[dougdimmadisco]

everyone’s drawing kaveh as “and ken” in the mugshot meme as if we’ve already forgotten the time alhaitham was literally arrested

[uplatterme]

[sufferbravely]

Cannot believe how little of a fuck I give about FFXVI. Seein posters for it on the bus and I’m no even gettin a single twinge of excitement. Even XV had something of a spark to it, just the tiniest glimmer of oh maybe this will be something special, maybe there will be at least ONE drop of good good character shit to quench my dried throat. Everything about XVI just tastes like sandpaper fml.

[hamletthedane]

my brother just called me late at night, barely able to get two words out because he was laughing so hard. Finally, through the wheezing, he told me “go google the new Gollum game. Please”

So I did. And now I just spent half an hour on the phone nearly dying. We just kept sending eachother pictures of Gollum from the game and LOSING IT all over again. I haven’t laughed this hard in YEARS.

[hamletthedane]

I mean, this image alone from an OFFICIAL GAMER MAGAZINE REVIEW is the perfect reaction pic - it expresses every single human emotion all at the same time. I honestly don’t think we’ll ever top this uncanny valley delight:

[animentality]

[papasmoke]

[ampersandvich]

Can't believe you cropped out (Give head)

[papasmoke]

Canonically inaccurate gollum is a selfish lover and would never give head

[queerism1969]

[feral-and-or-horny]

[ruinedareadbhar]

[favoritesticle]

[butch-king-frankenstein]

if Homer Simpson was exposed to top/bottom discourse he would say “mmm… subs” while thinking about a big sandwich. and we should all strive to be more like him in this way

[nelkenbabe-deactivated20211107]

"i would die for you" this, "i'd walk through fire for you that"

what about "i'd live for you" romances? what about "i never thought i'd be worth the work it would take to piece myself together"?

what about "i don't believe i'm worth it, but for you i'll try"

[cogchip]

the mercy of a god, the cruelty of a mother

[not-shamhat]

Miko and her stepson(?)

[cqtlatte]

morning glory

[cqtlatte]

a beautiful flower

[neetols]

oh my poor lord

[sufferbravely]

Right who knows how much I’m actually gonnae post on here but fuck I just wanna feel my fandom oats and rb a bunch of pretty art and say dumb stupid gay shit over all my fictional favs so Here I Am. I Grant Myself Permission To Be Cringe All Day Long ♡

[sufferbravely]

I look up and the wood streams down. Leaves reaching as though to touch me. Rain streaking in sharp lines so far above but dripping in gentle rhythm by the time they reach my feet. As though being seen through so much air compresses into violence. As though being seen through so much air makes time fly so much faster. Is there violence embedded in distance, like footsteps outside the door, like a message being typed? Is there violence embedded in time, like the past condensed knifebright streaks or the future imagined the same? Or is violence embedded only in perspective, this gentle landing all that has ever been real?

Birds sing in foreign languages, like radios played backwards, like the hands of clock straining to tick one second forwards. Yet the longer I listen, the more the melody shapes itself into something familiar. The warbler, the blackbird sample. Shapes repeating and pressed together, constructed dream like out of a library of experience. The longer you look, the more you see the burst of four-petal flowers, the mottled spots crawling giraffe-like up that tree, the nameless shades of green overlapping one another, the way the water dripping from drain pipe - for now, for now at least - makes a rhythm you can follow, rely on, predict. Patterns forming from repetition, passerine shriek becoming song just as you notice the seeds hanging from this tree look just like tiny pinecones.

The voice of my friend burbling in the background, clipped from digital static and heard through living air. The strangeness of closeness, the ease that comes so quickly it’s as if it has always been there. American Robin like thrush, like garden bird, like, impossibly, home.

You close your eyes. Breathe it in. Let the shades of it coat your eyelids and your lungs. Remember that it’s air, all the same.