@hikariyagamiweek Day 2 - Cathug Tailmon

thinking that mr. brightside, a usamerican song by a usamerican band which is one of the most popular songs of the last 30 years, is something that is only popular among brits is funny enough on its own but to say sweet caroline, a song by usamerican icon neil diamond, which is a mainstay of boston sports specifically and usamerican events across the country generally, is also a song only brits know is just hysterical you’ll have to drag me off the internet by my fucking toenails i love it here

Mahmoud Darwish, “On Hope,” trans. Naseer Aruri and Edmund Ghareeb, in Enemy of the Sun: Poetry of Palestinian Resistance

It’s Slow Burn. It’s tedious trust turning into certain loyalty.

It’s deals made in desperation becoming unbreakable bonds.

It’s noticing, focusing, the subtle shift of light in their eyes, the shifting wrinkles that show in different smiles.

It’s bearing the sting to taste fleeting sweetness.

It’s careful words and cautious actions despite the ticking clock.

It’s holding back a hand to save their suffering.

It’s watching as the pain works its way through their bones.

It’s knowing that the smile you wish to give them, the kind words, would only lead to anguish.

It’s finding other ways to love them.

It’s endlessly searching for ways to relieve their agony and give them the adoration they deserve.

May it take days, or months, or decades. You’ll keep your devotion in a bottomless jar hoping someday they will drink from it, greedily, happily, sore throat eased from your efforts.

is herobrine behavior/lore not common knowledge anymore .... has the world really forgotten about the 2x2 tunnels .. trees with their leaves all gone ... the sand pyramids in the ocean ... the herobrine shrine that would apparently summon him ... the lost to time brocraft hoax livestream that further popularized herobrine as a concept (of which herobrine was just a painting from a texture pack, later removed to which the streamer would continue to act freaked out until the end) .. the original forum post from sometime in august 2010 that detailed encounters with a pseudo-player in the distance on a singleplayer world which included this screenshot

does anyone even care at all. about a herobrine so small

Part 2 // First // Next // Bonus

rl bela dimitrescu

(thank you @resident-lover for the fun game!)

skull thoughts and Wolf’s bio parents

What We Do In The Shadows

digimon huecember no. 21 — morphomon

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NOT EVERYTHING IN EGYPT IS SAND NOT EVERYTHING IN EGYPT ANCIENT OR MODERN IS DESERT EGYPT LITERALLY IS A BIGASS RIVER VALLEY + DELTA THAT IS GREEN AND HAS PLANTS AND SHIT BECAUSE OF THE RIVER NOT. EVERYTHING. IS. FUCKING. SAND.

remembering that one q&a with maddie blaustien aka early meowth.. she has the most correct opinions ever actually

i'm sure this has been done before but au where meowth gets custody of togepi in s1 ep52

im going to edit that handsome camel cigarette man to be holding an ice cream cone and im going to print it out as a poster to put on my wall i think

It’s Hurt/Comfort. It’s listening beyond hearing. Seeing beyond sight.

It’s finding ways to treat the wound, be it salve or bandage, kisses or quiet.

Salt to cleanse a festering sore.

Honey poured down a throat cried raw.

It's...

It’s limbs entangled in the dark of night, fingers knotted in hair, breath and heartbeats slowing into a steady rhythm, a reminder that you’re both still here, both alive, together.

It’s gentle lips pressed against old, deep scars. Silent prayers of gratitude whispered into the gnarled flesh.

It’s the years past the pain, when you’re both old and happy, but the nightmares still come. Far and few in-between nowadays but just as feverish and frightening as they were back when their cause was fresh. The hand that rests on your shoulder gently. The reverent, patient whisper of your name becoming a lighthouse beacon. Waking you, saving you. Thumb brushing the tears off your cheeks as tender as if it were the first time.

early sunsets & kill all your friends - mcr

can we talk about how sean was like ‘the first time I saw something die was when I was fourteen, but it wouldn’t be the last’ and then he went on to describe the jersey devil with 100% accuracy? and how he can survive enough hypnotism to kill a grown human daily? our man is HIDING something