Why Hasn’t This Been Done Before?

I think if i put into words how happy this type of image makes me I would get diagnosed with something

Rest in Power, Nex Benedict

A 16 year old kid who loved nature and looking after their cat Zeus. Who enjoyed reading, watching the Walking Dead, and playing Ark and Minecraft. They loved to cook and would often make up their own recipes. They did well in school, being a straight-A student. Rest in power a teen who was human and had interests and ambitions and challenges and friendships. A trans youth who was brutally murdered just for being trans, when that was only a fragment of who they were as a person.

Nex Benedict, Jacob Williamson, Brianna Ghey, and other trans youth like them were real people with real lives. They deserved better, longer, happier lives. They deserved to grow up and not fear for their lives. They deserve to be remembered as who they were, not just as another trans kid who was killed, as people with families and normal human lives.

Good morning to Banana the Lobster, and only Banana.

The Count in his Count Mobile.

What if I like

Started sharing my OCs here 👀

obsessed w this. the fact that brennan is quite literally speechless.

He fucking what now

I saw the origins of Marlowe Bay. Marlowe Schultz centuries before ventured yet nobody lived in the bay. Nobody. All that remained were just rubble and old carvings of odd beasts. His handwriting grew shakier the longer he’d stay in the bay despite creating a settlement…it wasn’t much of a colony considering that any sign of people there were long gone. Or they all disappeared or died due to the conditions. Bones covered in grime were found too.

He saw “The Fathomless” in the water after falling overboard. He described it as the colorlessness of closing one’s eyes. That there was nothing that remained and that he could hear only sonorous bellowing creaks. And as time passed he went in the caverns of the coves and he saw something…but I only saw him and the primal fear in those gray eyes and the scream I heard before I woke up was haunting. I didn’t see what he saw. Some parts of the area I couldn’t comprehend for some reason so they were just blacked out.

I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)

1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.

2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.

3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.

4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.

5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.

6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.

7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.