this isn't like i wanted it but

also my dash is p dead rn so i’m sorry for the spam, i’m going to bed istg, but i just wanted to make another mushy post saying that i srsly love everyone i’ve ever had the pleasure of interacting with here, from likes to memes, to threads to smol ooc chats: i appreciate every single one of u & i love u ♥ u might be thinking that’s weird like i don’t really know u or u me but trust me when i say you matter to me. u reading this? if you feel ever like u want to talk, my ims are open to everyone and so is my askbox ♥

Fire alarm went off in our class today (just the flashing lights no sound) but our professor didn’t want us to leave and I immediately stood up and was like “wtf we don’t know if this is real or not, I’m not gonna die here if it is” and left

John Silver went from not particularly liking Flint but joining forces with him if it meant getting what he wanted to seeing him as his closest friend and being scared and unhappy at the thought of him surrendering himself and yeah, ngl, this makes me emotional and makes me wonder what the hell happens to eventually destroy their relationship.

If there was one thing Bodhi Rook had always excelled at, it was being a traitor. As a child, he had always been the first to cave beneath his motherโ€™s stern glare, confessing to broken vases and stolen chocolate. When he was older, he betrayed his own people, joining the Empire to feed his family.

And now here it was, the greatest betrayal of all: he betrayed the Empire. This one didnโ€™t leave a bitter taste like bile in his mouth, unlike the others. He was proud of this one. But what a shame that even at his best, he was but a traitor.

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anonymous asked:

What if this mess is true?

i’ll be 100% real with you here but on jan. 15 i uhh stopped letting myself think deeply anymore about anything s4 related …? by that i mean like i’m not going to stop liking sherlock bc . i don’t want to just lose everything i love albfkabs but fourth ep? maybe. real? maybe but u won’t catch me thinking about it because soul crushing devastation is not my friend . mostly i’m just sad and trying not to be sad!! this is the first time i’ve attempted to articulate my s4 feelings akdjkajdja i’m having 12 heart attacks


Living in Mexico, I experience a great deal of huge contrasts and they make me wonder a lot of things, question those things, and make me want to be a part of the debate. [x]

your mobility aids aren’t ugly and they don’t make your appearance any less attractive.


so much sapphic positivity is focused on relationships, but not all of us have that in our lives, so here’s to the single sapphics. whether you’re pining after a certain girl, or don’t have anyone in your life. whether you desperately want a relationship, feel neutral towards romance, or are loving being single. you are sapphic no matter what and your relationship status does not define you. you are going to be okay


Evidence of homophobia in the Shadowhunters society (both direct or through the effect it had on alec) - requested by anonymous

I’m going to bed.

I’m going to bed in a country where more than half the population just proclaimed that they hate me, that they hate the diversity that has been the mark of America for decades.

I’m going to bed, thinking of those people that won’t sleep tonight–those people that don’t fit into the homogenous mixture of white, rich men that our new xenophobe-in-chief has deemed “Great America.”

I’m going to bed, praying for my fellow Americans that will now have unwarranted eyes glued to their backs, that will have their every move and motion scrutinized by a government that has deemed them a threat merely for reading a holy book not entitled “The Holy Bible.”

I’m going to bed, haunted by the rainbow flags and pride pins my friends will be forced to take down for fear of harassment, by the businesses they’ll be refused service at and the families they’ll be denied.

I’m going to bed, weighed down by the violence to come–the people murdered by our supposed protectors, the innocents thrown in undeserved prison cells, the parents and children thrust across borders into countries that have exiled them at the threat of execution.

I’m going to bed, worried about myself–about my own bodily rights that have just been snatched from me, about walking the streets under the leadership of a man that has told thousands of men and boys that I am submissive, that I am just an object for them to grab.

I’m going to bed in a feeble attempt to escape the nightmarish America that tonight has revealed to me. 

(But aren’t you supposed to escape nightmares by waking up?)

Learning how to draw the whole gang slowly but surely. Here’s a little Keyleth on very bad paper


panic! at the disco lyrics + dance


lit otpsmorrigan & azriel (a court of thorns and roses)
Mor looked at Azriel and there was real fear there. Fear and something else. She didn’t stop moving until she again kneeled beside him and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed but covered her bloody fingers with his own.

I have a lot of feelings about Mariachi!Reaper.

[stares into the middle distance] 

I have made a huge mistake.