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This is also available on my etsy page... check it or you’re lame lol
Guys...c’mon this is mad cute. + its up on my Etsy for $5
Title: Design for a Gothic Settee Artist: Anonymous, British, 19th century Date: early 19th century Medium: Ink, watercolor and wash
https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/958778834/vintage-19th-century-design-for-a-gothic
Tell me please, I want to know more about all of you
(yeah, I'm talking about YOU too >:3)
instead of "Ask me", I want you to tell me your story
Tell me about:
Why you’re single
How’s your relationship going?
What do you dream about at night?
What are you afraid of?
What’s your favorite song?
Tell me about the book you’re reading
A poem or song lyric that won’t leave your head
Tell me about your secret crush
Where would you go if money wasn’t an issue
What’s your deepest wish
Do you believe in magic?
Tell me a ghost story
What’s the weirdest thing that has happened to you?
What do you need to get off your chest?
What are you mad about?
What are you excited about?
Are you afraid for the future?
Fill my Ask Box
Inspired by a fic that I read recently but now can’t find in which a young Ford asks Bill why he can’t read his thoughts in return…
Bill gives him some excuses, of course.
my computer crashed 3 times making this
(edit: i made a DL-6 edit too!)
Girl: yeah I get attached way too fast
Me: omg me too!
Same girl, the next day: *leaves me on read* *doesn't reply to my messages* *stops talking to me*
The fuck did we just talk about then
i will rescue these two from capcoms basement if its the last thing i do
toby fox: and here is chapter thre-
me, already in game standing infront of sans and papyrus's house witth a fucking crowbar: WHERE IS HE
When you're just minding your business but then the gay people in your tv start bullying you
“I THINK I CAN CHANGE HIM.” GIRLY COME ON!!! “I can fix him” BABYGIRL PLEASE PLEASE
Spy Kids 2: The Island of Lost Dreams (2002) dir. Robert Rodriguez
kinda genuinely fuming over the fact that Baldur’s Gate 3 won over Cyberpunk 2077 for best community support??? like girl.
cyberpunk is a phenomenal game, and it was from the start, at least in terms of it’s narrative and story, and i think the community put up with so much shit and saw the beauty in it in spite of its flaws.
cyberpunk deserved that award in my heart, but whatever. it won it in my heart too
So when is dis prince of man gonna post about his hair on instagram mhm Hwang Hyunjin expose yourself rn
Genuinely just curious has anyone ever made like a "Secret Service" AU for gravity falls because I would give an arm and a damn leg for the Stan twins + Fiddleford doing men in black or James Bond shit to save the multiverse by playing cards under the table-
If there's none I will make it myself I DO NOT CARE I NEED IT AHHAHAHA-
^^^
Hellaverse Tourney: Grand Finale
Propaganda below:
Lucifer:
none yet
Stolas:
well-written character
adorable owl man
Fizz:
voiced by Alex Brightman
half of the healthiest Helluva Boss couple
You people don’t think Patrick Bateman is hot you just think Christian Bale covered in blood is hot
C'Mon
Euphoria.
Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? Am I dead or am I sleeping? Am I really still alive?
The questions tumbled end over end in his thoughts. He felt lighter than air, released of responsibilities and truly free for perhaps the first time ever. He knew on some level that he was falling. Knew that he was losing a lot of blood and was probably soon to lose consciousness too.
Or perhaps he already had. Was he still falling? Was he suspended in midair as time slowed down to cradle his collapse to the ground?
Memories flashed before his eyes… lives he’d touched, loves he’d lost (he counted everyone who had a piece of his heart as a former love, different than a former lover of course) and it was such a relief to know that he didn’t have to carry the weight of all the terrible things he’d done.
I’ll just set it down for a moment. I can always pick it up again when I’m ready to rise.
It had been dark when he started this mission… he’d flown off into the sunset, half convinced he’d never see another dawn. He knew he wouldn’t make it home that night. But now… now it was growing light. The sunrise of a new day… a new life ready to be embraced at last.
Possibilities stretched out before him… an acorn buried in the rubble of his past and sprouting into a sapling that grew into a sturdy trunk that soon held bark coated limbs branching off as high as he could see. It was like one of Jet’s bonsai trees but on a scale he nearly couldn’t fathom. Was this what the future looked like for most people? Was this what his had always had the potential to be?
He felt on top of the world. Able to stand tall without the pressures of certain death chasing at his heels. He was a jack of all trades, master of none, able to slip into whatever role he needed to play to get through each and every day. Ship busted? He could jury rig something to keep it together for the moment. Crack pilot? He could outfly anyone anytime. Crack shot? Okay fine so maybe he was a master of a few trades come to think of it.
His childhood and adolescence and adulthood all jumbled together in his recollection. Different days, different outfits, different moods. He’d started out an unknown - an orphan like so many - and he’d been determined to make a name for himself. But then he’d grow so disillusioned with the Syndicate… his dreams splintered from the foolish goals of an angry misguided youth into something perhaps equally ill conceived in retrospect. Lust and loneliness did not equate to love. Not a lesson easy to learn. It took years for that to sink in, actually.
He had broken loose of that shackle. Had faced down the demons of his past and had lived to tell about it.
I am alive, right? Or am I ascending? I’ve finally got the chance to live for me… not just survive.
The blood in his veins seemed to want to sing. Celebrate, it cried, celebrate while you’re alive!
He could go home… back to the slums of Tharsis and disappear nameless into the crowd.
He could go home… back to the remnants of the Red Dragons and take control for himself.
He could go home… back to a broken down ship and a surly partner and a wily vixen with sad eyes and a hoping heart.
Ahhh but that last option held the sweetest temptation. Of all the possibilities - and there were countless more teasing at his awareness, places to go and things he could do and souls he could meet - there was the Bebop calling him home on behalf of her crew.
He was weightless and falling and flying and dreaming and lost and alone and so far from home but there was blood pumping through his body (pouring out of his body too, to be sure, but that wasn’t necessarily the end…) and there was breath in his lungs and suddenly he could see clearly out of both eyes.
The syndicate was in ruin - he’d be lucky if the whole damn building didn’t try to break apart beneath his battered body. One mission over and done, but he had a whole checklist to mark off and that was just the top of the page…
Selina Kyle would dump his ass in minutes..