EVERY YEAR
YOU ARE THE REASON

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@adrenaline-void
EVERY YEAR
in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD
instead ask:
is it SINCERE
was it CATHARTIC
was it FUN TO MAKE
is it MADE BY ME
and don't forget to stay silly
the father (dolly parton), the son (sabrina carpenter), and the holy spirit (miss piggy)
I genuinely believe that the new SW trilogy wouldn’t have flopped out into irrelevance like it did if they hadn’t dumped Finn on the side of the freeway like a new pet rabbit the week after easter
Anyway in my heart Finn became a Jedi alongside Rey and inspired a Stormtrooper insurrection and Kyle Ron went back to his mom like he should have day fucking one and that angry redhead dude blew up with the star destroyer and Poe got to make it happen and at the end Rey doesn’t give a shit who her bitch ass non-palpatine parents might have been because she gets her new family like she needed and palpatine stays dead at the bottom of his musty hole like he should have and Finn and Poe give each other approximately 130% the amount of lingering meaningful looks and then one of their run-together-to-reunite moments results in a heat-of-the-moment make out like it should have and Luke and Leia meet in person a minimum of once so she can sibling slap him at least once for being a useless dramatic old hermit for a billion years and tell him to get the Chanel boots back on and stop being a sad hobo and then for no reason at all there is an ewok style moon of Endor forest party at the end like God intended
for the ppl who struggle with believing their DR is real
okay darling, come here, take a deep breath
you’ve either been scrolling for a long time, looking for “new information” and tirelessly attempting to shift 10000+ times everyday and still waking up here, losing “belief” OR you’re new to shifting and don’t believe your DR is real
well, either way, can I jst applaud your efforts and hard work right now? Yeah. You deserve it, and you’ve come soooo far. You’re soooo close to finally shifting and you’re not gonna let doubts ruin that for you, okay?
Now, You’re here for proof, here you go. Think about everything in your DR. Your family, do you feel homesick and nostalgic towards them? Your friends, do you feel excited about having fun together? Your fans, do you feel happy at seeing how much they love you? Your soulmate, do you feel an intense amt of love for them? Your enemies, do you hate them? Your home, do you feel connected to it? Your DRself, do you feel comfortable when you identify with them? I could go on and on buuutt…
there.
that’s your proof.
You are capable of having feelings for only things that are Real. And feelings are the language of the subconscious mind. so what now? Don’t let these anti-shifters and societies “impossible” mindset ruin you. You can do it, because it’s real. Because you are real
omg the multiverse is sooo lucky to have you my loveeee srsly don’t do thisss!
Damn 5 years already
I don’t know why I associate Camp Half Blood with pop punk, sad acoustic, and fall out boy, but I just do
phan is real, destiel is canon, johnlock are parents, the doctor is gay and mcr are back. you have reached the end point of tumblr thank you for participating and good night
I’ve been waiting a year to post this
happy 20 years to the 15 year long hate crime. you ruined my life and stole my youth and i miss you every day. whatever.
things you can experience, because shifting realities is the definition of free will .
running in the royal gardens of a monarch who decided to invite you for a tea party, or to strategically take over the enemies. you can find a secret garden and make it your personal space in the meantime you are over as a guest (or if you decide to conquest the throne, betraying your tea-party-friend). eat macaroons, fresh fruits, or maybe you can lay down in the garden while others put the most delicious thing you ever tasted in your mouth.
a pirate cursed with immortality by a mermaid, but you make your curse your biggest gift by seeing how the world and history unfolds. you learn about cities under the sea and outside, creatures like you and the sea looks at you like its own chil.
you can be an all powerful being who one day, by boredom, decided to create a planet and people to conduct an experiment….or to have something to watch to stop your eternal apathy. you can create emotions, people, places; you are the architect and the world, or universe, or whatever name you decide to give it, is yours.
all the places we know in this reality, in all timelines. you can sunbathe in italy in 1970 and smell the perfume of wines in 226 bc. you can be the next in command of alexander the great. or have a conversation with judas. or be sappho's muse. watch gladiators in sparta, read something in the library of alexandria, walk in paris during la belle époque, be part of the beatles. and if you are feeling silly, punch sigmund freud.
be an artist in the 60s. maybe new york or in chicago or in rome. or you can go around the world with a band or just leave, breathe, smell art of all kinds. you can be the most pretentious man to have walked on earth and you can be the woman who started a fashion revolution.
you are a writer who can live inside your books and while you live the experiences as your main characters, the book write themselves thanks to your thoughts.
you can whisper to an unicorn all of your deepest insecurities and the unicorn can give you eternal peace back. you can live in an enchanted forest where everyday fairies chose the dress of line you will wear, where you can sing with birds, where maybe a knight will find you all lost and tell you look like a miracle sent from the divine. or maybe you can live in an enchanted village with your sisters where hair braiding is sacred and flowers compliment you every morning.
you can sleep for three centuries straight without worrying you missed something important.
travel space with a group of friends. maybe complete a quests for an alien-king. or maybe you can just have fun visiting places so different from each other but that all have a feeling of home and a perfume that will forever stay in your lungs.
candyland. you are friends with skittles and there's a war between sour patch kids and snickers. you have to choose if you want the candy throne and who are your allies.
you can be a pope who hits the vape everytime you get bored of your job. smile and wave at people who call you father.
revive childhood, but the whimsical things are real. fairies show to you because you believe in them. cats talk. you can live near woods where bears raised you and in the lake mermaids taught you how to swim. maybe your neighbour can be a witch who shows you spells and makes the most delicious pie you will ever eat.
you are a star, or maybe a constellation. or maybe a planet. you will do celestial being duties or maybe just watch the rise and fall of humanity. maybe help people find their way at home or for a greater destiny.
two lizards own a podcast and you watch them debate for hours while the mouse next to you shakes his head in disappointment.
you can be part of a dynasty and people talk about you if you are gods. you eat the most luxurious food of the kingdom, your clothes will never compare to the ones of other nobles,
a world where everyone speaks in riddles and this bites you on the ass all the time because you are a "chosen one" for a quest.
the party girl everyone knows. your life is full of colours and tropical flowers and the beach and champagnes next to your best friend who is holding a slim cigarette. you wear low-rise jeans and have a tattoo on your back and one on the inside of your lower lip that says something your mother would disapprove. maybe you like to DJ. you are the centre of attention. your hair are long and you swing them around. you have a favourite colour and shade that people get reminded of you when they see it. the type of person that has people say "oh, that's so [name]" when they see something cool.
you can be the favourite student of a sensei. you can learn tricks for life you have never thought about and learn how to be one with nature herself. (or: be mother nature!).
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
the theatrics, the commitment to the bit even offstage where only a handful would see, the water bottles being in character, the fact that i got to finally scream you should've raised a baby girl i should've been a better son live...
my chemical romance you continue to be a theatre kid's favorite band for the little things
I survived the hostage situation at Mcr Seattle
In those heavy days in June,
When love became an act of defiance.
(A landscape piece combining the colours of my pride flags.)
things you DO NOT need to be a man
a dick
he/him pronouns
XY chromosomes
things you DO need to be a man
the swiftness of a coursing river
the force of a great typhoon
the strength of a raging fire
the mysteriousness of the dark side of the moon
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