#to themself

[gayofthefae]

The pacing of the ily speech is like if in season 1 Mike had kissed El and then invited her to live with him and go to the Snow Ball. You don't care anymore, do you? We already had the good part, now it's over and there's no momentum. And no matter ends up meaning losing steam.

[apairofpants]

Me: alright see you next week for the new chapter

MC: okay so you're working on it, right?

Me: *reading other ppls works* Huh?

[bantambookeater]

Testing testing 1 2 3....

OH. You can send asks to yourself. huh.

[butchdykekondraki]

8k+ note butch lucifer

[dano-or-not]

I find it really wonderful and comforting that Mob Psycho 100 is so inherently optimistic, even though its main message, “you are not special” sounds so mean at face-value. Being special means that something matters more than something else of the same category. Being special at baking? Great! Being special at math? Super! Being special at bodybuilding? Neat! Having so many people have such unique special abilities is what makes the world work. But having a special ability doesn’t mean that someone who doesn't match your special ability matters less than you. You can't be special for simply existing, because that would mean someone else isn't. You aren't special because you inherently matter.

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[shreddheir]

The new Acht art is a parallel of their first album cover I’m gonna CRY.

I’m frustrated that the only posts of mine that get reblogs are low effort. Please go look at my art.

[akanemnon]

Kick that cupid to the curb!

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[rainbowscones]

Boo! Will you give them candy?

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[were-changing-cake-vaults]

This is the funniest screenshot from the charity stream I think. The fucking LAYERS of it. Joe’s content smile. Iskall’s stance of defeat. Skizz watching like a proud dad at a football game. False taking blackmail photos. Excellent image 10/10

[tsuutarr]

The hero didn’t really think much of you when he first saw you. After all, you're just a pretty little saint that grew up with praise inside the gleaming walls of a church, never knowing any suffering. He doubts you’ll be able to keep up with him during his journey to save the world.

All of his initial disdain for you disappears when he begins his journey with you. You’re funny, you’re kind, you’re generous. Your healing ability from the gods isn’t the only thing that seems to heal him – just your presence, just your laugh, just you. You make life – his journey – a little more bearable.

So how – how could they? You’re his light, you’re his everything, and yet… They want to sacrifice you? That’s why you were chosen to be his partner for his trip? And you’re just standing there, unwilling to fight your fate.

“I’m okay with disappearing,” you murmur, wiping his tears away with hands that are turning to stone. “If I can save your life with my own, then I’m satisfied.”

But he’s not. He’s not satisfied, not when you’re not by his side. When he sees you turn to stone, your skin replaced with beautiful white marble, he vows to do anything to bring you back to his side. 

Using the power of the gods, he turns back time again and again and again so he can save you – so he can be with you.

But you meet the same fate over and over and over again. Again and again and again.

…Then who cares? Who cares about this shitty world when it’s without you?

The next time you return to consciousness, the world is in disarray, covered in murky fog and the smell of blood. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled into a warm embrace.

“You’re alive…” the hero says, hugging you close. His warmth is suffocating. “Yes… I should’ve done this from the start instead of turning back time…”

“W… what’s happening?” you ask, heart feeling too heavy, like stone, in your chest. “What did you do…?”

“Nothing, everything, anything.” He nuzzles your neck, savoring your warmth. It sends chills down your spine. “Anything to have you by my side. Even if it means destroying the world.”

[starlitmeadows]

family sketches

[vamprisms]

i do hate that the frequency of boring relatable protagonists has caused many readers to become affronted when met with a protagonist with like different values and interesting flaws. like ok be mad at that literary device like it's a real person. i am eating them though

[four-pointed-leaf]

happy pride month