#aieeeeeee

[bastardpacs]

"Trouble is here."

PAC photographed by speedy.photo +

[sarah-skylark]

No like do you know what’s it’s like this week to be a good omens fan from way back in the 90s and everything has been about the same for like 30 years and then you get a well done series that sprinkles a bit of new stuff in you are anxious about but eventually welcome and now in 4 days everything you’ve known about this little fandom that grew big is now about to change forever, everything could change, do you know

[arcadefl00r]

smiles big and wide. You guys should give me money

[minmos]

pokemon masters gen one nostalgia suck the cock off of my torso no more kanto exclusive battles no more team rocket no more nostalgia bait no more extreme battle events designed to make one (1) character look good no more FUCKING misty outfits

[nuwanders]

PRINCE PHILIP DEAD

[redzeverin]

I HAD TO GET THE FULL PIC TOGETHER BECAUSE--- *breaths*

LOOK AT THIS BOI 

(❤ ∀ ❤)  AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEeeee

[zhiamomence]

[earthbinder-a2]

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    ↪    @throned​  asked  :    ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ vol'jin to thrall, ofc!

It seems simple enough. What happened ?? his companion asks, as if he is recounting a past day's absence. As if he had not DIED a slow, painful death on the Warchief's throne and left the world asunder with his parting, one that Thrall himself had never forgiven himself for not witnessing personally.

Thrall simply shakes his head, eyes full of unreadable emotion and yet staring nowhere in particular. What happened ??

" ... Where to even begin, my friend ?? " He nearly whispers in response, voice fond in its tone but exhausted all at once. " Everything and nothing, simultaneously. We repelled the Legion only for the Alliance and Horde to take their arms up against each other once more, and for Sylvanas to do this. To— to desecrate even DEATH as we all know it. "

Shaman pauses, fingers flexing at his side. How quintessentially alone he has felt through it all, and if he were more selfish, perhaps he would admit it now. But that is simply not his way; even in his loneliness, he is condemned to silence by no one but himself. A chorus of I miss you and I'm sorry rides the wave of his tongue and CRASHES unceremoniously against the back of his teeth.

" I ... was not present for much of it, firsthand, " he instead admits softly, " for reasons I would not burden you with. But I am here now. And I suppose my efforts to stop her must count for something. "

The silence that lingers in the air around him is heavier than the albatross around his neck.