Im Not Sorry This Is How The Fandom Should Be

My favourite bits of Tumblr slang are the ones that sound like they'd just be Starfire from Teen Titans' actual, legit word for that thing.

#cottagecore but im aro and DAMN IT just let me live in my cottage alone with my dog i dont wanna share my potions :(((

hello this post is about biromantic 💝💜💙 aces 🖤🤍💜 because I am a biromantic 💝💜💙 ace 🖤🤍💜 and we're cool

reblog to spread biromantic 💝💜💙 ace 🖤🤍💜 positivity.

(you don't have to but it would be nice 👉👈🥺)

rats

clerickiller + babygirl + babygirl2

ivy was too skinny to crop so she gets a 2for1 with glow in the dark oisin .also cheese

this whole scene was so gerard talking to elody-coded you have no idea

Hey. Hey since when did you have permission to tell your mom about my horribly embarrassing curse?!

Sirius: I just saw Remus crying in the library for five or six minutes and then his phone alarm went off and he just?? stopped crying?? and went right on back to work???

Remus: It's called time management.

dude it's so fucking hard to make 'hey it's ok maybe she was going to abort it anyway' sound poetic man. i really tried.

you are cassandra. in the middle of being possessed by the spirit of your vengeful, undead domain and feeling the world split apart with the festering carcass of your ex-lover being restored to grandeur only so she can be devoured completely, someone familiar approaches from the deck of a flying ship in active battle. your vision is warped, you're barely conscious, you don't know how it's possible that you're still alive, the figure blurs further and splits in two. one calls out to you, the same voice that has been reaching out for you all along, the same voice that called out your name the very first time and brought you to life. you ignore her. the other - clothes a little tighter, some subtle makeup, a pair of bicycle shorts patterned with a flag not known to this world. she opens her mouth - her teeth are horrible. 'blimey', she says, and you feel again. you feel something that crushes against your bones and shocks still your rotten heart. something cuts itself loose from your chest and escapes with a virulent tear of pain through your throat. lightning, bright and sharp, gushes from your screaming maw to its true purpose, and then she's gone. it's over. 'blimey', it whispers into the ethos, a memory as much as a promise to the tragedy of a dying star that may die forever. but you feel something else, you remember something or perhaps you are only now recognising it that nothing can be done. something else that lived in that void of space, you think. nothing more than a collection of cells yet, and still the weight pushes you to your knees. two lines on a stick, you reason, perhaps not even a choice to be made at all. surely not a life to be lived, you tell yourself as the memory of possibility dissolves and the void envelops the very space that baby might have occupied.

'blimey', the whispers consume what's left of your aching heart. 'blimey', you echo.

something underrated about ayda aguefort in terms of autism rep is that she has a +3 to charisma. everyone who meets her agrees that she's cool as hell

Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.

I'm in love with both of them your honor