Never Stop the Randomness

This is my blog for my rambles, my reblogs, and my Randomness. Hope you all have fun!

[4077-mash-blog]

[guygirlwhatever]

[metallianvalidor]

[cindy-lou]

You think it's some kind of a diamond. I thought it was some kind of a battery, but we're both wrong. It's their life-force. That crystal is the only thing keeping these people alive. You take that away, and they'll die. Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001) Dir. Gary Trousdale And Kirk Wise

[orkazh-arts]

"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️‍🌈

My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨

[spikedaily]

I know I'm a bad poet but I'm a good man. All I ask is that- is that you try to see me- JAMES MARTSERS as SPIKE in BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER “FOOL FOR LOVE” (5.07)  — aired November 14, 2000.

[fuffygifs]

slept so long by jay gordon

[bigbootybuffet]

[edgar-allan-possum]

Ring's on the wrong finger. Sic em, Jason.

[slime-lilly-deactivated20220926]

[katerinapetrova]

- adam silvera insp: victoriaspedretti

[summersblood]

2.06 | 3.12

[willofdpeople]

OMGOMGOMG THISSSSS

[heyhanibee]

live laugh love kataang warmup sketch🩵🧡

[spikedaily]

Angel | 5.11 “Damage”

[blondegirlbrainrot]

protective big brother (reminder: still soulless) spike is so important to me because y’all can hate him all you want, but you can never tell me that this man didn’t truly care for and love dawn (and joyce for that matter). he didn’t have to stay and take care of her when buffy flatlined but he did. he didn’t know that the scoobies (willow specifically) were trying to bring her back and he still stayed with her family and friends to keep his promise.

[anyaajenkins]

Forgiveness

BtVS 2.19 I Only Have Eyes for You // AtS 1.18 Five by Five // BtVS 7.05 Selfless // BtVS 7.02 Beneath You // BtVS 6.22 Grave

[black-doe]

— and that perhaps, is when a villain is most dangerous.

[black-doe]

She would sleep. 

She would wake. 

She would walk.

As if woken from a nightmare, she would walk back to her home, feeling each time that it was a dream. Feeling that if she walked to her bedroom, to the room she once shared with her husband, her infant daughter, that perhaps the nightmare would abate -

And she’d stare at that empty bed… and Viola would remember.

And the remembering itself was injury anew. Her heart would shatter anew, burning in her bosom, a searing ache that she hoped would be quenched by the cold, muddy waters of her new manor. Her new home.

Thus, she would sleep, and she would forget.

Having forgotten, she would wake.