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@lumivarjo
one of the most fucked up things about the internet is how it has given us so many new ways to self harm that we don’t even realize is self harm. it’s something i’ve seen getting addressed little by little recently, as it’s finally being recognized for what it is.
it’s the kind of addictive behaviour we engage in that doesn’t actually benefit us in any way, such as:
- Reading The Comments
- ruthless discourse that won’t accomplish anything
- checking up on people and topics you shouldn’t
- 90% of body image stuff
- constant stream of devastating news
and so on, and so on!!
there are suddenly far less barriers and boundaries between our hearts and the entire rest of the constant, churning world, and sometimes the only thing holding us back from pointless hurt is our own willpower. that’s not always gonna be enough.
we feel shame for turning off anon, for blocking those who hurt us without giving them a “fair chance” first, for leaving a discussion, for leaving a space, for going offline, for missing out. we keep martyring ourselves, and for what? our hearts are not made for this.
we’re still adapting to whatever internet culture is and does to us. remember to breathe and forgive yourself every once in a while.
at this point i’m holding myself together with glitter glue
i am once again thinking about the fact that they used so much fake blood on hannibal that mold started growing on the bottom of the sets. like that means something right
something something this place is rotting from the weight of the blood spilled here etc etc
I’m genuinely curious: what do you personally consider “staying up late”?
"Alright everyone, it's time for me to log off for the night! Have fun, take care, let me know if anything happens!"
"Isn't it like 7:00 in the morning for you?"
"... Why, yes. Yes it is."
An insomniac ouroboros
It's insomniac mornings like these that make me thankful for not having an addictive personality.
you must accept yourself as fallible in order to love others and life. MADS MIKKELSEN as martin in ANOTHER ROUND (2020)
sometimes a fandom will watch a comedy show and then complain that it is a comedy show
robert pattinson cooking pasta on facetime for gq interview is a work of art
when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
Michelle K, I Know I Deserve More
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Have fun in the war dumbass I’ll be at home fucking military wives
Damn. Good way to get your fucking windows kicked in
shut the fuck up and raise my son bootlicker
All fun and games until someone with 3 confirmed kills shows up at your doorstep with a baseball bat
im not at my house tho, im at yours with your wife
But he’s got shooters all over the world 🌎 even when he’s away
just shot a load in his wife
You ungrateful asshole. My bf might be fighting for your freedom and you’re here mocking him for keeping your pathetic ass safe from the threats of the world. If a war comes to our country, we’re not saving you, you dumbass ungrateful fuck up of a human being.
Your bf is fighting for oil and killing civilians and probably cheating on you he’s a scumbag, which is why I just fucked his mom to make a better son
The fool taunts the hungry dogs but the dogs have their day and the fool becomes a feast
your girl boutta be the feast soon as you get deployed boot boy
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Who ever was the first person to post this is the biggest piece of shit in the world. You’re an amoral ASSHOLE!!!!!
Hotmeat89 you are a disgrace you don’t deserve to be called an American! You don’t even have the right to call yourself a MAN!
I don’t call myself a man but your wife still calls me to fuck
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and the Iraqi people welcomed the Americans with flowers. I wanted to set a historical event to teach Bush a lesson from the Iraqis, telling him you lied, we did not welcome you with flowers, and instead we are saying goodbye with our shoes.“
Muntaza Al Zaidi, the Iraqi reporter who became known as the guy who threw a shoe at Bush and later ended up in jail for three years because of it.
happy 12 years to bush shoeing incident
Tell us about one of your characters
Ooh, this is a rare one. But just one? Let me see...
I choose...
Felix Drescher, specifically his Vampire the Masquerade variant.
A vampire of Clan Nosferatu, he's a master of a vampiric skill known as Obfuscation, which allows him to look like anyone and hide in plain sight as though invisible. You see, Nosferatu aren't exactly the most beautiful of vampires, and that face you see above? That is merely his obfuscated form.
His vampiric curse manifested in thick black veins that pulse and writhe, scabs and scales covering his flesh, a plethora of scars, and vicious burn-like markings all over. Yet somehow, his true form is not the most horrid thing about this man.
Oh my, no.
You see, Felix's sire, that is, the one who turned him into a creature of the night, was a foul creature. Vain and cruel, punishment was his most favorite pastime, and torture was his most adored hobby. I won't go into detail here as much of it is far too gruesome to share without hefty warnings, but let's just say that for the first years of his unlife, and the last years of his living one were his own little slice of hell.
Somehow, his sire's demeanor didn't pass on to Felix, not at all. He vowed to never treat another as he'd been treated and swore to never turn another, nor would he ever take a Ghoul, a human bonded by blood, for personal reasons, only to protect them. He is what would be known as a Martyr among the Nosferatu, a vampire who uses his unlife to study the human condition and protect them to the best of his ability as he cannot possibly be one of them. Not anymore.
This vow in mind, the 1980s were a particularly unusual time for Felix. He was barely a few decades old at this point, but his views were still held as more important than the rivalries between one clan and another. The Nosferatu had even found himself starting up a little industrial band deep in the sewers of Berlin, where no mortal soul would dare to venture - except for one.
That would be Christian Swire, an Australian, a fellow musician, yet altogether human. This wouldn't do. He was at risk! Felix would take him from the sewers and whisk him away to a dive bar down some ratty street where the pair would inevitably get to know each other and, after many months, when Felix was absolutely sure of Christian's opinion of him, he would take him as a Ghoul, bonded by blood. How romantic, no?
The pair are nigh inseparable, even in these modern nights when Christian himself has been embraced by Clan Gangrel, more bestial vampires who retain their human visage but gain incredible animalistic abilities.
When they had first met, Felix was obfuscated into an imitation of the human he once was, albeit covered in a multitude of piercings and tattoos. Contrary to what typically happens when a Nosferatu reveals their true form, however, Christian only found himself more in awe of the creature before him, all scaly and scabbed. He actually described him as "beautiful."
I could go on but... there's an awful lot to continue with!
Ask me anything. Literally anything. I don't give a shit.