#bruh help

[amledtheweirdhuman]

what have I done.

[cnarg-ondutyhehe]

QOUTE OF THE DAY!!!

"I WANT YOU DEAD...!"

— Jax🏳️‍⚧️

[zaibugger]

does anyone have that zombie apocalypse post where the zombies still retain their old habits from when they were human and like. one of the specific lines was a zombie rolling up his sleeves perfectly

[lunathegalacticwolf]

Okay I started shipping my OC Thistle with Kevin (Thistle likes the nerds) and thanks to @spookykittyzzz's snapdragons fanfic on Wattpad and AO3 I want to write a hanahaki story and now I must lore dump- 💀

BRUH I HAVE TOO MANY BLOGS FOR THIS!!!

Slightly related drawings for filler. You can take.

And the first drawing may or may not foreshadow a fanchild

[certifiedleashchild]

Jeff: what the fuck is ranch?

BEN: isn’t it like mayonnaise?

Toby: wait no i thought it was spinach and yogurt

Jeff:

BEN:

EJ: what the fuck

[satan-is-a-furry]

Am I a man or am I nonbinary I don’t know honestly

Can I be both?

[goodomensandtea]

yo I'm looking for an adult (pls 21+ bc I am an Adult) who's still for some reason obsessed with klance to talk to about my fics

I have an idea that's been running around in my head forever and I have two half first chapters worked out and most of the plot but idk what to put down next so if anyone wants to hit me up I'd greatly appreciate it

I'm working on two stories rn one with the story mostly plotted out and one with a skeletal outline of the first half and keith's pov and lance's pov of the first chapter but not much else

if ur curious here is keith's pov of the first chapter of one my fics about werewolf!keith and mage!lance

As a wolf, all Keith had was instinct and a foggy memory of smoke and anguish.  

It was the stench of trespassers that brought him close to the edge of his forest looking to defend his territory. The distinct musk of mud and rust with a hint of flowery perfume made it clear that his intruders were vampires, and instinct screamed in his blood to slay them. Curiously though, there was another scent that he couldn’t quite place. It was certainly a fey, but it wasn’t one that he had ever encountered before. He hardly dwelled on the mystery. To the wolf, they were all enemies.  

A group of five vampires, possibly a new coven trying to claim territory, stalked the outlier through the trees, too engrossed in their own hunt to realize they were the targets of another. The coven moved closer and closer until they cornered their prey. It was then, cornered and injured, that the outlier pulled some strange energy out of the air and lit a spark in the leaves, the small flickering flame reflecting in the hunters’ eyes before going out. While the coven gave the action no mind, the wolf was shaken. In an instant the anxiety, the fear, the burning anger that always hung below the surface sprung its head and the wolf lunged forward to attack the fire-eyed vampires. 

He could barely remember the fight. Animal instincts and muscle memory took over the fight and he attacked without thought. There were vampires, then there weren’t. And then, there was the boy. 

Keith. 

The sound of his name was more shocking than the blue light that exploded around them.  

Keith Kogane. 

When was the last time he’d heard that name? His head started to spin as he was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that there was so much more inside him than the wolf, that he was Keith, that he wanted to be Keith. 

The blue light surrounding them grew brighter and brighter until it was a blinding white that overtook the wolf entirely. 

And then the light faded, the wolf was gone and all that was left was Keith. 

When Keith came to, he struggled to get his mind together. It felt as though someone has taken a sledgehammer to his brain and then jammed the bits back together. The first thing he could remember was his name. Keith Akira Kogane, like a lighthouse in a storm the name brought him home. Next, he remembered why he could remember that. The boy who had called his name lay unconscious on the ground next to him, looking worse for wear. Around the two of them were the remains of the slain vampires from the encounter last night.  

The sight of his own carnage was enough to make Keith want to vomit, which prompted the fear of what would come out. Would he choke up a bunny? A hand? Keith’s mind was reeling and the consequences of his wolfen rage weren’t helping him to think clearly. He stared intently at his hands, his arms and legs, realizing two things at once. He was pretty sure he was the same age – his body looked the same as best he could remember. And second, he was completely naked.  

Keith took a breath and tried focusing on the basics – did he have a home he could go to? What he needed more than anything was someplace safe. He looked back at the boy, unsure what to make of him or what to do about him. Keith crawled over to examine him further, a curiously strong compulsion pulling him in, telling him to stay despite his every animal instinct screaming at him to <i>flee run get away</i>. He looked over the boy’s face, marred by a bloody nose and the early signs of a black eye. Dirt stuck to the sweat and blood drenching the boy’s face strange boy’s face. True to their nature, the vampires were playing with their food when he interrupted. Beneath the dirt he had striking features – ones Keith had never seen before. Even with his mind still reeling as old memories floated to the surface, he was certain that he didn’t know this boy. So how did he know Keith’s name? 

[alwaysaladysworld]

Homophobic shit my family says pt. 7

Mom: Look at this *shows me “fashion for men” post on Facebook*

Me: hmm? *sees a gorgeous black man in skirts and suit jackets* ahem i see…

Mom: This is crazy! Ridiculous! What would you do if you saw that?

Me: *shrugs* oh well

Me: *internally* HE LOOKS SO GOOD OMFG 😍 WDYM WHAT WOULD I DO??? I WOULD COMPLIMENT THE FUCK OUTTA THEM!!! LET MEN WEAR SKIRTS!!