#too dramatic

[rubyingmyballs]

Caroline Forbes is me and I am her.

[joysandroses]

I hope you loved me, the same way mothers in the movies love their daughters. Then i wouldn't have always urged myself to switch channels on my TV to avoid watching the kind of love i long for.

[tangledinaprettyway]

I am back from the dead

Yes it was dark there

Tumblr is the light

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[knightposting-archived]

I saw someone complaining about the new revenant subclass for hunters, saying that it’s “too flashy for hunters because they’re the weapon master/tool user class”

and I’m just

too dramatic???

FOR A HUNTER????

[dumkeidumb]

hhhhh comic hhhhh from my fic hhhhh cuz i was bored hhhhhh

obligatory link to my fic

[wellwatersurprise]

!! Attention Bajoran Workers !!

i thought it would be fun to have an “attention bajoran workers” dukat poster so i made one lol, i love to hate this lizard

[devilmaycry-headcanons]

Hey! I hope this concept isn't too much to ask for but I've been thinking about this for a while. May is ask for some headcanons of V finding out that his s/o is an immortal and everytime they die the day just restarts (you could tell this is inspired by Happy Deathday and Ground hog Day) And the consequnce of being immortal is that they have to die atleast 6 times everyday, no matter how mundane the day is. (The deaths are like final destination) Sorry for the trouble!!

I think the answer would not be how to cure them but how to make them stay dead.

“I don’t want to die even one more time”.

“Then?”

“Just, just help me find a way for me to stay dead. I’m tired”.

V by that point had learned that love came in many ways. And sometimes letting go was a way of love.  

But there wasn’t an answer. There wasn’t a cure.

 But immortality was a big word. A word so big that lost its meaning. 

And there was the answer. A very powerful and magic-infused dagger, so old that gods were walking among humans when it was wrought. 

A dagger that could kill the unkillable.

The dagger was in his hands, they put the dagger there. 

“Please”.

And V would run the dagger through them. Without ceremony, without an overture. 

“Goodbye, rest well”.

[fibikath]

I was 20 when I realized that a lot of our teenage dramas that we thought were real was not real, and the time that we step into adulthood is the genuine whiff of how the world works. It was a preparatory stage for the beginning of the end, but might as well keep your hands tight on the railings and hold them well.

I recently realized too that silence can be comforting and annihilating. Probably most when you're deep in your thoughts and none of the things are coming out right.

There are a lot that would feel pretty sure, but some are actually less than it actually should be. This is our trying times, and I hope we make it with our best.

Note that when we thought we would not be able to conquer, that is our breaking point. Push until you are able to. We all are trying to be brave here.