#nnnnnnnnng

[alcego]

kicking myself bc i don’t WANT to merge these 2 side characters but as my plot stands rn it seems like one of them will be sticking out like a horse in a quagmire

[queen-scribbles]

uh-oh. I had to watch a bit of a let's play to double check a detail and now I really, REALLY want to replay one of the Pillars games.

Help me.

I love Eora so damn much but I do not have time to juggle another game right now.

[goldalarm]

"All-Star Batman" will be villain-focused. "It doesn't change any of their origins, but it's sort of like what we did with the Joker," Snyder said. 

Oh.

[brinnanza]

so I finally read letters from the northern continent and I’m dying oh god I’m dead I have died this fic is so good

[kiramessa]

that balthier gif set is honestly putting me into a ridiculously overheated state

because i've got pretty hate machine on and there's a few songs (or like one?) on there that are too fucking hot and ifsdafjlksafklsd

JUST GO LOOK AT THAT GIF SET AND LISTEN TO NIN'S "THE ONLY TIME."

RIGHT NOW.

[crockpotmistress]

I wanna be choked while listening to circa survive

[theunsuspectingmoose]

Twinning || suaexpio || closed.

      They couldn't do it, couldn't burn the body. If there was any hope, any way to bring him back, they would. Selling their souls was a better option than never being able to breathe alongside their brother again. 

        Winchesters. Always dying for one another. It was a habit they would need to break. But not yet, not until Dean was breathing again.

        Only three people had shown up to the funeral. It was a shame - the casket had cost more than intended, but it was worth it. Worth having a gravestone marked with his name. A place where they would be able to visit, and remember. Bobby was there - of course. But he wasn't able to stay long,

"Well boys - you've just got each other now. Take care of yourselves." And with that, he got into his truck, and left behind what was left of his family.

              "Sam--" 

They were both breaking, and Oliver knew it. But at least, they had each other.

              "We're gonna be okay. I have you, and you've got me. It's not the first time that we've only had each other to rely on. Remember that time Dean--" No. Not yet. It was s fresh wound, he would only rub salt in it by finishing that sentence. "My point is, we.. we can do it. 

                                             We'll be okay."

Oliver was lying to both of them. And he knew it.

[horse-girl420]

*lies face down on floor in an attempt to sink into the carpet and never have to deal with life again*