I made a jif
Something about MoP Anduin with a knife just feels right idk why
Spoopy Season Safety
Oh my god reblog to save a me thank you
Reblogging even though it's way past Halloween bc this is an important reminder!
Stay away from anything with charcoal during this season if you are on ANY medication!!!
to be honest there has never been a fictional character i’ve actually wanted to date. like. i want them to date each other. i don’t want myself as a person to be involved in this scenario whatsoever. what would i add to this narratively? what’s my thematic purpose in the narrative? immersion breaking.
don’t hide this in the tags that’s exactly it
I don't have energy for writing a whole fic on this since i'm already on the pain of making a werewolf AU and this is just a short idea
SO WHAT IF Vash, years after the events of maximum, is still alive and thankfully not only that but thriving due to the lack of bounty (earth kind of gave up on going after him after so long) and decides he's going to try university for the first time. Everything is fine and nice, until one day the history lessons go to a very interesting subject: Vash the Stampede himself. He still isn't using his true name or has anyone that knows about him there. Now that he was an actual point of registered history he couldn't act like he wasn't hundreds of years old.
Because of this, not only he has to hear his own life story all wrong, but he has to hear other students go "There's no way these two weren't together" on the mention of Wolfwood or things like "yeah historians say they were good friends".
Poor guy wouldn't know if he wants to cry, hide in shame, both, or even more.
I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?
FINE! I'll do it myself
Why did 12 people reblog this today??? IT IS ONLY AUGUST!!!
happy spooky season
Might have started playing ffxiv and might have gotten obsessed with drawing my character and my husband's being a failure together
Reblog and put the species of the nearest stuffed animal
The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.
PLEASE read the notes people
This is gold
As a completely not cis kid that was constantly pushed into gender norms against my will I hated barbies and never played them... BUT there was this one time in school (I was a toddler, but believe me I remember it out of hatred) the teacher told me “you’re not going to play with the boys! you’re a girl and you gotta play barbie not dinosaurs. come on or I’ll take you to the principals office!” and I got dragged to the girl’s side of the class... They offered me the options and I said I wanted to be Ken and once again got scolded by the teacher by choosing a boy choice and I said “I’m not playing a Barbie they’re lame” and finally we settled that I could have the pet dog Barbie had. I (not out of anger! that was just my normal play plots) made the story that the dog mauled the Barbies to death and ended up in the principals office anyways. Worth it.
i like the genre of animal photos where you can tell they just dipped their face into a carcass and they dont even care (artistic interpretation)
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it's my dash)