the paper-hearted ghost

whos the blorbo you have the most merch of? it can be handmade or official or unofficial or ANYTHING just. merch

Enough about your blorbos for a minute: who are your siblings’ blorbos? Reblog with your blorbos-in-law!

truly no video game moment will ever surpass the part in portal 2 where glados says "well, this is the part where he kills us" and wheatley says "hello, this is the part where i kill you" and you unlock the achievement titled "the part where he kills you" (description: this is that part) and the chapter title appears on the screen and reads: chapter nine: the part where he kills you

(girl who's been thinking about The Character nonstop for two months voice) you'll never guess what this song reminds me of

A character trait/dynamic that I'm endlessly compelled by is someone dealing with (or, like, failing to) being the child of people who were too busy being good people to have the time and attention to be good parents. This can be anywhere from 'was a public defender who gave a shit working 60 hour weeks with basically no vacations' to 'left their family behind to join the revolution/war effort and is now a universally beloved martyr-hero who saved/remade the world with their final breath' on the groundedness spectrum. The important thing is a viscerally felt but confused and ugly mess of longing, resentment, and guilt about feeling the resentment.

I’m so disappointed

every british actor: so i heard that woke is dead? phew! thank god. i made some bad investments and now i really need that jkr money

rb if u hates terfs

Official ‘terfs get out of my house’ Post

sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"

i love subtle/unintentional eroticism. big fan of when people do something hot without realizing

it's such bs that the whole guilt-ridden stoic self-sacrificing martyr thing doesn't work outside of fiction. repressing all your emotions and neglecting your physical wellbeing should make you god's most tragically beautiful morally unassailable little soldier of righteousness but all it does is give you bad skin and gastrointestinal problems