#and destiny

[marshbevvie]

Put a loser in a dress, she’s still a loser. ⚔️ 🔑

(Or: Destiny styling me to look like I’m in a pageant while Mari takes overdramatic pictures and Richie does his ridiculous impressions from the entryway of the door.)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Illustration for "Satan, his origin, work, and destiny" (1920) Carlyle B. Haynes

[durch-hali]

Kinda nice noting the last time we saw live action young Luke was during Return of the Jedi (1983), then 40+ yrs later we get to see him appear again in the last scene of the Mandalorian s2 where he gets to interact with only Din and Grogu. No wonder why dinluke ship blew up over night, felt like the planets really aligned for them. 

[star-will]

James Flint is the kind of guy who reads a book and comes away with the strangest interpretation possible, AND will die on that hill. 

[warlorddoom991]

Oh! A Broken ass plant! I wonder what will I do?...Oh yeah I'll just post some screenshots of genji and mercy!!  

Also this random shot from Destiny:)

[namorfetish]

figured out it wasn’t even jim but it also kind of was because of brainwashing . fuck my stupid 1968 submariner life .

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Some time ago, Lennon was confronted by a man pleading. Pleading for a year of her precious time. For her to await his return. One year, he said, And I'll be everything you want and need. Just you wait.

Lennon, of course, thought this a ridiculous, fantastical idea. She denied him, perhaps too thoughtlessly. Understanding herself to be she who set him free upon the world, Lennon was rather delighted with herself in the aftermath. Even as her suitor's heart shattered under her boot, she smiled, waving genially at the crowd as a Queen might.

True to his word, however, a year passed and he returned to her doorstep. April ninth, Lennon opened her door to a man hardly recognisable to her mind. Her smile- Polite, as she had been taught- froze on her lips. Absently, reduced to her factory settings, she supposed she must have breathed through the silent moments, but she could have sworn the Earth ceased spinning as she stood there, smiling like a clown, before him.

Wordless, he nodded to her. And his spell was broken.

It was not that Lennon regretted rejecting him, no. Truly, it may have been the decision of her life which contributed most completely to her happiest of moments. Rather, she belonged to a certain kind of person: That who never face the consequences of their actions.