pasilyo - sunkissed lola !! ⭐︎ ꩜

talking on the phone to someone with a horrible head cold. you can hear every little thing as their symptoms filter through the receiver - the thickness in their voice, the congestion rattling their coughs. maybe even the occasional squelch as they pinch and rub their streaming nose between their thumb and index finger. they try to move away from the phone to sneeze but their movements are saturated by such misery that they can barely grab a tissue in time to muffle the sound. they get out a soft, embarrassed, “pardod mbe” before blowing their nose, which only seems to trigger another set of sneezes. only this time, they’re entirely too worn out to cover them.

Heath honestly resonates with me on a good few levels... especially after what we're learning about Canto VI

Like, i have No fucking clue how to explain it, it's just...

Blub, you want a shoulder to cry on? I get it, it's hard, and I don't think it's gonna get better anytime soon so like... wanna just wallow in the grief for a good bit? Nobody thinks too much of us anyway so screaming and crying about it is no skin off our backs...

Just like... the feeling of having so much rage, spite, and similar feelings in your heart to the point where everything's just. Numb, until something rubs you the wrong way and the next thing you know there's blood on your hands and there's someone on the floor with a bloody nose, and everyone's grappling at your arms to try and restrain you because you're a volatile pile of anger?

Yeah... yeah I understand that feeling. Waay too fucking well.

my child his name is faggot

Maybe the real treasure was the boops we made along the way

i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue

How does this keep happening to me

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

They forgot to tell him

The math just adds up!

on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture

Put salt in your baked goods. Put salt in your desserts. Just do it. Please. Salt isn't just for savory, it's literally a flavor enhancer so even a pinch can take a meh recipe to one people can't stop eating. Listen to me. Your cookies and cheesecake bars are bland and uninteresting. I'm taking your hand. I'm guiding you with a gentle touch to the back. We can do this together. Trust me.

Silly doodle bc it was the first thing I thought of when I saw Pomni.

This mans got me in a chokehold ahahahaaa 🫠

don't tell him I said that

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

Okay, normally, I don't do this kind of thing, but I can not get it out of my head.

Carmilla said the best thing to kill an angel with is to fight for what you love. To fight for something you believe in. And that's what the whole gang does.

Charlie fights for her dream

Vaggie fights for Charlie

Angel and Husk fight for their friends

Lucifer fights for his daughter

Sir Pentious DIED for love and friendship

Guess who doesn't win in their fight?

Alastor can not comprehend dying for friends of all things. He was fighting for power he was fighting for freedom, and he lost his fight.