My boy 🥹

randomly remembering the time in 2012 when everyone kept saying the world was going to end at midday that day and like, i didnt really believe it, but i didnt want to be a complete fool if i was wrong, so i excused myself from class to go sit the field and perfectly timed the beat drop to a skrillex song just in case something happened. and im just. retroactively amused by the idea of ushering in the appocalypse with skrillex. most 2012 thing you could possibly do.

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

I feel like vampiric transformations are too... fast, most of the time. I want to be claimed slowly: to be visited night after night, and fed from and enthralled until any resistance or resentment I might have had at first has faded to lust and craving. I want to be drained of my will to live a mortal's life; I want to yearn for the slow descent into eternal undeath, forever bound to the one who gave me this gift. Every day a new symptom of my transformation grows more apparent; an illness begotten by the poison in my veins, but curable -- perhaps -- if interceded before it's too late. But it's not just my mortal body that grows weaker, preparing to be made strong again in new life. It's my mind as well. And by the time fear turns to wanting, then it's already too late. The control over my sense of self has already taken hold, and I will never stop wanting to finish what was begun now.

i swear i read a fic i've never read before, i have no memory of a single thing and then i go to leave a kudo and the „you have already left kudos here :)“ shows up… even worse when i already made a bookmark… that wasn’t me i was possessed i swear

Gotta reblog every time I see it

Got their ass’

that one move in heroes rising when bakugo caught deku mid-air and threw him back at nine was actually a religious experience for me