as fun as it is to study characters under a microscope and figure out every little thing that’s wrong with them and why, i appreciate media where characters are like 30% self-aware at best and getting to that point costs them EVERYTHING.

adrien tell ur mom to leave me alone !

not a single thought behind her eyes

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somebody: do you ever feel like you were born in the wrong generation? I mean I was definitely supposed to live in the 80s I love 80s music and Reaganomics and ignoring the human rights violations and CIA backed coups

me, thinking about the 25,000 year old mammoth bone hut as always, stopped listening after the first sentence: yeah I was definitely born at the wrong time….

azula as zuko’s evil advisor is so funny to me i actually fuck so hard w this concept. she gives zuko advice and then zuko looks across the room to sokka and sokka just discreetly gives him a thumbs up or thumbs down. one weekend sokka, aang, mai, toph, suki, katara, and anyone else who might have a modicum of common sense all go out of town for like. omashu coachella or smth. and when they come back the entire palace is in shambles, zuko’s just sitting on his throne shinji style, and he’s just like “i’m so sorry….. her advice seemed so cogent….. she made trickle down economics seem so reasonable……. why weren’t you there….. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE, GODDAMMIT!!!!!!!” while azula slyly sips from a cunty chalice she had personally made just for moments like this.

On a sheep farm with Joel 💌🌾

Perks of having a camera function

Throwing this at the people who think that Kagome and Kikyo are “the same person”

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

Absolutely losing my mind over Scar’s stream today

He was already talking to Etho while catching ocelots

Joel logs in and Scar immediately asks if Etho wants to go visit him

We get so many Etho lore crumbs (although he doesn’t fully confirm anything except having stubble and trying to get rid of 2 extra house generators)

They hang out for like 2 hours doing nothing hut chatting

Eventually Scar leaves but forgot that he left his ocelots at Etho’s because he was so excited about boat boys that he never brought them home

i’m still not over the fact that an entire nation went “ah yes, this man, who worked his ass off for years become a knight, would totally murder the queen, the very woman who allowed him to walk down this path. makes sense”

head cannoning that commissioner gordon stopped smoking because dick’s robin would seemingly wait in the shadows of the roof of the pristinct to scare gordon into dropping his cigarette

or if he’s with batman he just coughs really loud and heavily and blinks up at him with his innocent white lenses and god damn it suddenly he isn’t smoking nearly as much

so wonder how he felt when he caught sight of jason’s robin chain smoking on a gargoyle downtown

psst…if yall need more queer youtubers who don’t steal shit (as far as i know lol)

Disney is not slick hiding the fact that the duet between Asha and Magnifico obviously started out as a love song between her and the Star Boy.

We almost had the second coming of Jelsa but without the copyright infringement.

The lyrical difference between the official song and the demo song is that the demo says “Love” but it’s replaced with “Promise” in the official version.

i am average saw city resident i toil in saw trap for 14 hours a day to afford one 15 hooker gangbang

I loveee the concept of reincarnation bc it’s just so comforting!!!

oh to be reincarnated lovers with Bakugou where you find each other every life time and leave a memory of the other to find in the next lifetime. You see each other in a new lifetime, drawn to each other, swearing familiarity even though your minds disagree. But it’s something deeper within you that knows each other, misses the others embrace, and you can’t figure out why.

There’s a famous painting of someone who looks suspiciously like you made in the 1600s by some tortured artist, the muse a lover he had lost years before. There’s a statue that looks just like Bakugou from the 1800s, who everyone thought to be created after Apollo, but you beg to differ. There are letters found between two lovers, one gone off to war and the other at home, their exchange of love something poets discuss in contemporary times. Theres even skeletons found embracing each other, with one’s head tucked into the others neck.

And for some reason, every time, these figments of love appeal to you deeper than anyone else around you. They’re so familiar, and you think you might be going crazy when flashes of memories start to plague you.

Sitting in a darkly lit room, a slate of white marble in front of you, a point chisel in hand. There’s a blond man sitting behind the marble, with a sly grin, as your hands raise to start chipping away at its flawless perfection.

Sitting at home, writing away with a quilled pen to a lover you miss. Kissing the edge of the paper and pulling away to find it stained with red from your lips.

Laying in the soft grass, your face hidden in a strong neck as heavy winds start to take over you. Your arms entangled in another’s, tilting your face up to kiss a blond, stubbled jaw.

When Bakugou tells you he remembers the same things, you wonder if you’re both just on a bad trip from a drug you don’t remember taking. But you carve your names in tree trunks and wonder if you’ll find find it again hundreds of years later, if you’ll see him again, if you’ll create another piece of your unyielding love on every crevice of the earth.