They're soulmates, your honor 🥹😭

loser babyyyyyy🩷

(angel gave husk a little kiss)

sketch for my friend but i decided to share it here!

(repost bc i forgot something)

in my head the star wars equivalent of tswift is some human woman named tay’lor spiff or something and her stans are losing their minds over theories that she’s secretly a jedi singing about the horrors of war, even though she’s from a neutral system that hasn’t seen so much as a moral panic in 50 years

What if Overlords can selectively feel what their contracts are feeling by turning the connection "on or off"

Alastor, clueless: Hm, Husker has been really chatty lately with Angel, wonder why that is? He's never been this friendly around me.

Alastor: *Opens the link*

Alastor: *IMMEDIATELY HIT WITH WARMTH AND HEAT AND VIBRATING JOY WITH THE POWER OF A THOUSAND SUNS*

Alastor: *Shuts down the link, losing the radio effect AND the accent while on it* What the actual FU-

Angel: Careful, if you keep being so sweet to me people will start to think you’re in love with me.

Husk: What could I have ever possibly done to make you think that I’m not?

Shout out to the ten year old who just got diagnosed. Shout out to the housebound fourteen year old. Shout out to the eighteen year old who can’t go to the university they wanted. Shout out to the twenty two year old who can’t get a job. Shout out to the twenty six year old with a caretaker. Shout out to the thirty year old who can’t buy their own house.

Shout out to young disabled people. We exist.

if the pain isn't my fault then why do I feel guilty?

(society has led you to believe you are a burden for needing help)

I want to love my body but some days I hate it

(your body is trying its best to keep you going, but I understand why you feel that way)

I want to pause everything, I don't want to feel like this anymore

(me too. maybe we could just sit together for awhile?)

YOUR DAILY REMINDER: DO NOT TOUCH A DISABLED PERSON'S MOBILITY AIDS.

if you randomly push a disabled person's wheelchair. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you knock away a disabled person's crutches. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you grab a disabled person's cane. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you move a disabled person's rollator/walker. you are taking part of their autonomy. I don't think people understand that our mobility aids are an extension of our bodies. You wouldn't kick an abled person in the shins or grab their arms and twist them just to see how they would react, or see if they'd be able to get around and function. You treat us like a joke. Our mobility aids aren't toys that you can play with and fidget with and god forbid potentially break. They're part of us. You have no right to touch them. If you take my fucking cane away from me, I can't walk properly.

If you touch my fucking mobility aid, you take away part of my autonomy.

One of my favorite pieces of canon continuity is that clones cannot lie for shit

arthur post haaayyy😊😊

Whoever invented "open in app" links that redirect you to the app store instead of actually opening the app even when you already have the app installed on your phone should be involuntarily turned into a beanbag chair

What do you know, I actually wrote a little, and I like it.

Life in hell often feels like wading through waist high shit that’s both on fire and slowly rising to drown everyone caught in it. Or at least it did. Before the hotel, before the seven-year-pause, back when he still had power galore and dealt in unfortunate souls. But these days, with Lucifer watching over the hotel and Charlie, and keeping Alastor in check, hell ain’t such a bad place. At least not inside the hotel. On most days.

“Hahahahahaha!” Nifty’s cackling follows her as she scuttles through the lobby. Her trusty needle in hand as she stabs it into a cockroach over and over while it tries its best to escape her wrath.

Just another tuesday. He shrugs and resumes polishing the glasses on the bar. Trying to ignore the increasing sadistic tendencies of Nifty’s creativity in pest control. He’s gotten quite good at that at the late hour of three am.

His shift ended a good two hours ago. Charlie and Vaggie have already gone to bed. Satan knows what Lucifer’s doing in that apple of his. And Alastor… he tries not to think about it. No, the reason he’s still here is because of Angel. Any moment now and the fluffy spider will walk through the door after a long day of work. A long day of Valentino’s torture. And he’s gotta be there to catch him.

Angel stumbles in thirty minutes later. His usually immaculate ruffled hair sticks up at odd angles, there are bags under his eyes, and he’s walking with a slight limp. It’s one of those nights… one of the bad ones.

“Baby, you look like shit.” His voice is gruffer than he wants it to be.

i hate when i send someone a meme in another language and they're like "uhm... translate? 😒" fucker i sent you a meme where 90% of the words have an english cognate and/or you don't need to know what they're saying to find it funny. can you at least TRY

MOOD!