#somebody help him

[minecraft-sideblog-tm]

Scar updating us on Grian's Fishing Crisis™ is my favorite thing on twitter currently

[groovyskulls]

sun lay down comfortably challenge impossible

[formulaheart]

I know Marius gets a lot of hate for everything he does but he deserves more credit because if i was kicked out of my house by my grandfather (who's an enormous prick) (and the only family i have) and had to live in a crusty sketchy apartment by myself and learn like 5 languages to pay for rent and school and then finally found a group of friends (family) united by a cause that i actually believed in (or at least i believed in them) only for every single one of them to die and for me to survive leaving me by myself with MY GRANDFATHER i wouldn't survive a week even to start.

[theonethatyoudreamon]

poor bloke is dissolving

[regulusbaitola]

hello snape nation

just a simple sketch 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[hot-coco]

His foot got tangled in the Venetian cord

[accio-sriracha]

*The Marauders sitting at breakfast one morning*

James: *trying to play it cool* Y'know, you'd be amazed what the power of a silencing charm can do.

Wolfstar:

Peter: *literally shaking* WILL YOU GUYS PLEASE START USING THEM

[namelessexistence]

My boy, The Voice of The Broken

[g00seg1raffe]

Y'all the worldbuilding is getting intense rn, I'm having so many thoughts, because Elrond is a mosaic of dozens of different people, so many facets and multitudes, and different people see different things in him. People see his starry grey eyes and dark hair and hear his Voice and think of Lúthien, think of Maglor. They see his braids and attribute it to Turgon’s preference for traditional styles rather than that well-known Fëanorian obsession. His gracious courtly manners are from Melian or Idril, though clearly taught by Maedhros, who learned from Finwë. His skills and wisdom and bearing are clearly passed down from any or all of the 20+ different kings, queens, lords and princesses he is associated with. He dances like Lúthien and Idril. He is as courageous as Fingon and Beren and Eärendil, as fierce in battle as Fingolfin and Maedhros and, Eru forbid, Fëanor. He speaks archaic Quenya, just like the Gondolindrim, if only one ignores the Fëanorian accent. His giggle is Elwing’s, birdlike and odd; his laugh is rich and merry like Finwë’s; that half-despairing chuckle is Beren’s; the endearingly awkward titter is Finarfin’s; the exhilarated whoop is Fingon’s; the manic mid-battle cackle is Fëanor through and through. He fights left-handed like Eärendil and Maedhros, plays the harp right-handed like Fingon and Finrod and Maglor; he can write with either hand, producing a spindly scrawl with his left (so like Maedhros, so like Elwing) and authoritative calligraphy with his right (so like Fëanor, so like Thingol). His eyes are the chasm of the heavens - he gets that from Melian - but did Maeglin not also inherit his piercing gaze from Aredhel? He has his father’s jaw and his mother’s hair, or was it Turgon’’s jaw and Finwë’s hair, or maybe those angular bones came from fair Nimloth and the little flick of a curl at his temple from Beren. In certain lights he’s the spitting image of Thingol - or was it Fingolfin? The tilt of his wrist is as bird-like and fragile as Dior’s, as graceful and deliberate as Idril’s. His cheeks dimple when he smiles, just like Fingon, and his eyes crease when his face softens with fondness, just like Tuor, who looks little like Haleth but in moments like this. When he’s concentrating, the furrow of his brow is Thingol’s and the lip between his teeth is Beren’s, who took after Bëor. That eyebrow raise brings to mind 15 different people, all of them dead. One may look at Elrond and see a lost loved one in his profile, until the light shifts just slightly and he becomes the one who killed them, before he turns his head just so and suddenly looks like a complete stranger. Elrond is a Silmaril of ghosts, each facet a memory, love and terror and awe and joy and grief reflected and refracted upon one another again and again, radiant, hypnotic, infinite.

[schleen-machine]

I caved and made a Courier OC. Utterly devastated. His name is Woodstock, but pretty much everyone calls him Boy Scout. He drinks irradiated pond water

His ass does not look like the in-game courier at all but shh I’m taking creative liberties

[pixelatedraindrops]

he’s so dizzyboy coded i love him

*thud*!

[officialbruciewayne]

ooc. Bruce talking about his very obvious, and long-term squish on his best friend

I am still deciphering the data and planning on my next logical step.

[puhpandas]

when u think about it oswald is doomed by the narritave because the only happy ending implied as canon is the one where he stays behind in Hurricane and helps jeff make the pizza place a nice place to go aka help the down get revived even tho it's not what's best for him. hes forced in canon to stay behind and revive the town that's home to the tragedy he was chosen to see fucking visions of and therefore keep the home of the freddys franchise alive😭

[electric-drms]

no thoughts head empty

[scrunckled-idiot]

Hi mama :D

Can.. can I get t-posing Soldier plez

:]

of course my darling girl :)

*g-mod ragdoll sound*

[galaxy-shapeshifter]

I love Roy so much. He's the prime example of an emotionally neglected child who becomes a very overboard dad.

HIS DAUGHTER HAS AN OWIE!! SHE NEEDS A DOCTOR!