#starts CRYING AND SOBBING

[jadelemonadee]

how i feel not having discord

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#You Know What That Is? Growth

[gio-cosmo]

My p3r preorder has arrived and yet I cannot play it bc all my younger siblings are home and are using the tv….💔 I’m seriously gonna have to wait until nighttime to play it for the next SEVERAL days 😞

[moonlightmagical]

i think if anything happens to doug meat i might genuinely lose my mind.

[kelin-is-writing]

How… Do I recover from this…?

[tributeofasgard]

abstract (psychopomp) by hozier is definitely one of my most favourite songs ever written, but I can’t listen to it without having a complete emotional meltdown. like. the rawness and the pure humanity in those lyrics. the love and the pain, the choiceless devotion to something fleeting, which you know won’t make it through the night, but to something you feel for, with, nonetheless. something you, as a Human, have no choice but to love.

it’s just simply a lyrical and emotional masterpiece and I’ve been extremely normal about it for more than a year now.

[jpeg-anachronism]

Me: I just want to see Capcom acknowledge that Vergil went through a traumatic experience as Nelo Angelo.

VoV:

Me: Wait hang on I didn't mean it

VoV:

Me: FUCK STOP I'M SORRY

VoV:

Me: MAKE IT STOP

[arthursfuckinghat]

I know I've shown it before but I can't stop looking at this picture and smiling to myself without thinking about the fact that Charles taught Arthur how to use a bow.

And not just any bow - Charles' own bow. Even with the rough circumstances they were in at the time, Charles was still patient enough to teach Arthur how to use the bow efficiently. He didn't make fun of Arthur's skill level, he didn't criticize him, he didn't shout or yell at him afterwards, Charles simply guided Arthur and let him learn at his own pace.

If you shoot the deer but it doesn't die? He still helps you. If you miss completely? He still helps you and encourages you to try again. If you need to track down the deer again? He will still help you. He will still help Arthur. This wasn’t just a lesson in hunting; it was a moment of trust and respect.

Charles knew that Arthur was perfectly capable with a gun, but he still taught him an incredibly valuable life skill that day - a skill Arthur eventually honed.

[ama-a93]

☀️🌙

[oliviadempseyart]

The way it sounds like he says I’m free before he starts sobbing gets me every time

Digital commissions:

Sketch ✍️ | Painting 🎨

[your-royal-momoness]

Zuko, hungover: please tell me I’m imagining that I claimed I was the king of all the turtleducks

Sokka: I would, but then I’d be lying to the King of All Turtleducks

[suntails]

progression

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Polin + Parallels, Callbacks, & Foreshadowing (Seasons 1-3)

[bernard-the-rabbit]

Zuko and Aang being besties ft an emotionally repressed Zuko

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[1960sdreamm]

[jesuistrestriste]

here to say ily your brain is beautiful and i’ve been thinking about art donaldson’s mile wide mommy kink literally all day…….. half the time he’s so fucked out he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it, he just needs his mommy so bad <33

fawn UR brain is beautiful oh em gee im giggling

art is legitimately thee most depraved boy ever when he’s got your fingers inside him (curling and playing with all his special spots), or your perfect hole wrapped around his useless cock, or your strap fucking into him with each harsh roll of your hips <3 his blonde curls bouncing and sticking to his forehead + his temples while he drools and lets his eyes roll back into his head ..

and when the word “mommy” slips off his tongue like honeyed silk, but with the slight tang and bitterness of his embarrassment, it makes it all the more satisfying when you realize how much of a mess he really is for you.

all for you. only for you.

and art’s moaning it like a whore, too. his cheeks burning bright pink with shame that only fuels his arousal, pearly beads of precome dripping from his parts. it’s truly a sight to behold.

you reach down and pull back on a handful of his hair, forcing his head back. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and whines, and he just looks up at you with the most desperate expression ever.

please love me.

please touch me.

please kiss me.

please fuck me.

please don’t leave me.

but all he can muster out through the orgasmic haze fogging up his brain is—

“oh, mommy… mommy.. m-mommy… gonna come..”

at least you don’t expect him to be smart when you’re mercilessly pulling climax after climax from his convulsing cock.

he’s grateful for that.

he’s grateful for you.

“mommy… love you.. please..”