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U CANT MAKE THIS UP 😭

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katsuki bakugou I will never love another the way I love you

Reminder to self:

Thee kiddos

Me duele la cabeza

watch tom taylor is gonna get to keep his beard the next time he appears then everyone is gonna be like ‘OG CREGAN FAN!’ like bitch i saw you using sihtric fancast dont fucking joke.

tragedy enjoyers when even good intentions lead to ruin

My one true AtLA wish is for Katara to not have noticed that the Jasmine Dragon was run by Iroh and Zuko in disguise until “Lee” was standing right in front of her serving her tea and, like that one Perry the Platypus and Doofenshmirtz scene, she can’t attack him because she too is bound by societal conventions to not cause a scene in a nice public fine-dining area (after all, the Jasmine Dragon is in the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se) so they just make awkward small talk until she leaves or the end of his shift because Katara orders multiple cups of tea in order to pseudo-interrogate Zuko whenever he brings it over (as quietly and fake-politely as possible) and because Iroh undeniably makes the best tea. Katara walks away thinking “Zuko’s a pretty ok dude once you get past all the teenage angst” and Zuko walks away thinking “Did I just make a friend?”

Why do some people refuse to accept Tom Taylor as Cregan Stark and keep using that fuckass fancast (lighthearted)

I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.

Today's Seal Is: Making Contact With An Unknown Beast

AI disturbance overlays for those who don't have Ibis paint premium. found them on tiktok

when your crime lord son has glow in the dark eyes

if a friend is experiencing/has experienced a loss and is grieving, and you don’t have any experience in the arena of loss, please allow me to offer some advice on navigating conversations about the deceased loved one.

not every mention of their person is the saddest part of their day. sometimes saying “this was their favorite song” “oh they would have LOVED this” “God I wish they could hear the conversation happening at the next table” “I wish they were here” is lighthearted. the mention of their person can be joyful. or melancholic. or, of course, sad. it can be all of those things at once. but no matter, react to the sentiments as just another piece of the conversation.

you don’t need to drop a 55 pound weight onto the conversation and stare at us in pity or silently stare in a combination of confusion and discomfort and sadness.

it’s okay. we know they’re dead. you acknowledging that in an equal state of nonchalantness will not shock us to death, it’s not tasteless or crude. it’s a relief. our dead people are still parts of our lives just like anything else, and giving your loved ones the space and comfort and safety to talk about their person is huge.

you can always respond by asking to hear more, by mimicking their tone. your friend laughs and says “they would have LOVED this”, take it as a chance to learn why! was their favorite color yellow? did they love kitschy little throw pillows? did they utterly DESPISE kitschy throw pillows? are they referencing a specific story?

if they see someone that looks like their person and get a little sad, ask what reminds them of their person. what was their favorite feature of their person? does it make them mostly sad to see someone who looks like their person? did it make them feel a little bit happy for a moment?

we want to talk about our deceased loved ones. we yearn to mention people who shaped us. the way our society has conditioned us to behave around grief, to respond to the grieving, and to grieve ourselves is so backwards and void of empathy, so we often don’t say what we wish we could say. (bell hooks has a wonderful chapter on this in all about love, new visions (ch 11))

by offering opportunities for people to reminisce you are truly making an impact and fostering a safe environment for those around you to grieve in ways we’re often not offered.

7/15 happy birthday to izuku midoriya!! his final birthday while the series is still ongoing 😭😭😭 i luv u son

“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

LGBT more like. Let’s Go To Bed. Let’s go bed to. Let’s. It’s bedtime.

Families aren't always just a man and a woman.

Sometimes, a family is a group of three illegal animagus and their werewolf.

'you never read anymore, you used to love reading' and i have 200 safari tabs open. it never stopped it just got weird

oh my favorite trope? two people who go through something so unique and agonizing and entirely beyond words that they have no choice but to create a bond that transcends all other types of love, thus acting as the sole point of understanding for the other person in a world that cannot fathom what they’ve been through

stop using chat gpt. i can also feed you misinformation when you ask me questions and also im beautiful

If zombies were real, you wouldn't first be warned by the approaching horde by their smell, by their groans, not even a cloud of smoke of the dust they raise coming closer from the horizon. It would be the flies. Hordes and hordes of insects, corpse-flies laying eggs on the carcasses of people who still walk, eating the eyeballs from their sockets, climbing across their unfeeling leathery skin. And the buzzing. The inescapable, deafening buzzing. Everywhere. Like you did not just kick a hornet's nest, but the very ground you walk on was a hornet nest, and each step caused another explosion of insects.

Insects, corpse flies, the buzzing. Their swarms blacken the skies, more horrifying than their migrating meals. The deafening cacophony of constant buzzing, the horrid noise of the living who feast on the dead who feast on the living. The buzzing.

The endless, inescapable buzzing.

It makes me happy when they listen

Rhaenyra telling Jace a joe biden story while he’s holding in the my name is paul mua’dib atreides speech so hard he’s actively having an aneurysm meanwhile her huncle is doing ayahuasca with a goth girl he met at hot topic two hours ago and the woman holding 60% of their cool points on her back has just exploded into meat chunks over southern ohio. black council in shambles this week I fear. the green council’s default state is shambles so that’s not news

The category is: A boy who has all of the makings of a great king, forced upon a war to save his scattered family, that dies before seeing them together again:

(they also have great hair, face cards that never decline, and daddy issues)

They're besties, your honor.

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.