nice *adds them to my collection of cool rocks*

i was adding my newer fics onto my masterlist and realized that all of my old ones entered as invalid links because i changed my blog url so i had to go back and change every. single. one of them.

The fact that Aziraphale emerges from this flashback

Makes this face

and then with a ginormous gap on the right side of the screen, proceeds to be like "I must call Crowley right now immediately."

tbh if a girl fell asleep on me she’s getting the full cat experience like i’d die before disturbing you “oh just wake me up” like stfu no i will sit there with my locked up joints for hours making this face at you🥺

Sometimes, it be like this.

Stephanie, breaking off in the middle of her debrief with Bruce, "I-- what is on your helmet?

"Mind your fucking business." Jason replied, grabbing some tools for his bike.

Steph squinted. "Is that a Paw Patrol character?"

Jason rolled his eyes, ignoring her, but Tim blocked his path, grinning at the stickers.

"Hey it's Marshall. And Rubble. Didn't know you were a fan."

"Seriously?" Jason, realized that more and more of his siblings' eyes were on him and sighed heavily. It was a small mercy that Damian wasn't here.

"Enough already, the kids in the Narrows wanted me to do it, and if anyone says another word they can get fucking paw patrol bandages to match."

The way Steph, Tim and Dick were grinning told him they knew full well that he was blushing under the hood.

But wisely they kept their mouths shut, ans Jason navigated around Tim, sneaking a glance at Bruce as he left, irritated to spot the small smile.

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

sorry mia the person who draws ur husband daily is a multishipper

Vaggie: Charlie, I'm sad. Charlie: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Lucifer: Alastor, I'm sad. Alastor, nodding: It is, as the kids say, a mood.

I just like the idea that once Missa hears Phil has another "kid" he'd try and do whatever he can to help and Phil feels emotions about it

i just wanna be protected and cared for like i'm a tiny kitty with abandonment issues

oh how indeed ezra... how indeed

I want to talk about Jamie's wholeass depressive episode and the fascinating way he (fails to) process and cope with stuff and things because like? That press conference??? His sudden refusal to accept he's an important teammate who contributes a heck of a lot, saying his goal shouldn't have even counted?? Not wanting to take pictures with fans??? Saying "I hadn't even thought about that" when Keeley says his Dad is going to be at the game, even though it was clearly all he'd been thinking about??? THE SAD SUITCASE THING? god it was SO much I need 100 fanfics that are going to tackle this in a way even angstier than the show. immediately.

A collection of diving birds.

A kingfisher, a pelican, an osprey, and a booby.

I just want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel safe like even when we’re angry or sad or upset i just want to know that both of us are still going to be okay

MOON 18: Oh Shit She’s Feeling It (pt. 1)

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