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can we pretend that astrophage in the night sky are like shooting stars? i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.
Ghost Live Archive - Era 1 now available
i have archived 661 concert videos for Era 1 / Opus Eponymous / Papa Emeritus I / Primo .
i hope this will be useful to other fans of Ghost. thank you for your continued support 🫶
Mountain will lay in the grass and stare up through branches at a starless sky and listen to the way the earth breathes with him, he will hear the secrets the brook whispers, he will feel the soft dirt embrace him like no other, he will feel his own heartbeat surge through the tree roots and echo back to him, and then he will get up, then he will get up and he will go on with life as if the world had not confided in him like a lover.
So I heard that (allegedly) Dew switched from the Fantoman to the Strat during era 5 bc it was too heavy to perform comfortably with. Which, fair enough, it looks pretty large and unwieldy and Dew is on the smaller side. So I wanted to compare how the guitar looked like on a larger ghoul (in this case, Ifrit) and, well…
EDIT (found the source):
The band Ghost is so fucking funny to me. Their frontman currently looks like this:
Or some version of a horny goth clown, but the guy underneath it has got the wettest saddest eyes I've ever seen. Just look at him:
This man admits to being very sensitive and cries at the drop of a hat.
He has a wife and kids.
He wears the costume because he doesn't like the way he looks on stage as a rockstar.
He treats the audience like his children. They're officially called the children of Ghost for that and also because of the play on "children of god."
The band literally fucks around on stage while riffing this badass music. They go through physical comedy skits every concert like the three stooges. For example:
Two demons throw guitar picks at each other when they get angy.
One guy grinds and licks the stage like a cat in heat.
One of them shakes their tits at goth clown man and scares him shitless.
One of them twirls goth clown man like a ballerina as he dances by them.
Several of them slap goth clown's ass when he waddles by.
He created the band to make people happy, to celebrate being a fucking weirdo because he always felt left out, and to make fun of Christianity because it makes people feel bad. He lost his older brother, and it tore him up so bad that the music he made as a result launched him into a worldwide music career.
This man ends every concert "ritual" with three things:
1. Be nice to each other
2. Help each other
3. Go fuck yourself
(Literally and figuratively)
Their music is 70% "fuck me I'm so horny", 10% "I love you so much" and 20% "ethereal badass metal".
Look at how much fun he's having, dude.
It's literally just a rock band filled with the nicest people on earth wearing costumes like a Shakespearean play. And all they do is make up funny little lore stories and serve cunt.
Sports Festival Cavalry teams for KWaF.
I think one of the greatest miracles of the internet was when everyone came together and 100% agreed that General Hux has a tabby cat named Millicent
I can’t help but make him my beautiful scarecrow man
Volume 4 Coming Soon
Hey folks, hope you find this post! I wanted to update y’all on what’s coming to Kiss with a Fist for Volume 4 since I didn’t get a chance to in the wrap-up for Volume 3! I’m very excited about this!
Volume 4 is shaping up to have six chapters and go from 36 to 41. We’re deviating pretty significantly from the manga/show pacing here to give the kids some downtime before the Sports Fest, but it won’t be boring by any means. Here’s the tentative titles for each chapter of Volume 4.
Ch 36: A peaceful garden
Ch 37: Step by step
Ch 38: A new week
Ch 39: That’s the idea
Ch 40: Show the world
Ch 41: Declarations
Anything more than that and I’d be giving away blatant spoilers! I do have a few more tidbits to share with you though!
Volume 4 will feature more Dadzawa and DadMight content and more disaster trio EraserMidMic. An important new character will be introduced and the stirrings of boy trouble will begin (due to multiple people!). I’m *incredibly* excited to finally reveal a hidden secret from all the way back in CHAPTER TWO of this fic. The last thing I can share is that we’ll be doing a bit more worldbuilding with this downtime, so hopefully that helps to flesh out Izuku’s life with Chiyo a bit more!
As always, thank you all for your support!
Idk why everyone is so against giving Tooru an costume that just turns invisible with her?? Didn’t Edna Mode hit that shit way back when in 2004?
When you enter heaven God gives you a basket of moonberries, as seen in Webkinz game "Jumbleberry Fields"
Welcome to Night Vale: "male presenting" is what we'll go with, to be polite :)
The Magnus Archives: "male presenting" is what we'll go with, but *that thing is not human*
Writers!! Describe your current WIP(s) in the most boring way possible. I want to see this skdjfkdfhk
every single thing people have said has been amazing, I'm dying laughing here
Astronaut wakes up from a nap early and can’t figure out how to get back to sleep.
Vapid brat’s attempt to reunite with simp boyfriend waylaid by complete lack of customer service.
Anxiety ridden teenager too nervous to become doctor so he beats up bad guys instead
Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?
seeing incredible writers reblog this is wild
All the time.
And then there's the opposite of where you're like "damn why don't you ever speak to me in flowery dulcet tones"
Seating chart for my MHA fic -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/38124451/chapters/95239504
Blue text is Aizawa reasoning and red text is meta reasoning
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Not delivering the boy to safety after saving him the first time, allowing him to follow you into your dangerous mode of transportation, leaving him on a ROOF after crushing his DREAMS—!” Chiyo ticked the perceived crimes of Yagi off on her fingers, glaring at the man in question.
“And then you had the audacity, the pure audacity, to let him wander away from a Villain attack alone, at which point you ambushed him, and proceeded to offer a FOURTEEN YEAR-OLD BOY—” Chiyo sucked in a breath. “THE GREATEST POWER IN THE GODDAMN UNIVERSE???”
She pointed at Izuku, sitting in one of the chairs on the opposite wall of Yagi’s seat, anxiously twisting his fingers together. “I’m surprised the boy didn’t drop dead from the shock of the entire day. I’m ashamed of you, Toshinori!”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Most Pro Heroes show their greatness, their aptitude, at a relatively young age. They’re lifted up into the ranks of Hero society because the world sees their potential.” Those blue eyes were locked on Izuku’s. “Many of them claim that in dangerous situations, their bodies moved before they could think, spurred into action by something base in their makeup.”
Izuku lost his balance, dropping to his knees before the towering figure, the shadow cast over him so much larger than the actual man in front of him.
“That’s what happened to you, isn’t it? Young Midoriya… your legs moved without you… Your body ignored the fear and faced danger head on… Am I right?”
Izuku could barely manage the “yes” that finally escaped from him. So many thoughts were swirling in his head, faster than the clouds in the sky after the Detroit Smash. He heard Inko’s voice, his own promise at a cold stone grave, the kind words of a nurse, the firm tone of a doctor, the painful memory of explosive insults, the cheerful hopes for a bright future… He let out a broken sob.
“Izuku Midoriya. You can be a Hero.”