Okay Fuck It If This Post Reaches 666k Notes By The End Of 2023 I'll Practise Basic Self Care

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

the fact that “the vibes here are rancid” is a power that the jedi actually have is insane to me

tsc x things my family have said:

jem: these ugly please muffins taste pretty good

tessa: the... what

tessa: ... the unguilty pleasure muffins???

kit: shame shame chocolate frame

jace: pov you suck

alec: pov im manifesting sasuke bc i'm about to cut your fucking arm off

simon: bro i swear on my pc

clary: wanna bet

simon: no, call me abrahen lincoln the way im chickening out

emma: am i applying to uni for summer or winter term??

julian: idk what does april to september sound like to you????

emma: ....pre-winter?

will: ayo where did you put the lightbulbs?

gabriel: under your bed?

will: oh so the bedbugs can read too? settle down? fornicate and make a merry family? fuck you

gabriel: ??????

max: you are a LOSER and my sister says you're bald!!

izzy: *whispering* I did?

max: *whispering* yeah he stole my pretzels at lunch yesterday

izzy: Oh yeah definitely you make dwayne johnson look like tina turner

can you imagine how wild the whole of gale and tav's romance is from gale's perspective?

you keep secrets. shameful, terrible secrets. youre dying. every step is just a little bit harder than the last. youre a disgrace. if people didnt look at you with disdain, they were looking at you with pity. and youve got nobody to blame but yourself.

every moment, youre expecting the other shoe to drop, for tav to finally say enough -- you wouldn't hold it against them, youre more trouble than youre worth -- but then...?

it doesnt matter what it is. magical item consumption with no reason given. an awkward exit from an imagined kiss shared in the cradle of your ex's palm. revealing you could kill yourself, them, and everybody in a city-wide radius. defending you against one of your most powerful colleagues because he came baring mystra's will. dissauding you at every turn, to stay alive, to ignore a goddess's orders, because they think youre worth the space you take up. loving you ardently, hastily, easily, as though you have anything to offer them back. staying with you as you oscillate between self-destruction and ascension. never once stepping away from your side, even as the stabilised orb burns in your chest, begging to be used, and the crown, almost within reach, taunts you with your wildest dreams.

and that's just it, isnt it? you have the chance to give tav everything they could ever want at last, after so long of being a burden, and they tell you no. they tell you no. i want you.

you, the burden? you, the disgrace?

yes, you.

gale falling in love with tav wasn't like how the great novels describe. there wasnt any one moment that led to a grand realisation. there were no great leaps of faith toward each other.

falling in love with tav was like a warm candlelight and an even warmer hand in an endless void of black.

falling in love with tav was a gentle tug, a smile, and a 'this way.'

how could he not follow?