#just a funny little dude

[whogirl42]

Dammit they made Aegon SO FREAKING LIKABLE I'd watch a sitcom starring him

[normaltothemax]

Dissociation starters “Hey. Jake? Look at me.” From you know who

One slow blink. Two. It took a hell of a lot of effort to lift his chin enough to actually look at Gillian; felt like he was trying to swim through molasses. But even though he looked at her, he didn’t really see her. His gaze shifted. Staring off into the middle distance, just over her left shoulder, Jake continued on with his slow blinks. It was about all he could manage, at the moment.

Sitting there, on the couch, he wasn’t exactly present. He was there, sure, but he wasn’t there. Like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and was one wrong breath away from toppling over completely; a switch was going to happen, whether he liked it or not, and there wasn’t enough of him there to get up and go somewhere else to do it privately.

She was going to find out about them, and he couldn’t exactly bring himself to care all that much.

“Mm. Laters…gators…”

Between one blink and the next, Jake disappeared. For a beat, it was as if the body was an empty shell, breathing and blinking on autopilot—the lights were on, but no one was home. It took several long moments before someone was, as Jake would say, fully back in the driver’s seat. The slow blinks turned into a few quick ones as he looked around the room, confusion clear on his face. It wasn’t until his gaze landed back on the woman in front of him that he spoke, eyes widening.

“Oh bollocks.”

@youllthinktwice (x)

[marigoldthegamer]

Ok sooo.... I may have dug my old air dry clay box back out of the hole I hid it in andddd... Maybe made something silly when I should be sleeping. Lol.

Also, like, rant post, haha.

It's just those big, beautiful, despair filled eyes that make me love him. I know that next time I look at this post he'll look awful, but it's 3:30 am rn, so cut me some slack I woke up at 7 this morning.

I was going to make him a spoon, but thought this looked better and easier to clean. I want to feed him marbles. I have a bag of like, 170 marbles somewhere, and you can't stop me!

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa sucks at “flirting” with Mike

[sarathrimsa]

don't take it personally

[littlecrittereli]

hi !! i love seeing my favorite goobers in sundresses so you should totally draw chris and martin in them. or not ! your choice of course :3

They were looking for Aviva and got distracted

[gods-favorite-autistic]

I was relistening to Ruthlessness and I heard Poseidons “43 left under your command” and I immediately thought of the “558 men who died” part of The Underworld and oh my god he remembered to include that one guy who got drunk and fell off of Circe’s roof that’s amazing

[heshmmity]

guys im crazy this is gravity falls x Dear Evan Hansen crossover. is this. is this anything guys. guys please.

stanley is connor stanford is zoe fiddleford is evan and bill is jared (for fun) and this makes so much sense in my head please i cant stay silent about the parallels

[sofonn]

I LOVE THE CREW I LO- (Im only on 20th episode but feel free to tag spoiler things I love spoilers)

[redrobin-detective]

I find it completely hilarious to think after Simon was freed from the crown and got to be himself in Ooo that he and Finn have a close relationship that neither of them understand.

Finn views Simon as a fellow human, someone he saw at their lowest point and now is on the upswing and now they can be buddies and go on adventures together. He also wants to do sleepovers all the time, what a bro. Simon sure is fussy with him, like Jake sometimes is, must be because they're such good friends.

Simon meanwhile is going around to people in Ooo like 'why did you let a child/teenager live alone in a treehouse with a dog and access to weaponry while making him fight monsters?' and when no one stepped up, Simon unofficially claimed Finn as his own. He checks in regularly, goes over a brings groceries, cleans up the treehouse, educates Finn as best he can on human anatomy, culture, history as well as other stuff.

Its so obvious to everyone - especially Marcy who is laughing her ass off in the background - that the former Ice King is trying to parent Finn who doesn't get it and proceeds to friendzone the hell out of his father figure.

[egotistical-cabbage]

more billford bullshit 👍

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[OLD ART ALERT] A COLLECTION OF SCENES FROM THE GILLIONS CATSCRATCH ARC THAT BROUGHT ME GREAT JOY. i love fishy chips especially when its just gillion being delirious and violent and hostile

[feroluce]

I've only recently started having my own thoughts about Emanator!Sampo and I think my favorite version of this is that he is technically an Emanator, it's just that he doesn't talk about it because Aha is a dick who only blesses people that don't want it and Sampo hates it here dkjxkdkdck

Aha blessed the Mourning Actors! A whole faction of people who have specifically made it their life's mission to resist Elation! THEY made a literal worm THEIR Emanator just to see if it would be accepted into the Genius Society! And when it wasn't, Aha just as easily killed it and tossed it aside! So I feel like there is a good possibility that Aha looked down at Sampo, this little oddball who doesn't seem to even like Epsilon or a lot of the Masked Fools and was like.

Hey.

You know what would be really really funny.

And I feel like being an Emanator wouldn't even be a plus for Sampo, because of how he operates. Sampo excels at blending in; he managed to smuggle himself onto a planet

that had been isolated for 700 years,

with only one (1) single city on it,

and going even further, he snuck himself into the Underground,

where the population is even more sparse,

and STILL. Not a single accusation of him being an alien! Not even after the Astral Express lands and proves that interstellar space travel is possible! Sampo is so thoroughly ingrained into Belobog that yeah, some people admit they don't know his origins, but none of it ever comes with the question of whether he actually is a Belobog native or not. Sampo knows exactly how to blend himself into his surroundings in the most subtle way possible. And being an Emanator, something far more powerful than any normal human or Pathstrider could ever hope to be, would only throw in a massive extra variable for him. Sampo would have to be so so careful to keep a lid on his Emanator traits, to keep up the appearance of being totally normal and average at all times. It doesn't help him at all.

And this part is pure indulgence, but I love taking Aha's closeness with mortals, and THEIR tendency to take human form, and twisting it into a case of THEM using Sampo as a vessel.

I want Aha to look at Sampo the same way all of us look at Sampo. A chew toy. A plaything. Something to shove through the meat grinder. Aha thinks Sampo is hilarious and a funny, silly little guy, and THEY want to put him in Situations just to see what he does. Sampo is not a fan.

This though, this is what makes Sampo so wildly entertaining as a vessel. Because Aha knows that Sampo does not want to be a vessel, does not even want to be an Emanator, and THEY find it SO much fun to watch the mental gymnastics he has to pull to convince himself he's ok with it, this is fine actually, because he's not exactly about to tell off a literal god. He doesn't feel like getting a smiting today, please and thank you.

Because squeezing yourself into a human vessel is so different than merely adopting a human disguise, there's already a human soul in there, it's kind of a tight fit. If Sampo doesn't make room, doesn't all but dissociate right out of his own body, it could cause. Consequences.

And so, Aha always gives a warning, just to watch him squirm.

It begins with the sound of bells.

Just little ones, at first. Small, clinking little sounds that could even be considered nice. Something almost gentle, like a wind chime in a pleasant breeze on a warm day. This is the signal for the countdown.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Makes himself as small as possible within his own body.

The bells rise and multiply, tinkling wind chimes give way to sleigh bells, to shopkeepers bells, the sound of something inevitable approaching, something entering.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Dilutes himself, weaker and weaker concentrations.

The bells rise and rise, multiply and multiply, celebration and tragedy resonating in the sound of church bells, ringing bright and loud, the sounds of weddings and funerals both the same.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Becomes like smoke, like vapor. Hollows himself out.

Empty, empty, empty until he echoes, like a bell, like something with the sole purpose of being shaken and rattled around, a thing to be struck, the sounds jarring and punched out and gasping and piercing the air, the lung, the eardrum.

Sampo breathes in.

Beaten he rings, bashed in he sings.

Aha breathes out.

[jicklet]

Nina and Crowley Mr. Six Shots Of Espresso In A Big Cup

[1495-gauge]

there's that fucked up three-eyed thing that lives in the woods. whose turn is it to chase it off again??

[sergle]

tonight I watched Return To Oz, for the second time in my beautiful life, and girl this is a HORROR MOVIE for children