#y’all sleep on this

[fearless-franklin]

It was the best time… our time…

I never lied, you made up your mind…

You will never be mine…

[et-in-arkadia]

aziraphale and crowley try to perform the tiniest most unobservable fraction of a miracle together and they end up producing a massive burst of power so astonishing in scope that it sets off alarm bells in heaven where it can be seen as an enormous purple beam and radiates with a force twenty-five times the energy needed to raise someone from the dead. we’re told only an archangel could perform an act of such earth-shaking consequence which again is the result of them trying to exert their abilities in the subtlest way possible so can you imagine what they’re going to be like in bed? talk about the second coming. in this essay i will

[l3viat8an]

*points at ur pussy* are u gonna finish that? *tummy growls really loud*

[aziraphalalala]

What if it’s 4am and you can’t stop thinking about two ageless eldritch horrors divorce-kissing? What then?

[midnightsslut]

my initial interpretation of the album is that there are two parallel storylines: one is about her insanity (her rebound) and the other is about what got her there (the demise of her relationship). the album tries to prove that the former was not real love. he simply gave her the attention she craved while also being just as blue and self-sabotaging as her ex. the storylines converge halfway through the album, and the rest of the songs discuss her grief, rage, perseverance, and ultimate acceptance through gritted teeth.

[veggiemist]

I have nothing to offer for Halloween so have this instead

Click for better quality omg

My pookie bear

[eiraeths]

ghost: [kicks soap’s ass in a spar]

soap: y’know this is why weight classes are a thing. this was poised against me from the start

ghost: you begged me until i gave in?

soap: yeah cause it’s hot, not cause i wanted my ass handed to me

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

✨ Sleepiest fucking girl on the planet ✨

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

speedpaint

reference!! by nelson boren

[theronanlynchshow]

making one of these bc i’m bored

5 notes and I’ll look at my summer reading assignment (done)

10 notes and I’ll post another chapter of my hamilton fanfic (Chapter will be posted this week, hopefully)

20 notes and i’ll ask my parents about getting a pride flag for my room (I have asked but not been answered so idk)

40 notes and I’ll clean my room (almost done)

80 notes and I’ll actually do my summer reading assignment (i read the book, still need to do the packet) (ugh this actually sucks sm)

160 notes and i’ll do a face reveal (done)

320 notes and I’ll do a room reveal (i’ll post later this week)

640 notes and I’ll bleach my hair

1280 notes and i’ll try to actually get a regular sleep schedule

only 5 per person please

[grimalkenkid]

“The Kind of Person I Wanted Back Then��

(Had a burst of inspiration thanks to @havanillas art of Aventurine with a baby, so have this angsty-yet-hopeful Drabble! Enjoy?)

Aventurine knew his place; he was a tool for the Strategic Investment Department to deploy in situations deemed too risky or underhanded for any of the other Stonehearts. He was basically disposable, a pawn who was nevertheless useful if he could turn the tides at a pivotal moment. So it came as little surprise when Diamond sent him to once again “offer” the IPC’s aid to a particularly stubborn border planet that refused to ally with the Amber Lord against the Antimatter Legion.

Even from orbit, Aventurine saw the scorched craters where once-thriving cities stood, though the sight couldn’t hold a candle to the devastation he witnessed firsthand in his opinion. Of course, he would offer his sympathies or condolences when he met with their leader, but he wouldn’t sugarcoat anything. If Diamond thought a gentle touch would get through their thick skulls, then he would’ve sent Topaz.

The negotiation went about as well as expected. Their leader was a tough, old soldier, determined to maintain his people’s independence. However, Aventurine had seen enough of the crumbling masonry and hastily-set tents along the outskirts to sense the cracks in the man’s resolve.

“Give the IPC a controlling share in the planet’s geothermal energy market, and you’ll have the Preservation’s protection.” The words burned his tongue, bitter and acrid.

Like they should have protected the Avgin…

Aventurine left the meeting having given the leader a few offers to ponder and many possibilities to chew on. He was certain they’d come around and agree to the IPC’s terms. Eventually, everyone did.

There were few casinos still operating within the city, having lost most of their clientele to leisure activities less reliant on luck. A shame, Aventurine thought, and so he returned to the small space-port, texting Stelle to pester her into playing online poker. They were two hands deep when a laser-scorched shuttle made an abrupt landing nearby.

Dozens of injured civilians and soldiers rushed out. Aventurine hung back, keeping out of their way as they undoubtedly hurried to the nearest hospital or, more likely, a first aid kit. He tried not to think of how powerless he was right then. For all his wealth, he couldn’t actually protect anyone. Only the IPC could wield that kind of power, and he was little more than their puppet.

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Aventurine tried to turn his attention back to his game, but a lone figure lagging behind the rest of the refugees caught his gaze first. It was a small child, his awkward gait a sign that he had just barely learned to walk. He stumbled about aimlessly, his wide eyes watery and darting everywhere. Before a single thought formed in his head, Aventurine had already pocketed his phone and strode over to the confused child.

The instant the child saw Aventurine approaching him, he abandoned his wandering and stumbled as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the only adult who even seemed to notice him. Aventurine knelt down in front of the kid, his heart nearly stopping as he saw his eyes clearly, with the distinctly two-colored irises of a Sigonian.

“Where are your—?” Aventurine started, but his question would have to wait as the kid slammed into his chest, clawing at his waistcoat and sobbing as only a frightened child could.

Whatever questions Aventurine had could wait. He slowly brought his hands up and wrapped the poor kid in an awkward hug. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who offered comfort, shouldn’t be the one people trusted. Wasn’t supposed to be a person, just a tool, a pawn. And yet this kid was clinging to him like a lifeline. The least Aventurine could do was give him reassurance in return.

He patted the kid’s head, speaking softly until his tears dried and his breathing grew steady. Only then did Aventurine lift him into his arms, whispering a comforting lie as he returned to the city,

“Now, let’s go find your parents.”

Hours later, and Aventurine had the answer he’d known all along. The kid’s parents were dead, and no one would take him in. Of course they wouldn’t; why would anyone take in a Sigonian? To do so would be asking to invite a future thief and liar into one’s house.

But Aventurine was already a liar. A murder. A loser.

As the kid fell asleep in his arms, Aventurine returned to his ship, shutting himself away from the prying eyes of his subordinates. He sat down in the first chair he saw and finally let his own tears fall.

“I’ll take care of you,” he swore with all the kindness and tenderness that remained in his scarred heart. “I won’t leave you to fend for yourself. I’ll protect you… I promise.”

And he meant it.

[macabreblublu]

“So Darling Will You Saturate”

Been a while since my last post💀

And I started this piece in- July ☠️ college has kept me Busy and I haven’t gotten much personal art done but when I do, I procrastinate and trouble myself even more

Anyways lads, may I present:

✨iii Sleep Token✨

Alts:

[superherotiger]

CANON IRONDAD REFERENCE?? IN 2024??!! SOMEBODY HOLD ME I AM SCREEEEAMING RN

[tonguetyd]

Sometimes when I’m sad, I just watch the video of poor iv falling off stage, and then suddenly I’m not so sad anymore

[nomsfaultau]

“I like who I am now! Probably more than who I was. But that doesn’t mean he was bad.”

This line chokes me up. The distance of calling your past self with a third person pronoun, marking how far you’ve come, the progress of healing simultaneously making the past seem foreign, distant. And yet at the same time there’s this unending grace for that past self, giving mercy to a younger you for being hurting and scared and lashing out. Looking back having grown so much it can be easy to loath that distant, other you. But instead you show that past you kindness he because he wasn’t given kindness then, either.

Giving mercy to something imperfect and aching just feels so right for the end of the dsmp. We can’t go back. But we can miss it, and forgive.

[ayphyx]

Fanart for @skelavender’s lovely fanfic series Fall into Place :3 (you can read it here on tumblr btw)

(Edit: I FORGOT MULDER’S RING AKIHABHIAOBIHAHBIOWHOIBWOWB OK I FIXED IT)