#where have u been all my life

[destroyingeverythingold]

[justremuslupininamask]

I was today years old when i found out that there exists a death note MUSICAL

[supercrazyangel4]

omg i tried on black eueshadow finally and it looks soooo good…

[yourfaveanon]

Oh yeah, he's definitely done something scandalous. One of my friends is in his friend group and well...he knows SOME stuff about him...you know like, *that kind of stuff*

OMFG TELL ME

HIS FRIEND GROUP?? WHAT IS THAT LIKE I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE

[padfootastic]

can’t help but think of how, if we choose to go by sirius’ characterisation as a private, arrogant teen who only lets a select few into his circle, sirius’ post-azkaban life just have been such an utterly humiliating experience for him.

especially OoTP. when he has all these near strangers in his childhood house, that he hated and loved and ran away from and couldn’t ever escape. if he spent his entire pre-azkaban existence building a cold and aloof persona, not letting people know what his home life had been like, then to have all of these people get a front row seat to it because of kreacher and portrait walburga’s shenanigans must have been near unbearable. to have the entire order, including snape whom he disliked and mistrusted, hear the kinds of names he’s being called.

not only does he have to deal with the retraumatisation of his childhood, but also the fact that he’s flayed open for everyone to see. it’s not only his freedom, innocence, dignity that has been snatched from him but his privacy also. it’s such a cruel thing to experience, on top of everything else.

to have literal children, his godson who he has been kept away from all this while, whom he presumably wants to be able to look up to him, to have him see into the deepest parts of his soul. to have to be so weak in front of him. not only is he subjected to such vileness but he also cannot do anything about it.

sirius has not had a moment of peace in all the time we knew him. it is indignity upon indignity that is heaped onto him. every other character has gotten a moment of respite but him. it fully breaks my heart.

[louismygf]

some louis tomlinsons i never posted ^_^

[rox-of-iu]

ayoo guess who finally sat down and caught up with cultivate B)

is me. so you know what that means.

spoiler warning for cultivate ch 30-37

there was actually.... more things i wanted to draw but I already did so many I had to physically restrain myself hfsjkkdh anyway yes can you tell i love this fic very much

yet once again. cultivate by the wonderful @neonghostcat

[starscreamingg]

Detroit Become Human and why does this game decide that the problem in society is individual people treating androids poorly because those androids are choking them out of the workforce and NOT the corporations and governments who deliberately designed the androids to do this

[wlwhq]

georgia focused in on every move the woman was making, tuned in to every creak of the floor as she approached. this one was going to be fun to play with, the innocence emitting from her was intoxicating. "don't be sorry." she corrected, a warm hand coming up to take one of elle's in her own. georgia had always been fascinated by humans - how soft they were, how malleable. this one was no different. idly turning elle's hand in her own, georgia's nails lightly scratched her inner wrist as she spoke.

"surely you remember the incantation you cast yesterday, no?" granted, for anyone on set, the words in question were just throwaway lines that went unresearched in the writers' room. for georgia, they were a beckoning, especially when spoken with truth by this naive thing. in front of a camera or not, it made no difference to the demon. "and surely you don't go around reciting greek prose that you don't know or mean. you called me here to take what's mine. do i need to spell it out for you?"

elle immediately thought that perhaps she’d gotten a little too drunk at the party last night and that she’d accidentally invited someone over without remembering. after all, the woman on her bed seemed like the kind of woman the blonde would see from across the room and then pine over all night without having the nerve to make a move. that was the part that confused her. she’d never ever built up the courage to show her interest in anyone at all. her cast-mates were making fun of her for it – of course she was perfectly fit to play the final girl when she was still a virgin at twenty-three. "sorry," she said softly, approaching the bed. she wasn’t sure if she should stand or sit – so she opted for standing until the green-eyed woman explained herself. "i don’t mean to be rude, but i’m just a little confused…" 

[djevelbl]

GUESS WHO I'M DRAWING NOOOOWWWWW~!!!!

[rivscribbles]

[once-in-a-half-life]

hm. so it turns out I've been using the rocket launcher wrong in hl2. you're supposed to point the laser where the rocket needs to go... 🤯

no wonder I was struggling so hard with the gunships and striders on my first playthrough skjdjdsk

[hellfire--cult]

I can indeed feel all the kisses

All over my body

I LOVE U TOO GHOSTY BBY

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

roe i love you so much i love you so fuckin much i’m giving you so many kisses can you sense all my kisses over this screen rn??

and did i mention i love you? cause i doooooo

[strawberrystepmom]

years ago kim cattrall did an interview and said that she doesn’t want to be in a situation for even an hour where she doesn’t enjoy herself and i was journaling this morning and thinking of it bc she is so correct for this

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[evocatiio]

if chibnall was the one writing this season you lot would be talking VERY differently