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"I'm not his son. Not anymore. The body he made - the body he gave me? It's gone. All I have left is my name. I may not be his son anymore, but I will always be Zane."
—A thing I imagined Zane said at one point. Because I like to feel pain.
Prompt #30
“My sleep schedule is fucked,” hero started, scratching their hair. “So I’d like to request a day off.”
“Sir, this is a Wendy’s…" the cashier’s voice faltered, lightly trembling.
“Mm… well… I’d like to quit my job.” hero blurted out, a couple of chuckles making their way out of the hero’s mouth. “I heard villains make a hundred thousand a month…”
The cashier jumped. One hundred thousand?! A month?! That would pay all of the bills they owe to their landlord in just a second.
The hero formed a weary smirk on their lips. “Surprising right? That’s not all though, I heard-”
“Just tell me what you want!” The cashier snapped, already annoyed by the hero’s shenanigans.
“Be my villain sidekick.”
I was scrolling through my playlists on Spotify and i just realized how many songs about Critical Role I liked before I got interested in it. Like I added them to playlist sometimes even 1 year ago, and I got interested in Critrole when I saw The Legend of Vox Machina. So, I hope you understand my surprise.
Over 10 songs. I didn’t count them so I have no idea how mang exactly. And I just liked them because they sounded nice.
How is that even possible?
Something you should always remember about every single person you see on this site is that they are a tumblr user. They are the kind of person who uses tumblr
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happy independence day malaysia 🇲🇾🐯
my new fursona...
2 of my fav pics, tongue eating parasite found in a tuna can
guys!! i saw a bird with a feather in its beak today!!! it was cool
PLZ REBLOG
Touya: I want you to either hug me or punch me very hard
Keigo: ,,,,, c’mere
Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags
what happened on the drive home from tadfield...?
Edit: this happens on wednesday after the paintball arena (and the wall slam), not after the nopocalypse! I am well aware they took the bus! ^^
what if death is a like a prism our consciousness passes through like light, and scatters us like particles, breaking out wavelengths seen and unseen, and when we meet someone we feel like we’ve known our whole life we’re re-meeting a small part of ourselves we traveled with on another journey at another time, now shining through a new medium, and maybe those rare ones we find and feel like soul mates are particles of us in a wavelength closer to the one which we presently perceive
i’m shitposting againnnnnnnn..........
there are genuinely a lot of shows on netflix (and other streaming services, but the main one I'm talking about is netflix) that i would LOVE to watch right now, but i can't help but wonder why i would bother? they are probably just going to cancel it anyways, and the ones they don't cancel (umbrella academy) have some of the worst endings
cancelling dead boy detectives hit me harder than any other cancellation or ending and i really don't know what to do about that.