Ellie Teaching Jj How To Play Guitar??

100%!! Say it louder for the people in the back.

I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.

"i saw you in a dream then it came to an end i wonder if you'll come visit me again you're taking your time to reappear i'm starting to believe that when i call your name"

check out the wonderful ghostflower animatic made by @tikklil here:

"they hated Jesus bc he spoke the truth"

This is how that scene went right

In the Revenge of the Sith novelization, Anakin is sure that Padme is having a girl

Do you think he was hoping it was a girl because he already knew what it was like to raise a girl?

Just wanted to make a little doodle with this music

They look so similar what the fuck

What a fumble not hiring Cailee Spaeny in this role

I cannot get over this show guys

Woot woot! All aboard the Gravity Falls AU train!! So, yeah. I've fallen victim to the recent resurgance of Gravity Falls, and i'm not even mad. This is my first fic on AO3, and i'm really excited to see what y'all have to say! Here's a part I very much enjoy from the first chapter: "Gravity Falls was a sleepy little town nestled in the woods of Oregon. Ford knew that going in, pouring over books, and connecting traced anomalies all the way to this backwoods town. It surprised him, really, that while it was lacking in people, there was never a shortage of secrets.

The loneliness, though, he couldn’t have prepared for. While he hadn’t lived with his parents since before his college days, there was always someone in his room. Whether that be Fiddleford, Stan, or even Shermie on some nights, there was always a living, breathing person next to him- a continuous source of noise to shut his brain off, to.

Here, there was nothing. Sure, the quiet hum of insects was audible, and the floorboards shifted and the house creaked, but there was no reassurance. No quiet breaths or gentle noises to fill the night. His eyes always move, his brain always produces one thought after the other, and there is no lull of another tired person to stop them." Hope you enjoy!!

idk guys I was probably going through euphoria when I made this (I have BPD)

bonus for the aftermath and also a little silly interaction based on a tiktok trend