i cast wizard beam

jess | 29 | she/they

[darkshrimpemotions]

I miss fun TV shows with ragtag friend groups getting into wacky hijinks. Like yeah fine they save the world or whatever but more importantly, they crack jokes and get into shenanigans and take care of each other. Miss the hell out of that shit.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

*Knock the lock open with a spell.*

[cartethyia-fleurdelys]

Random Astarion Gifs 13/~

[stylesnews]

Harry wishing happy anniversary to a couple during Canyon Moon - 04/09

[trashcanprince]

shower him with affection 🥰

[trashcanprince]

even an evil manifestation gets lonely sometimes

timelapse

[abelmori]

all grown up 🎈

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

I play the same 25 songs everyday and them mfs hit every time

[incorrediequotes]

Richie: [rolls over in bed and jabs Eddie with his knee]

Eddie: Ow! You kneed me!

Richie, half asleep: Yeah, I do need you

[rneliflua]

there’s a large grey area between “this creator is a misogynist/homophobe/racist” and “this creator did not fully think through the implications of some of their writing choices” and it would be nice if people would stop to assess where in the scale between those two cases their criticism applies, instead of going for a hard zero on the first option all the time

[trashcanprince]

boyfriend shirt

[donestiel]

- Nathaniel Orion G. K.

[kaspbrakatitagain]

Richie, a repressed gay: is it normal to feel like you HAVE to make sure your friend laughs every day or you’ve like, failed??

Bill, a chronic people pleaser with a guilt complex: yeah I’m pretty sure it is

[just-whelmed]

♡ qualities of a hero loser ♡

[otterycatch]

honey lights & lavender | sonya & harriet, modern-day musicians au

[losersclub3000]

if not tomorrow, perhaps the day after ❧ an interactive, choose your own adventure fic. richie’s stuck in a time loop and has a lot on his plate, so you get to help call the shots.

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier word count: 100.1k total, 42.6k average

There’s a beat of weird, echoey silence and then Eddie tilts his head, annoyed, and says, “What the fuck do you mean you’ve already done this twice? We only fought It once when we were kids.” Richie barks a short, deranged laugh. Good for you, Eds, you know how to count! Congratulations on passing kindergarten math! “Well I,” he starts, dragging out the I into several syllables and poking a finger into his own chest, “am in some sort of fucking time loop, that—that, fucking, ugh!” He lets out a shout of rage and does a little shake instead of punching the ugly wallpaper. He feels possessed, or insane. The others look at him in a way that very much communicates they share that sentiment. “I don’t know!” he admits, throwing his arms up in the air to indicate as much. “I don’t know. Two days ago it was today and yesterday it was today but now today it’s today and I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I don’t wanna do it anymore, I—I don’t wanna do it! I’m not gonna do it!” Oh, yeah. Richie’s handling this great.

read on ao3 | listen to the playlist

[spidaerman]

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent.