been playing the sumeru archon quest
(ig: @/hali.ai)
i can’t say “angry birds ratios a transphobe” was on my 2023 bingo card, but i’m not disappointed
every time ballister is on screen he looks like this
you ever take a uquiz and realize halfway through that you don’t respect the author and their opinion is useless to you
everyone shut up except this person
the thing is this dashboard change isnt the end of the world ill get used to it whatever im just fucking dying of embarrassment that its supposed to look like twitter
i honestly dont think cas even comprehended the fact that dean said morning sunshine. his mind was busy with something so he was expecting a good morning cas or something so he didn’t even hear dean call him sunshine. would’ve been funny if he realized that while he was driving or something
“We’ve talked about this,” Dean tells Cas, who is maintaining a stony silence. “That’s not how cars work, Cas. I mean, where would I be if I just left Baby on the side of the road every time she was out of gas? It’s like leaving a dog on the side of the road cause you didn’t want to pick up after it.”
“Dogs are alive,” Cas says, continuing to stare straight ahead.
“Yeah, well, so’s Baby.”
“You do not have to do this.” The gas can sloshes slightly in the trunk. “I will simply obtain a new car.”
“You don’t need a new car, Cas, you just need to learn what to do in an emergency.”
“You do not have to do this,” Cas repeats, voice heavy.
“Well, what if something happens, huh? What if you get hurt and I’m not there? You stand a better chance in a car than you do just walking around the meatsuit.”
“Nothing is going to be able to hurt me, Dean.”
“You’re damn right it’s not, not after I show you how to gas up your car when we’re on the road.” They come to a fork in the road. “Is it left or right, Cas?” Dean looks at Cas, whose jaw is set. “Cas.”
“Left,” Cas finally grates out.
“Thank you! Is it so hard to be helpful?” Cas doesn’t say anything. “Y’know, you can quit being such a baby about this any time, you…”
Dean trails off, stopping the car dead. He looks at Cas, who continues to stare out the windshield.
Dean climbs out of the car to stare at Cas’ car, fully wrapped around a telephone pole. He approaches it and sees the only non crumpled part of the front of the car is roughly Cas shaped, a hole tore out the side for him to have gotten out of. There is absolutely no way to salvage it. Dean turns back to the Impala to see Cas has gotten out of it and is watching them, face set and maybe a little forlorn. Dean, currently out of words, gestures expansively at the car.
“I see it,” Cas answers.
Dean tries to verbalize his thoughts.
“Why?” Is all he can manage.
“Why which?”
Dean feels like he’s about to have a stroke. “Why any of it? Why did you let me take you out here when you knew it was like that?”
“I didn’t know how to get out of the lie.”
Dean looks back at the car. It’s completely totaled. It’s beyond totaled. Cas’ pimpmobile is in Car Heaven, partying it up with sexy lady cars and voluptuous Vespas.
“What happened, man?” He finally asks. Cas watches him for a moment. “Cas, I’m serious, something could’ve happened to you-“
Cas strides up to him, pushes him against the slim part of the pole that is not bedeviled with car, and plants one on him like he was born to do it. Like it’s his fucking job. Dean flails for a moment before his brain gets with the program, fisting a hand in Cas’ coat and resting the other on the back of his neck.
And then, just as abruptly, Cas pulls back. Dean and Cas stare at each other, Cas looking vaguely constipated, before suddenly he vanishes, leaving Dean alone with a wrecked car, a carton of gas in his trunk, and blanket fucking confusion.
“What the fuck?” Dean hollers and, somewhat predictably, nobody responds.
there are 2 Ethans in my daughter's class. you'd think they'd go by Ethan L and Ethan M, but they decided together that they would like to be called Lethan and Methan and I think that's fantastic
Fucking hate ai bitches this shit is poisoning my search results just like that tumblr baby crow post fuck y'all for real
I still can’t get over the name Goldenloin
Like, he’s your main character’s lover and he’s named Sir Greatinbed? Sir Fucksalot?? Sir Sexhaver??? He’s the main gay love interest and his name’s Sir Longshlong??? 10/10 no notes oscar nomination in the mail
I was looking at seagull stickers for my instagram story and I came across seagulls saying supportive things like "You matter! <3" and that's the first time I've gone "He would not fucking say that" over an animal. These birds are fueled by spite. They would yell slurs if they could. Not even the right ones. A seagull would call an old lady a faggot they don't care
i hate the “on average a user only sees 25 posts per session so they have to be good and varied” bullshit on that staff post. if i open tumblr and the 25 posts i see are nothing but a single mutual mass reblogging their favourite thing that i couldn’t care less about. well. that’s what i enjoy
The headcanon that Pav had an Emo phase because of his beta design is great. But let me add to it.
Gayatri totally had one two and they were that cringe couple that did everything together.
Like those bitches have been together since they were 12 and have seen all the worse phases.
Gayatri's ended because of her modeling and Pav ended his out of solidarity
somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
'can i copy your homework?'
'yeah just don't make it obvious'
a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO