I think what’s most shocking about Boothill running out of nowhere is that I have not yet seen a single person draw him in the Barbie cowboy outfits

Thanks for tagging me @bl-sims-anime (I am sure I had another tag from you somewhere, but tumblr refuses to let me find it..)

Although not new, this is a character we can get to know a little, although he might answer as his teenage self, even if the screenshot is of the toddler self.

Hi there, my name is Liam Ward

Are you named after anyone? I think I was named after a movie my parents saw, and they simply liked the name of the guy playing one of the main character.

When was the last time you cried? Probably the last time someone came with a pet they didn’t want that we had to put down. You would think I get used to it, but it just always hits hard.

Do you have any kids? No, I am not quite there yet in my life!

Do you use sarcasm? According to my mom, frequently, I take after my dad he says. Both with humor, and the sarcasm which sometimes I think is a bit much for him to handle.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? The way they treat others, and well how they act with animals if they are close to one.

What’s your eye color? Sundragon yellow I think?

Scary movies or happy endings? Both, it depends on the mood, and what grabs my fancy. I mean why choose when you can have both?

Any special talents? I’m pretty good with animals, and I can like my mom sing, but not sure its very spesical? I also make pretty good coffee if that counts?

Where were you born? Henford

What are your hobbies? I’m a silly person, I like baking both for work and as kind of a hobby. I also like to play my guitar and sing, specially with mom, grampa Chris or grampa Hayden. 

Have any pets? I have a little dog called Teddy, I try very hard to head my dads words of not taking in every stray.

What sports do you play/have played? I tried my hand at Volleyball and soccer, but nah, I am not a big sports person. I go horseback riding and do dressage and jumping though if that counts?

How tall are you? Uhm...I guess I should get myself measured when I am done growing?

Favorite subject in school? History, I think its from uncle Devan and Uncle Em that I have the interrest from. They both keep telling me to learn from the past is important, so we don’t repeat our mistakes.

Dream Job? My own Cafe and Coffee shop, where I can have pets as well so they perhaps can find their forever home?

I will tag @dandylion240 @mahvaladara @satureja13 @rebouks @lazysunjade @sani-sims and anyone that just feels like it, go for it? 

How sad to watch him grow

merlin’s secret being a visual thing. when he is around arthur or gwen or leon or morgana or [insert whatever character here] merlin seems pale and thin, almost like a ghost or an apparition. when the sun lands on him he reflects it like a corpse, he eyes seem dark and dull. he has this ethereal beauty to him, this otherworldly visage that leads many to believe he is of fae blood. he just doesn’t seem to be 100% human. but when he is ONLY with lancelot or gaius (cough or gwaine bc gwaine DEFINITELY knew) merlin is heartachingly human. merlin shines in the sunlight, colors are brighter and more vibrant around him, and his smiles are wide and his laughs are boisterous. he takes on color and leaves everyone wanting to know him. but when other join in or interact with the two, merlin shifts before their eyes so quickly and suddenly that they aren’t sure whether or not what they saw was a trick of the light. the idea still leaves them wanting more and wanting to see the merlin who is just so full of life but that merlin only appears for a small select group of people. merlin who has a guard so high that it has an effect of other’s perception of him.

theyre like those couples kissing in the middle of the hallway

big boy full of love and incredible violence

what if gaster in a future chapter calls out the audience for speculating so much about him. the guy canonically has some amount of access to Real Life Social Media. like i started this mostly as a joke but there are definitely some real metanarrative opportunities for a character with recklessly curious impulses, and possibly a fragile sense of self, having nearly limitless access to streams of debate over whether or not he’s a bastard. rude to talk about someone who’s listening etc

“I let him die / Taking your advice”

Oh.

you say machete has to be closeted then why's he always wearing them little heels

Maybe he thinks he's a tiny bit nicer looking in them.

Nima the Noot

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

(transcript by @violentandmagnificent)

It’s quiet here, living in your head. It’s quiet here, and when I talk, you listen, at least when you can hear me, which isn’t always. It isn’t always, but it’s better than never. It’s quiet here, living on this ship. It’s quiet here, and I remember when it was loud, I remember different voices bouncing in these halls, I remember old arguments, I remember myself. I wonder how much I can tell you; because  I can tell you; I have much to say. But you never saw me astride the Prophet’s Path, beside the Resin Heart, imparting wrath and play. So who am I? You only know what they’ve told you. So who am I? You only know what’s written down. So who am I? You only know what’s on recordings, and according to the world, I’m a hypocrite, or drowned. I doubt you can hear me, but I know that she can. So pardon my frustration, I’m just tired of her plan. I lost my life long before I understood, before metaphor became real, before I felt the wheel’s wood. I wonder what she’ll tell you. I wonder what she’ll share.  I wonder what she’ll ask of you, what task of sweat and prayer.  I long to sweat and pray, a body in the day. The color of the sun. The touch, the ocean's spray.  The last thing that I felt in life. (The first thing that I felt in life.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I hope she tells the truth to you. (I hope she tells the worst to you.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I loved her like she told me to. (I left her like she told me to.) The touch, the ocean's spray.  We’re running out of time, you know? (She’s running out of time, you know?) The touch, the ocean's spray.  I fear we might be mirrored, two echoes of a call shouted between two queens, two queens who want it all. I fear we might be symmetry, I fear we might be one. Make her tell the truth to you before we come undone.

PALISADE 37: Reach In / Reach Out Pt. 1

SAGESUNE MIKU >:DDD

Every single photo of the 1977 Fisher Price Rowlf puppet is absolutely gold.

Please look at him.