#thank you for sending in the ask!!

[vecnuthy]

🔀 jopper please or if they aren’t your thing Steddie please!

Thank you, Anna!! I can (hopefully) do Jopper 🤩 This paints a cool scene, especially if we keep the element of them taking so long to finally fall together. It's a proper au! This absolutely stunning song weaves such a vivid tapestry, and I'd be remiss to ignore it.

She couldn't do this anymore. Being in this place, surrounded by the same trees, the same fields, the same hills that reached tall and stretched far, blocking her from the sea where she belonged was literally killing her. She dealt with the little deaths for almost two decades, clinging to the life she had, the lives she'd created in her two children, but they had the same pallor in their eyes that she had long gotten used to.

But this wasn't a life she wanted for them. She had chosen this for herself, back when the opportunity arose. She'd found comraderie in the form of teens her own age, wanted a taste of the life that they led among air, rain, and cloud. To feel the soft grass on her feet and the brush of her hair - dry, frizzy, and full - against her skin. She fell for a boy who was kind and brash, moody like the coastal weather but warm like the fire on her hearth. And, god, did he glow. Smelled of tobacco and wood and musk and made her feel fizzy and light like the head of the ale he drank at the tavern after a day in the wood shop with his dad. She'd often brush the saw dust from his hair or his shoulders, marveling at how it got everywhere while playfully calling him a mess. He had kind eyes even while he gently pushed her away, telling her not to fuss through an uncharacteristically bashful smile.

But anything with James Hopper ended before it even started.

Another guy swept in, promised her security and belonging but slowly left her broken and abandoned with two kids and a cloud that never left her. And she was angry.

Angry at Lonnie for being a piece of shit.

Angry at the life she carved out with her bare hands, trying so hard to make it all fit right, only to manage to bring to kids into it who only knew the drudge of the town, the absence of their father, the pain and ungodly din of his presence when he came back.

She was angry at herself for leaving the ocean in the first place.

When her younger son almost died at the hands of other kids his age, fueled by hate and rumors, she decided it was enough. She left.

It had been almost twenty years since she felt the ocean on her skin, and it welcomed her back eagerly. Took in her kids as if they were its own, because they were.

They found belonging, going somewhere their father couldn't follow. Existing in a place he had always been terrified of, which made Joyce feel vindicated, finally feeling at peace in her own skin with the heavy weight of salt water pressing around her.

She would go ashore every now and then, mingle with the people and just walk around. She wondered if she would ever see him again, though — the boy who embodied a summer thundercloud and its warm rain that glittered in the sun as it fell. He — Hopper — was, obviously, a man now, who had made his own family established in that very same coastal town. He used his woodworking skills to build boats now.

And then, one day, she did see him.

His feet dangled over the pier as he ate an apple. His pants were rolled up over his calves, loose shirt rolled up to his elbows, and she knew that bearing through the mass of muscle he'd accumulated through a life of manual labor. She even recognized him behind the thick mustache he now wore. She thought it suited him.

He looked older. Looked tired. There was a weariness in the air around him.

Eventually, Joyce came to realize that he took a boat out every Tuesday, sailing it up and down the coast, loop it around a small island a mile out from the shore three times. She'd follow it, watching as he and the crew manned their stations, running quality checks.

She also picked up that he still visited a tavern, which is where she eventually reunited with him.

"You're a mermaid, aren't you," he stated, pulling deeply on a smoke in his mouth as Joyce stared in shock, trying to process what he said.

"I thought it was just my imagination at first. My mind dredging up old bones from the seafloor, but then they saw you too. Two weeks ago by Sattler Island. They thought you were a dolphin."

He took in her appearance, then added, "You look different. A good different though. I saw you once with him, and you looked like a shell of yourself."

"I was a shell of myself. Wait, was that a sea shell joke?" she quipped back, making him sputter into his cup with a choked laugh.

She caught him up to speed, told him why she left, about her sons, how well they'd been doing since leaving Hawkins, getting to experience the stories Joyce used to tell them firsthand. The friends they'd made. How they flourished.

And he listened, well into the night, apologized for not doing something about Lonnie. As if he could have.

As if she would've listened.

She learned that he was alone now. His daughter had died of smallpox years ago and left he and his wife with a grief so strong that it broke them apart.

They fell back into each other's lives, and, unwilling to let the other go again, made up for lost time. In the time after Jonathan and Will became settled, an opportunity came up for Hopper to sail for a while, just take off and go, so Joyce followed with him. They got a taste of how big the world could be. How clear and how murky, how angry and calm the sea was in various places. She was part of the sea, though, and amidst it with Hopper by her side, knowing that her kids were doing well, she never felt adrift again.

Send me a 🔀 with a pairing and I'll make an au based off of the first song in my shuffle

[muzzlemouths]

hey hey hey hellow! im too shy to go off anon but i wanted to say you look like a wonderful person and i wish you have happiness and fun for all this week (/^-^)/💖💖💖

UWAHHH...THANK YOU.. 💕

[engagemythrusters]

Hey!

So, I saw your posts about the Wrecker being dumb debate, and I just want to bring another side to it, if you don't mind? Respectfully, of course.

I have a sister. She's older than me, still lives at home, has a high school diploma, is working under the poverty line, and she has a learning disability.

I, on the other hand, am younger, live in my own apartment, have a bachelor's degree, work in the middle class, and do not have a learning disability.

For my whole entire existence, I have watched people call my sister "dumb" because she struggled in school. She had trouble with math, spelling, and word comprehension. She tried her best, but she became easily overwhelmed and frustrated.

Eventually, she really started to believe she was dumb. That she was less than because my brother and I went to college and she didn't. That she was less than because she makes less money than my brother and I.

She became suicidal just because people called her dumb. It may just be a word, but words hold a lot of power. I tried to convince her she wasn't dumb, but my words paled in comparison to the years of hearing it from others.

My heart broke for her. She was trying so hard, and still is! She can sing like an angel, she can imitate voices, and I've seen her do math in her head that I can't do. She's so smart, but after years of hearing the word "dumb," that's all she thinks she is.

So, in my heart, I don't think the fandom is trying to be ableist or push dumb people to the side. I think the issue with calling, or not calling, Wrecker dumb is based on a life-altering fact that calling someone dumb is hurtful and can leave deep-rooted and ingrained trauma.

Thanks for hearing me out ❤️

This is a very fair and (as I believe) correct viewpoint! I do think indeed language should be altered about how we talk about this kind of stuff. That's why I put the word "dumb" in quotations on my post--it's hurtful. It's cruel. I know because I went through it. I'm so sorry that your sister went through it too.

My issue with the posts is because those people are not focused on the verbage. They are instead quite degrading. I have seen so many posts, reblogged with echo chambers of "yeah he's just as smart as everyone!" which just reads as equivocating lack of so-called "smartness" to him being lesser-than. I have had enough of those posts. I am so sick and tired of them. He does NOT need to be "smart." It is okay if he isn't.

For those making those posts--why does he have to be "smart?" Hm? Would him being less intellegent, conventionally speaking, make him any less of an interesting character? Make him any less of a person?

So yes--I 100% agree with you here! Calling him dumb to call him dumb is horrible. Lack of the standard "smartness" does not deserve name-calling and derision. But that derision can also come from people who insist on him needing to be "smart." People need to be very careful about what they say regarding this manner.

[noodles-and-tea]

You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.

Ohh thank you :(((((

[sparklingchim]

excuse me, ms. Darly but could we get a short lwh!fam like this https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5a8Ngzt3Xg/?igsh=MTYydm1xamt0eXo2Mg==

pairing: dilf!jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook has a habit of snoring, and nabi had enough of it.

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

Nabi is a very clingy baby.

Very cuddly, too.

So most nights, she somehow finds her way into your and Jungkook’s bedroom.

It's almost like she has a sixth sense for when you're about to settle into bed, starting to cry and whine to get your attention.

And almost always, Jungkook comes back with Nabi cradled in his arms, her fake tears still glistening in her eyes as he carries her into bed.

You remind him that it's not good to let her get used to this habit, and he always defends it by saying he can't resist letting her sleep with you both. "Her big tired eyes melt me into letting her sleep with us."

Jungkook finally gets to experience firsthand what it means to turn putty at the sight of round, sparkly doe eyes.

And just as Nabi has a habit of wanting to sleep between her parents, Jungkook has a habit of snoring. Every night. Though he claims he doesn't snore as loudly when you complain and you always give him an incredulous look, snarling back, "how would you know?"

All three of you are cuddled up in bed, Jungkook’s snores richocheting off the walls as you're deep in sleep—except for Nabi.

She's squirming in bed, the covers getting pulled and tugged with the movements of her little body, which causes you wake up. Your eyes flutter open.

You just catch the moment when Nabi raises her tiny hand and smacks it against Jungkook’s cheek just enough to create a soft echo of the slap.

Jungkook's snoring comes to an abrupt halt.

He grumbles, shifting to adjust his position and escape whatever just hurt him, all while keeping his eyes closed.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him groggily scratch his cheek. Nabi's big, curious eyes drift to your smiling face, and she wriggles her way back to you.

"Good job, Nabi," you whisper, pulling her close. She snuggles into your side, her little fingers curling around your chest as she nestles in.

"Did she just hit me?" Jungkook mumbles, still half-asleep, his voice thick with confusion.

You laugh softly, brushing a hand through Nabi's silky hair.

"Your snores annoyed her," you say, giggling. "See, you are very loud."

"Nabi's ruthless," he huffs.

Jungkook cracks one eye open, glancing at the two of you cuddled up together.

"Traitor," he mumbles, pouting in mock betrayal. But he quickly switches back, leaning in to drop a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sorry, baby. Dad didn't mean to be so loud. I'll let you sleep now, yeah?"

Nabi lets out a little yawn, her tiny mouth stretching wide as she snuggles deeper into your side. The sight of her small, sleepy face and the way her eyelashes flutter as she fights to keep her eyes open melts both you and Jungkook.

Jungkook shifts to make more room, his arms wrapping around you and Nabi in a protective, cosy embrace.

You rest your head against Jungkook’s shoulder, the three of you nestled together in a perfect cuddle pile. As Jungkook’s breathing gradually synchronizes with Nabi’s, he kisses your forehead, his touch tender and loving.

"Love you, and I'm sorry."

"Love you, and it's okay," you whisper back.

[emilyartstudio-s]

STAR BOYS 🌟

[milk-lover]

Sobbing uncontrollably reading through a dissertation about the college experience of students with ADHD. It is like reading a report about my life that just says over and over "My experiences are real. My hardships are real. I am not lazy, I am not dumb. My struggles were not my fault, and they were not a moral failing. The failure was with the system, not with me."

Here's a line that got me in particular:

"Hotez et al.(2022) compared the health, academic, and non-academic capacities of a nationally representative sample of U.S. first-year college students with ADHD and without ADHD. Students with ADHD self-reported lower academic aspirations and more feelings of depression and overwhelm, ranking themselves lower in their general emotional health. The fact that students with ADHD scored in the highest 10th percentile for many non-academic traits, such as artistic ability, computer skills, creativity, public speaking, social confidence, self-understanding and understanding of others, compassion, and risk-tasking, suggests that this population has strengths that are frequently underappreciated in academia."

(the paper is a thesis called "Understanding the Collegiate Experience for Students With ADHD" by Gia Long, 2022)

[hootyhoowoo]

i saw a post about art reqs

i humbly ask for a happy white lotus Binghe bc he is my son and i lobe him

(thank you so much for doing art reqs ❤️❤️)

I think lotus Binghe would be happiest when he’s cooking for his Shizun c:

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[daily-dragon-drawing]

Hello, I really like your art, and I assume you’ve likely already made a fire dragon, but a picture I took reminded me of your dragon art. So I thought I’d send it anyway and see if you could make a dragon from it or link towards the post of the fire dragon if you’d already made one.

#107 - 火焰 (huǒyàn / flame) - Summon them with just a few dry sticks and a match! 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥

[peace-hunter]

Hi! I love your Ghost Primes with Optimus AU! It’s so good.

I have a question though, do the Decepticons know that Optimus can see the 13 prime ghosts or do they just get increasingly confused each time they fight?

Thank you for the lovely artwork!!

oh they Know something funky is going on for sure lmao

a little more serious answer: they can tell something is going on with optimus and they desperately want to pretend it's not. they don't want to know how he's aware of things he shouldn't be, how he knows stuff that should have long been forgotten, how he seems to be more familiar with them than he should be. how sometimes he speaks and it's like the dead are talking through him. how sometimes he will answer to empty air and somehow they can just tell what he's responding to. who he is talking to.

they Know. and they really, really want to pretend they don't.

they already carry the guilt of failing them once. the idea of doing it once more is unbearable and they'd rather deceive themselves than face it. they'd rather their friends stay dead and gone than think of them seeing what they've become.

haunted au

[3amfanfiction]

You wrote this about Simon: “At this lieutenant, already chewed up and spit out by the world. More scars than skin at this point. You wonder how many people only see the scars and not the shivering body underneath it, waiting for a soft touch.”

I’d LOVE to read more of this - i wanna be the one to offer him the soft touch he wants so badly, maaaan! He’s just so big n’ strong but i want to let him curl up against me while i pet him until he stops shivering

This came through at the perfect time. I had the desire to write but I was picking at all my wips half heartedly bc none of the them were what I wanted.

But this? This I wanted.

So thank you again and please enjoy 1.5k words of acclimatizing Simon to soft touches.

<33

Ask referencing this post.

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He scared you, the first time you saw him.

Not because of how big he was (tall, thick, muscular) or the look in his eyes (cold, dismissive, too watchful), not even because of the scars themselves (numerous, expansive, tragic).

It was because you knew any interaction would come across as a threat. He had that look in his eyes that said he'd seen the worst of what the world had to offer and he persisted through luck and spite equally. Now he was sat in front of you, too disciplined to let his skin shiver but hating being seen. Hating that you were looking.

When you met him it was through a friend of a friend sort of thing. One of your friends was seeing a Scottish boy and invited you out for drinks with them. You had no reason to say no so you found yourself sitting at a high-top doing your best not to bother the man sitting quietly to your right.

His gruff, Simon, during introductions was the only thing he had said in the last hour, content to sit quietly and watch. Almost outside of the group even though he was sitting at the same table. You made sure to include him when you were speaking to the group, your eyes darting to each person as you spoke, not leaving anyone out. But you made sure to never direct a hard question at him that required an answer. It was all, I bet you never have a problem seeing over the crowd. or I'll grab everyone a drink while I'm up or Sorry, I'll be out of your space in a moment, my jacket was getting a little warm.

He would look at you. Every time you spoke to him he wouldn't shy away from eye contact but that was where his involvement ended. Never a head nod or shake, never a verbal answer.

By the end of the night you were positive he didn't like you. He didn't dis-like you but he didn't like you, you were pretty sure. That was okay though. You'd done your best not to infringe on his space, not wanting to step on his toes. You thought you had done a good job all around and put it out of your mind, the interaction over and done with and no longer needing to be reviewed.

What you never realized was Simon's shoulders lowered a whole inch throughout the course of the night.

\\\

You called your friend out on the number of times she invited you to hang out with Johnny and Simon, flat out asking if she and Johnny were trying to set you and Simon up through subtle double-dating.

"No!" She leaned forward grabbing your hand, her eyes looking earnestly into yours, "I promise it's not like that. Johnny told me he's pretty much all Simon has. Well, their team is. So they're always together when they're home. I don't want Simon to feel like a third wheel or left out or anything."

And you believed her. This was one of her strong suits, always looking out for others. That's probably why you two got along so well, a pair of givers, the both of you. And she had a point. The idea of Simon sitting awkwardly with the other two as his only companions made something twist in your stomach. You didn't want that for him.

So you kept seeing Simon and you kept doing your best to give him space but include him at the same time. You were shocked the first day he spoke to you but the fact that it was a bad joke made a sort of perfect sense.

"What's the best way to carve wood?"

You looked over at him in shock that this was what he chose to break the ice with. At the same time you were delighted and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of Simon telling you a joke. A bad one by the sound of it.

"How?"

"Whittle by whittle."

"That was absolutely terrible."

He smiled to himself if his eye crinkles had anything to say about it. That giddy feeling bubbling up inside you was getting unsettlingly big right about now. You looked at the ground and bit your lip to keep from a cheesy grin of your own breaking out.

Before you knew it he had no problem speaking to you. While never particularly verbose, he would respond to comments directed towards him, offer his opinion if options were offered, and kept telling awful jokes.

You were hopelessly charmed.

You broke your own rules and reached for him first.

You were sat next to him on a bench, the sun setting and the evening air cooling further. He had told you another one of his god-awful jokes when you unthinkingly swatted out with your hand, brushing his arm. His muscles jumped and his arm tensed right before you made contact as if bracing for a hit. An involuntary reaction to someone reaching for him. It was a horrifying realization.

You sobered quickly and your chuckle died off awkwardly. You turned to face forward, looking out at the street, watching for any sign of your friend or Johnny who had stepped into the store for a quick moment leaving you and Simon to find a bench while you waited. You hoped that if you didn't draw attention to it then your faux pas would pass unmentioned.

You let out a relieved sigh when Simon continued with another comment, not taking your overstepping to heart. By the time the other two had rejoined you the whole situation was forgotten, water under the bridge. You didn't think of it again until it was the end of the night with everyone about to go their separate ways.

When you said goodbye to Simon he said it back, reaching out to brush his hand down your arm in return in almost the exact same spot as where you'd touched him earlier.

Your heart skipped a beat before picking up a double pace. You couldn't help but beam at him, a wide grin splitting your face even as he grunted and turned away, likely embarrassed by your show of emotion.

Today had been a good day after all.

You thought you had ruined it for a moment there, thankful when Simon seemed to brush past it. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate in the same manner though.

Maybe he really did like hanging out with you. You never doubted it for a second.

\\\

It took time–a slow steady build to where you ended up, curled up on the couch together with Simon laying on top of you. You both had your tops off to bask in a little skin-to-skin time.

You'd been together for a few months at this point and it was like night and day to compare him to the Simon you met all that time ago. This one couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. It was a slow warm-up to get past his walls in a way that wasn't upsetting to either of you. Soft touches that slowly built, leading to hand holding, to hugging, to kissing, to this.

You dragged your fingers slowly up his back, fingertips catching on raised scar tissue before continuing on, ever moving. He hummed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his face when you switched from fingertips to nails, gently scratching the skin.

You loved spending time like this, feeling Simon melt into you, eager for every touch he could get. If you were sitting still and Simon was in the vicinity you could bet that he would be pressed against your side before too much time had passed. Eager for the soft caresses you always had for him.

He was starved for touch and you wanted to feed him.

So you offered, again and again in the beginning–most times with no luck, to let him touch you. On the couch watching TV? Your arms would open, inviting a hug when he walked by. At the table? Your head was tilting up for a kiss if he wanted one. Passing each other in the hallway? You'd raise your hand and hold it in front of you, letting him press his big barrel chest into your palm if he wanted.

It was a slow acclimatization that brought you to today and the taste was all the sweeter for the time you had poured into it.

You lifted a hand to drag it through the spiky hairs at the back of his head, enjoying his groan of contentment. It sounded like he was already halfway asleep and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this spot for a while.

Might as well settle in and get comfortable. You familiarized him to gentle touches, now he was insatiable for them. He would be consuming them from you greedily for as long as you offered.

[awesomefringey]

Hi Sabine if you could please spread this, this account lists all the memorials planned for Liam across the world and regularly updates them, for those who wish and are able to attend https://x.com/HS_News_/status/1847077799942934740

Sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

LIAM PAYNE MEMORIAL

Europe:

🇬🇧 London | October 20 - 2pm | Hyde Park

🇬🇧Liverpool | October 19 - 2pm | Docks on keel wharf bridge

🇬🇧 Glasgow | October 20 - 2pm | Sir Walter Scott Statue in George Square

🇬🇧 Manchester | October 20 - 6pm | Cathedral Gardens

🇬🇧 Birmingham | October 20 - 4pm | Chamberlain Square

🇧🇪 Brussels | October 19/20 - 2pm | Parc de Bruxelles

🇫🇷 Paris | October 20 - 2pm | Jardins des Tuileries

🇩🇪 Munich | October 20 - 3pm | Olympiahalle

🇪🇸 Madrid | October 20 - 3pm | Plaza de Santa Ana

🇸🇪 Stockholm | October 19 - 6pm | Svartensgatan 8

🇵🇹 Lisbon | October 27 - 6pm | Meo Arena, Oriente

🇮🇹 Milan | October 20 - 3pm | Piazza Duomo

🇺🇸 US:

Newark - Delaware | October 19 - 4pm | Glasgow Park

NYC | October 19 - picnic* at 11am and another event at 6pm | Washington Square Park

*Picnic RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/2WoJi0Onf8jWijlyFU8E

Boston | October 19 - 2pm | Boston Common

Chicago | October 19 - 2pm | Gather at Grandmother’s Garden outside of Lincoln Park Zoo

Los Angeles | October 19 - 4:30pm | La Cienaga** Park in Beverly Hills

**RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/P5qPcaZkgLizNYhzP0mm

South-America:

🇧🇷 São Paulo | October 27 - 2pm | Parque Ibirapuera

Oceania:

🇳🇿 Auckland | October 20 - 2pm | Freyberg Square

🇦�� Sydney | October 20 - 11am | Hyde Park (Memorial fountain)

Asia:

🇮🇳 Mumbai | October 20 - 5pm | Marine Lines, Opposite Pizza by the Bay

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EDIT: added Boston

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[sillygoofyqueer]

Silly fic idea for you:

SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates as a half-human half-crow-demon Phantom thief character.

He doesn’t want to steal from Bing-ge, but his System makes him, and naturally Bing-ge ends up obsessed. Bing-ge keeps luring him into traps with shiny things he just can’t help but want!!! Stupid crow impulses. (That he kinda wants to see Binghe again is irrelevant, obviously).

This is SUPER silly. Anon, this is so funny, I feel like I simply have to write this now oh my god. The idea that Bing-ge is confused at first, and he then sees this super handsome half bird-half human-demon thing and is like "man I need to get me more shiny things, I want to keep this fucker". ALSO, (I've heard that) crows are quite intelligent and start leaving presents as a response to getting fed or being given shiny things, so it could also be something where Shen Yuan starts having the urge to give Bing-ge things back after receiving all these shiny things (better if he doesn't recognise most of the traps as traps, mistaking Bing-ge for being a generous demon who doesn't need all of the shiny stuff he takes) and starts giving him shit like rocks and plants and the cool parts of beasts he fights... It also can be silly no matter when in the timeline this happens - it could be during the QJ peak arc where Shen Yuan sneaks around because he wants to see the awesome protagonist up close! The first time he steals something from Bing-ge, it's something super dumb like a particularly shiny rock or a coin that the boy left lying around, and Bing-ge's quickly like "??? The fuck just happened?" so he sets up a trap with the axe he uses for chopping wood (kind of rusty but still useable and particularly shiny). After that, it's chaos of trying to keep Shen Yuan the demon hidden while also stopping him from stealing other shiny things (cultivator's swords and such). Liu Qingge finds Shen Yuan trying to steal one of the swords he was gifted after saving a village and is also like "??? Kill?" It can also be after the Endless Abyss, when Bing-ge is like a demon lord and just has shiny stuff lying around. He throws it out occasionally and one day, while doing this, he notices a certain person swooping in and grabbing one of the shiny things. More antics ensue but I don't want to crash my laptop lmao (Which one would you rather me do, anon? Before the Endless Abyss, or after? Or both??) {part one! Part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven!} [This gorgeous fanart from @slurmdog that's making me go insane here] [More awe inducing fanart from @moonlightobsessions that has made me pass out here]

[potato-lord-but-not]

hi i hope you know the moisthur fanbase (me and like four other people) just went batshit insane over your most recent reblogs and tags,, anyway hope youre having a wonderful day :)

gather children for I have your meal.

I need it be shot for feeding into this.. but it’s too late now it’s been done. Sorry to everyone else except the five people who created this god forsaken ship.

also some Adora and John because well. it’s Adora cmon