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PEOPLE WHO PLAY PONYTOWN WITH ME LISTEN UP!!

Im muted for spamming trans Mario,,,dont ask.

I SHOULD BE UNMUTED SOON SO IF I DONT TALK TOMORROW YOU KNOW WHY

a bit late to the party, but here's a little doodle in commemoration of antonio and sebastian not making it out of this round

another one for ros n guil because you know what? i'm happy for them. even though rn i'm probably closer to sebastian's mood than rosencrantz's

Round 2 has concluded!

The couples proceeding to the next round are:

Helena and Hermia (A Midsummer Night's Dream)

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (Hamlet)

Oberon and Puck (A Midsummer Night's Dream)

Brutus and Cassius (Julius Caesar)

Achilles and Patroclus (Troilus & Cressida)

Hamlet and Horatio (Hamlet)

Coriolanus and Aufidius (Coriolanus)

Olivia and Viola (Twelfth Night)

Round 3 will start whenever I've finished crying over Sebastian and Antonio going out

While I believe heathens are free to worship and acknowledge whichever gods and spirits feel right to them within the pantheon, choosing not to worship Loki because you “don’t want to invite chaos” is the height of hubris.

Remember that even Frigg and Odin could not prevent chaos, and remember what happened when they tried.

Chaos, like many things in life, will find you whether you invite it or not, so maybe show it some respect every once in a while x0x

no context this is how i've been as of late

maybe regulus gets his half of the inheritance from alphard after he passes and use it to buy his own little coffee shop. he makes everything himself and hates asking for help but his friends always offer to work with him on weekends when its busy, and he just gets to pour his coffees and bake his pastries after having such a shitty life with his parents. and then one day this guy comes in and orders the sweetest drink on the planet and even though regulus is concerned he loves his smile and his glasses and his fluffy hair and he starts getting excited when this guy comes in every day before work to get his sugar fix. and maybe, just maybe, this guy asks for regulus' name and he gives it to him and he finds out his regular is called james and he works across the street and that if regulus ever wants to try one of his cakes, because his mum is a baker, he should come over. and maybe regulus does. and maybe he thinks its the best cupcake he's ever had. and maybe he starts to wonder why on earth james was coming to his cafe when his bakery had a coffee machine. and maybe they start falling in love.

maybe.

hey, your blog is cool and all and yeah, yeah, your writing rocks,

BUT I think that there's no enough ✨ yearning ✨. see you soon.

thanks for the compliment!

since i write mostly established relationships (?) i think there isn't enough ✨ yearning ✨if you want me to write some, i could! thanks for letting me know ^^ see you soon!

hey, your blog is cool and all and yeah, yeah, your writing rocks,

BUT I think that there's no enough ✨ yearning ✨. see you soon.

thanks for the compliment!

since i write mostly established relationships (?) i think there isn't enough ✨ yearning ✨if you want me to write some, i could! thanks for letting me know ^^ see you soon!

you know maybe i should’ve realized i was bi when i searched up girls kissing when i was nine

No cuz I just thought of smth

What if, like just what if, all the statues that weren't made by famous artists were used as mannequins and not monuments. Like an Ancient Greek woman is looking at the tailors stall in the market and there's these statues of women with clothing draped over just to show how it looks and fits

Like what if

My oc Leooooo

He's got kind of a lot of lore butttt, thats for later posts lol. Maybe even some short little comics.

So both of the Alucards, even better

maybe in another universe

ℕ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝔻𝕠𝕘 - 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕖

(featuring Frank Frankly and Eddie Dear

I downloaded alight motion just to do this animation meme. I might do another animation meme at some point, but might not also, just depends on if I have the strength to do it.

I wanted to finish this in under 12 hours and…

…wait so I started doing the sketches around 10:48 yesterday, and I only really finished making this around 10:30 pm so…

HA!! I REALLY DID DO THIS IN UNDER 12 HOURS!!

Not bad for my first time using that app!😌

Just realized I made Sherlock aware of the fact that he's a character and now the floodgates have opened. What have I done!?!?

Inside me are two wolves. One with the idea that every Sherlock adaptation is a different universe and they all live happily with their Watson. Another where each adaptation is effectively a reboot and while all Sherlocks have their Watsons, they also lose them.

stargazing ᵕ̈        yamaguchi tadashi x gn reader ˎˊ˗

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ thinking abt counting every last freckle on yamaguchi tadashi's gorgeous face ”

even over the tv's droning noise, you hear that faint sound of snoring. with your head gently resting on his chest, you know yamaguchi tadashi is knocked out above you right now. 

all you can do is stare absentmindedly at the glowing screen in front of you both in the living room. because how can you follow along with this tv show's plot when it is quite actually taking every fiber of your being not to turn your head to look at the view you exactly know is there?

no matter how many times you hear the keys jangle as tadashi unlocks the door to your humble little shared apartment, 

he drops his bag next to his never-quite-polished-enough shoes, 

throws off his employee id and comes searching for you with nothing but outstretched arms that yearn to hold you as he tells you about "the longest day" at work,

drapes himself over you all throughout the making of dinner in the kitchen, or as you retrieve the take-out that was dropped off at the front door, 

says "the dishes can be for tomorrow" and suggests to instead finish that show that for some odd reason you two have never been able to get through, 

and falls asleep by the time you get through a second episode–still in his work clothes except for an undone tie hanging loosely around his slightly unbuttoned shirt, mind you–with you snug against him just like this...

you could never get tired of that moment you start to hear the light in-and-out of breathing, right by your ear, tickling the back of your neck. the funny feeling of butterflies always erupts in your chest at that point.

among the many nights you've found yourself in this moment, there have been a few where you've taken the risk in waking your hardworking tadashi up, to see the picture of very peace itself (you firmly believe it is, at least):

everything is still, except for one or two stray strands of tadashi's hair, which gets blown about by the air conditioning unit not too far away from where you two are on the couch. his lips are parted the tiniest bit as his mind and body is having a well-deserved rest, and it would be comical if you didn't find him just so damn charming. and his long lashes are ever so slightly brushed against the freckles that adorn his nose and cheeks.

what's insane is that as annoying the tv is in this scenario, it serves a very vital role. it lights up those alluring freckles, as a colorful reflection of whatever's going on in the forever-unfinished show dances on your tadashi's sleeping face. it makes his freckles shine almost like they're stars.

if tadashi hasn't woken up by the turning of your body at that point (his arms are still very securely wrapped around you, by the way), 

and his eyes haven't reluctantly fluttered open, 

and you haven't had to gently remind him that he should probably change out of his work clothes and freshen up before he falls asleep again, 

and the two of you sadly untangle yourselves and depart from your perfectly comfy position on the couch,

and the apartment air suddenly feels staggeringly cold...

you've enjoyed facing him like that for a while. you would count each star over and over again, finding new constellations and nebulas and comets each time–

no, you can't risk it tonight, you think this time. that image brings you so much enjoyment it's naturally been engrained in your memory, anyway. just close your eyes, and picture it again.

but maybe one look can't hurt. maybe tonight, the risk isn't so bad. you realize: you have many more nights to spend filled with your favorite stars, after all.

the only reason to effectively lower my standards is to stop consuming any form of media and that is simply not an option

it cant be just me who finds it super weird how most humans go through life without thinking that one day non of what theyve done will matter anymore.

imagine theres the last few people known to be alive on earth, sitting together around a bonfire. the human wars that came before have destroyed almost everything but among mountains of trash they find an ancieny record player with a casette by depeche mode in it. they listen to it. they dont know who these people singing are but it makes them happy. nothing else of the time we currently see as our past will have mattered besides this obscure casette that managed to remain on earth, while nothing else survived. through it, depeche mode is still alive in the memory of someone. anything else that was around during the time of depeche mode wont have mattered because there wont be anything to prove its existence and its worth.

this record player represents all of us who are alive and breathing at the moment. but this casette is the thing that truly matters. this casette represents the people that have done something great enough to be remembered by the masses. that niche percentage of humanity who was memorable enough to be relevant so much more time later will be given on to further generations as tales and memories of the times that are now gone. the rest of us wont matter.

as an example: why is it that when people talk about pop music of the last century, the focus is mostly on american/british music? why not romanian pop? japanese pop? any other pop? of course. because it was understandable enough for as many people as possible enjoy it. then those people pass it on to others, then others, then others etc.

you get the point.

to me it is insane how some people think we truly have a purpose in life. my dad tells me "well of course you have a purpose. it is to be remembered and live on through peoples memories"

but if that was everyones goal and purpose and everyone achieved that, wouldnt we remember every single person ever that is no longer around? wouldnt we -societys middle johns- know of every single person that has lived in the past centuries? though we dont. hell, i dont even have any memory of my grandfathers who have both died before i was born. if everyones purpose was to be remembered, then surely i wouldve known what they were like without ever having met them, right?

think of it like this: once we die, we will slowly fade from the memories of people around us. first aquaintances will forget about who exactly we were, then slowly our friends and eventually our children.

in conclusion: nothing matters. screw everything. do whatever the fuck you want. lets say you have a problem procastinating. will you really start doing it after just one more v-sauce youtube video or do you just not want to do it? if you dont want to do it, then dont do it. it wont matter in 50 years. it wont matter in 5 years, fuck even after 5 days it might be irrelevant. live your life the way you want to. time you have "wasted" doing something you enjoy and love isnt wasted. it is time well spent. it is time having fun in this miserable world full of absolute bullshit, horrible people, violence and destruiction.

again, do whatever the fuck you wish to. go get that tattoo. go get that piercing. go throw disgustingly lukewarm water balloons at your friends for the sake of it. go sleep naked in a tree at night. go fuck the pretty girl next door (only if she wants you to tho.)

go wild, go nuts. have your own fun. try to do what you think is best for you without hurting others on the way.

if you think your purpose in life is to have a good stable job and maintain a career: go for it.

if you think your purpose in life is to start just one more playthrough of chrono trigger and you can stop any time: go for it.

if you think your purpose in life is to adopt 10 cats and name them all michael: go for it.

(if you think your purpose in life is to shoot your neighbour: dont go for it, please.)

AGAIN: do whatever the fuck you think will make you feel like you didnt live just because other people told you to. dont take anyones shit.

make this your goal: when you draw your last breath and think back to your past, have it put a smile on your face. dont die being sad that you didnt do something you always wanted to, because in the end it wont have mattered to anyone else but you yourself.

Reblog for sample size and also tell me why in the tags. I want violence. I want discourse. I want bloodshed