Psittacosaurus :)

Stolas themed spell jar that my witch BFF made and burned himself on the wax for me. Ingredients:

- mugwort

- lavender

- star anise ( get it, tehe, bcs stars... astrology)

- sage

- bay leaves

- obsidian

- clear quartz

- amethyst

- lapis lazuli

- spicy patchouli incense

- a bunch of different oils

- gold glitter

- silver glitter

- blue paint

- some charms

- my intentions written on a piece of parchment

Yo, correct me if I am wrong please, but didn't Hitler rise to power because he promised to fix the German economy and people really liked that so they looked past everything else he was doing??? Like exactly what's happening in America right now???

So many people said they voted for Trump, put a truly evil person in power, because he said he'd fix the economy, and a little voice in my head is going, "Isn't that what happened with fucking Hitler??"

But I've seen no one point that out so maybe I'm miss remembering???????

As she should.

my mom just told me shes considering divorcing my dad for political reasons lol. lmao even.

Concept: a magical girl RPG where the playable splats are based on different contemporary genres of magical girl anime.

Type S: The classic moon princess aesthetic. Your transformation involves makeup, and your powers sparkle. Your strength is synergy: call it fate, charisma, or the Magic of Friendship, but you make your team more than the sum of its parts. Your weakness is entanglement: your battles always seem to end up being metaphors for your relationship drama; your high school crushes keep getting turned into monsters, and there’s two to one odds the Big Bad will turn out to secretly be your mom.

Type G: You’re basically a superhero. Your outfit likely has a mechanical theme, and your powers largely revolve around shouting and punching. Your strength is fighting spirit: you’re annoyingly hard to put down, to the point that your enemies will tend to trick or circumvent you instead. Your weakness is collateral damage: those buildings you knock down may have a tendency to coincidentally be closed for renovations, but you’re still driving everyone’s insurance premiums up!

Type P: You are a straight up cartoon character. Being an actual child is customary but not mandatory. Your strength is rubber physics: you’re far luckier than you have any right to be, and the universe tends to stretch the rules to let you get away with stuff you really oughtn’t. Your weakness is that you get no respect: your teammates may like you, but they don’t take you seriously, and neither do the bad guys – which can occasionally work to your advantage, but mostly it’s just frustrating!

Type M: You’re from the Gritty, Realistic™ side of town. Your powers have a vaguely creepy vibe, and your weapon is probably a gun. Your strength is adulting: you have practical life skills backing up your magic powers, and you tend to be the responsible one when all else fails. Your weakness is angst: you have difficulty believing in the power of friendship, and anything that manages to crack your collected facade is liable to result in existential freakouts.

Type U: You are a space alien, or possibly a gay robot. Your costume is usually part of your body in some fashion, and your powers are mostly based on unusual physical transformations – but like in a cool way, not an H R Giger way. Your strength is bullshit space magic: the ability to pull random one-off powers out of thin air as the plot demands. Your weakness is culture shock: it’s hard for you to do the right thing because you typically have no idea what’s going on.

Finally got around to designing Twilight.

Have more Abaddon and Stargazer since y'all like these two gays so much.

Warriors FanFic: SkunkStripe’s Purpose 2:

“Disappointing. I really thought you could catch it quietly SkunkPaw.” said the voice of a tom the color of bark in new leaf. “I’m sorry NewBark. I accidentally bit the spine not the wind pipe” SkunkPaw said apologetically.

“As punishment for killing it so poorly when you get done hunting that will go to FoldEar and you will eat your smallest catch.” NewBark ordered his golden eyes gleaming in a menacing manner. “Of course.” SkunkPaw buried the rabbit.

I finally made the meme I've had in my head for over a year

All these God damn animal picks labelled like "let's (blank) with mama" is making me miss my mama. She's literally fine. It's only been a week since I saw her last. But I miss her.

As the hunter mourns the deer, Caine must surely mourn the loss of Abel.

a creature in his domain