i have a slightly insane relationship with window curtains/blinds and i need to know if im alone

prodigal son

mreow

“In my heart stands a scarecrow, if he’s hurt he doesn’t say so, and he chases everything he loves away but at night when it’s colder, there’s a bluebird on his shoulder and he whispers that he’ll hold her one bright day”

moments in jcs 2000 superstar that live rent free in my head another screenshot redraw bc I need to express my obsession with this movie somehow tumblr loves a man covered in blood but when the man in question is jesus-

The Remains of the Day, Kazuo Ishiguro

Rockstars >:P

(Pre light sides)

please i am BEGGING for you to drop the other roleswap champion designs,,, i had no idea how hard cynthia would slay in lance’s fit and my animal brain is now starving for roleswap steven and lance if you ever feel confident enough to post them,,,,,;

[insert meme of guy on his hands and knees offering a wad of fanned-out dollar bills here]

TY JUST FOR YOU ANON…. i redrew my old designs. I still cant figure out stevens design but this will do

Just for fun ill throw my old designs/brainstorming under a read more too!

This is a year old. Theyre so ugly. Okay

Imagine if after the fun gang battles strange someone Frisk and convinces them to stop fighting or whatever Ralsei is like. hi um haha i just wanted to say you seem like a lovely person who’s been through a lot, really, but you’re also kind of, um, under arrest? again you seem just delightful, just truly dandy, and I’d like to help you however I can, but you’re also kind of a menace who has made several people go insane so, sorry, um, yeah. i’m taking you to castle town prison, but there are nice things there too! it’s not all bad!

JEHEJAHHDAJ WAIT now I'm thinking. would frisk try to use this as an opportunity to Reform spades king or considering their track record of how them "helping" people turned out would ralsei try to keep them separated

Today was an off day for me but it’s fine bc tomorrow I’ll be back to waking up at the crack of dawn & having at least 4 hours of study time out of the way by 10 am & popping into my orgo lab for a couple hours & hitting the gym after & studying some more until I have 8 hours of studying down & being off my phone & taking chilly walks at sundown w my headphones in & squeezing 10 minutes in to memorize my poem for the month & also fitting in half an hour to do some light recreational reading. Today I think I’ll just be kind to myself. I’m just going to review a couple chapters, do some Anki cards, and prolly get my training for my neuro clinic internship done. Then I’ll have my relaxing pm shower & tuck into bed w a comfort movie. I just want to chill tn for the first time in such a long time

see more likely than not q!tubbo's actions aint gonna do shit and its not even gonna be serious attempts to break fitpac up itll be the cartoonish hijinks devolving into slapstick comedy

but the reasoning behind it all..... the reason he wants to do this....... That is what is making me go insane

Boba Fett: That's some nice armor. Jango Fett: That's some nice armor yourself.

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Cold Morning Light

Being married was nice enough, but overall Spock found it rather unremarkable. He appreciated having Christine there at the end of the day considerably more than he had anticipated. Nothing else had changed, however, other than sharing living quarters and sleeping in a slightly larger bed than before. They both still worked long hours, sometimes going two or even three entire shifts without seeing each other. When their days end at roughly the same time, one or both of them were often too exhausted to do much other than sleep. Spock was keenly aware that his lack of interest on such days occasionally left Christine feeling frustrated or insecure, and he would have to reassure her that yes, he still found her beautiful and desirable, but that on this particular night, he would rather play her a song on his lyre or play a game of chess or simply meditate (he did this quite frequently) than take her to bed except to sleep. Not every week could be like pon farr, or even the few days after their wedding.

His first officer being married also did not make Captain Kirk was any less likely to select him to be part of almost every single landing party. It wasn't that the captain wanted Christine to worry; he simply felt that Spock was one of the most valuable and trustworthy members of the crew and therefore a, well, logical choice to accompany him into the unknown. During the first six months of their marriage, Spock spent a combined total of an entire week away from the ship on various away missions with the captain.

“I thought you said there were no lifeforms detected on this planet,” Kirk said, frowning, as Lieutenant Uhura repeated the distress signal from the class-M planet they currently orbited.

“That is correct, captain. None of our sensors are picking up any signs of life,” Spock said.

“So how can...no, never mind.” The captain bit back what might have been a sigh of frustration or at least resignation. “We’re going to have to go down there and find out. Spock, you’re with me.” He smacked a button on the console attached to his chair. “Kirk to McCoy.”

“McCoy here.”

“Meet us in the transporter room, Bones. There’s an urgent distress call coming from the planet’s surface. We might need you. Make sure you bring a phaser. Come on, Spock.”

In Sickbay, Dr. McCoy did sigh. He glanced over his shoulder at Christine. He’d always found away missions a little stressful, but the pressure was on more than ever now that Spock was not only the first officer and Jim’s best friend but also her husband. As usual, however, the captain wasn’t giving him a choice. He reached for a tricorder and then pulled a phaser out of his desk drawer.