to entice him with but that was a secondary reason and you KNOW IT) Stop avoiding having the talk!!! Omfg with these two!!!

I’m still processing. I’m in such shock and awe I keep oscillating between the two.

And Jensen singing: Looking out over the water/see as far as the eye can see/and I live and die another day to find you there/where did you go when I needed you?/you were gone and you left me all alone/but you were never alone, you told me/but here I sit with you on this stage in Rome

Don’t.

Don’t even talk to me.

Don’t look at me don’t talk to me.

Jensen literally went: Dean dies and then drives around Heaven finding that peace when he’s done while waiting for his brother and what? That’s it? Not even a proper nod to the greatest love story ever told??

NOT ON MY WATCH.

[jey-chan]

Wihi! Now to find them a house does someone wang them? I only ask for the shiping (like 2 or 3 dolars) but its yours

[radio-charlie]

Whatever the three letter agencies are now saying the ‘UFO’ shit is though, please do not ever forget that this is meant to cover up something that came from your own. your weird dreams about girl child jesus communism or whatever are not the idea of the cpc. nobody there is that interesting. don’t worry

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[sadclowncentral]

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[dredsina]

Ive said this before but swear the biggest skill to learn as an adult is how to resist high-pressure sales tactics. You do NOT have to answer questions with anything other than "Sorry I'm not interested." No matter how nice they are or no matter how many follow up questions they ask or even how agitated they get when you stand your ground. Just keep saying I'm not interested. Don't answer their questions. Don't give them an opening to try to push back on your reasons. Be a fucking brick wall of I'm not interested.

[countesscontessa]

will not apologize for the person i become when mod support is added for console