#might be time to rewatch this

[skyshipper]

THE LAST OF US CHARACTERS as TAROT CARDS

[literaryspinster]

The Bent Neck Lady

TW: hanging, broken neck

[calypsolemon]

dance on a razor's edge

[swamplamp]

Giles & Joyce in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, S3E6 "Band Candy"

[spielzeugkaiser]

I come back for a hot second (and go into hiding pretty much right again) with some redrawn screencaps of what I'm watching currently!! 👀 All I have in me are the sillies-

[emberandshadow]

The Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency pilot is flawless

@any1gottamap @wildfirethetribrid

[khaopybara]

❝Have you ever kissed?❞

WON TAEMIN as GO HOTAE and HAN DOWOO as KIM DONGHEE episode 4 of THE TIME OF FEVER

[ruporas]

the song of humanity will continue to be sung

[omaano]

The Art Nouveau inspired space cowboy pinup set for @ribbonkandy is finally complete 🌟

Thank you so much for working with me on these, and for the perseverence to get all three of them done!

Other posts with Din and Boba (and Din)

[thatdelusionalnerd]

some of the best lines of npmd

not in any order, just the ones I remembered first

M’bahbeque

Everyone’s got their secrets, and this one’s mine - I love Jesus 🥺

My titties are tenderized 😡

She’s bisexual and she’s dead where else do you think she’d be

Did you just throw your hand between the hammer and the phone

You and Steph? It’s a fantasy. Just like a boy and his anime love pillows

Oh it’s all right Grace! -Don’t comfort her she’s fucking weird

NONO this is like the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me

Mom will you pass the butt stuff

No we’re gonna be cool beans let’s keep these beans cool 

I AM GOD GOOO NIGHTHAWKS

We understand you and we support you but you fucking reek man

I love being alive! (This isn’t my favorite because it’s so tragic but that’s why I put it here)

I WANT SOME HOT WATER AND MAKE IT STRONG 🤬

we don’t give a shit about your phone

[anomura]

just thinking about bucky mourning gale while sitting on his seat

[theethoslab]

Absolutely losing my mind over Scar’s stream today

He was already talking to Etho while catching ocelots

Joel logs in and Scar immediately asks if Etho wants to go visit him

We get so many Etho lore crumbs (although he doesn’t fully confirm anything except having stubble and trying to get rid of 2 extra house generators)

They hang out for like 2 hours doing nothing hut chatting

Eventually Scar leaves but forgot that he left his ocelots at Etho’s because he was so excited about boat boys that he never brought them home

[bromcommie]

but genuinely I will never stop thinking about the museum scene. like it's upsetting in all the obvious setup-to-the-plot-twist ways, but more than that: the quietness of Steve’s presence vs. the booming grandiosity of the exhibit itself. The question of whether he had been previously (my guess would be yes) and if so, what a morbid, ghost-like ritual to perform just in order to cling to your memory, to remind yourself that it was real. What a blunt, reductive manifestation of not only everything you’ve lost, but the fact that your life and memory have become so entrenched a part of the public domain to the point that you’re viewed as about as much of a person as any one dusty item in that exhibit; the fact that you can’t access any of your world outside of yourself unless it’s through about a dozen second-hand, funhouse mirror narratives not only entirely co-opted by war but also tailored to fit a certain purpose. This one very public fucking horrific way to keep torturing yourself is one of your only remaining tethers to what you remember of your life. I mean. jesus christ steve

[ardate]

Every Boromir hater makes my enormous love for him grow stronger. Sorry you couldn't understand him, I get him tho and we're holding hands and the whole of Gondor is laughing at you

[luminique]

Hey, it’s the nosebleed anon again! I’m here with more worms!

Imagine knowing lighter in his competitive fighter era…

You’d patch him up after matches, help him calm down if he saw too much blood. Watched him go from the bottom to the top.

And then one day, after he’s done it all, he leaves. He says he’s going to find greener pastures, but promises to meet you again someday. And then later; maybe weeks, months, or years later. You meet him again, as the SoC’s Champion. And he still has the biggest crush on you that he finally has the confidence to confess to you… OUGH

ANON THE VISION IS VISIONING !!!

he’d look for you during every match, making sure your eyes were on him. the underground fights were more for money, for those who had no other choice. at the time, lighter didn’t have any other choice but knowing you were in the crowd, cheering him on, made every bruise worth it.

but before he even made it to that point, he was barely climbing through the ranks. in the beginning, it was all for winning some extra dennies. then he went through his first loss and it came crumbling down on him. the blood running down his face, his hands were red and all he saw was red. his heart was thumping, a sharp pain in his head followed by a heavy fall to the ground was the last thing he remembered.

you rushed over to him when everyone else just stared at his body. immediately tending to him, bringing him to a safe zone, trying your best and hoping this wasn’t actually the end. after a while, his eyes slowly opened. his green iris and red pupils zeroing in on you as he tried sitting up. your face showed… worry? relief? he couldn’t tell, it was blurry but he knew it was you. it could only be you.

it was a few fights after this that he decided to move on from this life. it wasn’t worth seeing you concerned over his wellbeing, he didn’t want you to worry like that. without saying much, he packed up his things and left, whispers of his name followed behind him as his rivals found his departure strange, almost cowardly.

he made it clear that he didn’t want to recall his past, hence cutting off almost all sorts of connections with the ember arena. yet here he was, sitting at the other edge of the bar while you were chatting with burnice. would you still remember him? does his name haunt you like how your face and voice haunted him all this time? he loosens the red scarf on his neck, maybe you’ll remember why he has it in the first place.

even from afar, he feels something warm in his chest. maybe it’s the drink… maybe its the heat… you used to nag at him for not treating wounds right and not letting them heal. well now there’s a wound in his heart and he hopes you could patch that up.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Been thinking about the X-Files recently. A show I have a hazy, but fond memory of.