'Go to hell' is basic. 'I hope your favourite book let's a bad movie adaptation' is juvenile. 'I hope your favourite franchise has an announced movie, with a full teaser trailer, before immediately throwing it in development hell for seven years with absolute zero updates, and then being cancelled out of nowhere, without the possibility of another studio buying the IP to pursue giving the franchise a second chance to be rounded off in a satisfying way' is vicious. It's possible. It happened.

So I've been binge playing Hades; above dialog is not canon (but the vibes are)

i love being able to not care about hate. like a few years ago if i saw anyone hate the things i liked i would like. cry. change my entire personality. never look at it the same way again. and now i just go “okay!” and immediately scroll past because i just do not care

they’re really onto something with that whole nature thing

quit eating nuggets with puppets and come smoke cigarettes with marionettes (post from the doll world that was revealed to me in a vision)

i just know that post tartarus nap hit hard

Reminder on today...

latino will solace nation

you’re not mysterious you’re a loser

mutuals come over and do this

(guy stuck in a timeloop) fuckkkkk i got yesterday tomorrow

Jason "no ones loved me enough to stay" Grace, Leo "always running but I'd stay if you asked" Valdez and Piper "I've asked but no one stays with me" McLean.

Truly they are the lost trio.

severely underestimated how much working a job where no one knows what the fuck they’re doing would kill me

all the new god portraits (so far) in hades 2 !!!

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.