a little what

“I’m a fascinating fellow.”

SUMMER ROSE’S ENTIRE FUCKING SELF OH MY GOD

I am perfectly normal about his laugh-

“The G in Gale stands for giggles apparently”

sometimes, i have a thought, and then i think "oh my god. i can't write that." and that's almost always a sign that i should write that

GCWrestling sold out tonight in Rochester. Watch MDKHAUSEN Vs VIF on FiteTV app.

This is synced way too well!!!

somebody help me... i need some help.

OH MY GOD ASLDMALDSMLDAKMSL

everyday I think about him (Ippolit Terentyev)

"You act like you're expendable. But you're not."

Don't talk to me I'm crying and I don't think I'll ever be over that.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗯 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆. And it is excruciating. On his chest, one can trace its ugly mark, the brand less discoloration and more, unfortunately, a deep-grooved scar. It is unavoidable and impossible to ever miss. Similarly, the way it eats at him is obvious, too. Gale, especially at the start, when his condition, fresh and disorienting, was still abundantly new, the effects of the orb were frighteningly worse. At that time, he little knew how to quell it, that feeding off the Weave would balm the pain, and so for all those days and weeks of panic, he rotted and ached at a terrible pace. He had decayed. And he had bled. Gale's body oozed black, skin, especially at his casting arm, rupturing like cracks in terracotta. He tasted filth always, the bitterness of wasting flesh thick in his throat, nose perpetually leaking with the ink-dark of bleeding. He'd labored to breathe, a feeling like devouring maggots pulsing in his chest. In fact, at the lowest point by then, wallowing and stuck in his tower, Gale began to lose hair, his nails loose and cracking as he scrabbled at the floorboards, knees weak and pain bolting when he collapsed to the floor. He was a pitiful sight. And a worrying one. And even now, with the consumption of magical artefacts, one can still see the way he bows to the blight, heaving for breath when it takes his chest again, sweat at his temples and mouth gone dry. It's all-encompassing. The agony is chronic. It feels like being eaten, being hollowed to his barest self right from the inside. He's a vessel of magic, and the orb means to consume him down to his every last molecule, teeth bared, hackles raised, and appetite crushing. It's like--dying, stolen away to be but swallowed down whole, surrendering to the suck of a hungering vortex. He's unsightly. As well, too, as a burden, he thinks, to the very naked of his bones. But when someone hangs back, touches him despite his rot, he thinks, you shouldn't have to handle something like this. This mere shamble of a graveyard--he's so sorry to dirty their hands.

for the people saying gojo should've just been permanently injured/sidelined I think ultimately death was the better option because imo nothing would've satisfied gojo short of death. he's been looking for an all in fight his entire life!!! he got it!!! he knew there was only going to be one survivor. he said it himself he's glad it wasn't old age. I still think it should've been kenjaku though smh now THAT would've been yaoi

Minsc (to ascended Astarion, warning stupid sexy vampire lord Astarion that he isn't fooled): Do not think your twinkly-eyed wiles will work on us, vampire lord.

Astarion: Oh, I know I could never tempt you, but maybe your little friend would like to perch on a more elegant shoulder?

Minsc (Scandalised, but also way too specific about Astarion's hair for someone who hasn't thought about it before): Do not look into his eyes, Boo! Think not of nesting in his thick and downy mane!

Astarion: You'll never know unless you try. Just once? Maybe you'll like it.

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