I just watched Hunt for the Wilderpeople...
ajr concert i feel normal again
@ the dsmp fandom o0o0ooo you wanna rewatch ninjago so bad o0o0o0o0 you wanna make fan content for it o0o0o0o
Shit now I made myself sad but, while I'm in the mood.
There was a goodbye letter my birth parents left me. What was said on it will never be known, because the damned orphanage threw it away. My adopted parents, to all the credit I give, begged and pleaded for days for them to give it to us, but it was gone by the time we had to fly home.
I still wonder what their last words were to me. Or if I had siblings and had to be given up for that reason due to the damned One Child Policy. Either way, maybe a miracle can happen and I'll get to know.
Okay back to the regularly scheduled Elden Ring rp! 💛
@chaoticdumbassrogue just gave me a little pump of inspo to write and post something with her new fic Mother (mentioned in my last post) but now it's gone as fast as it came so now I'm sad☹
(It's not your fault tho vod btw!!)
Hearing Antonio Inoki be brought up in a video and going ‼️‼️‼️
I hope my thoughts are wrong. I hope everything is okay between us. I hope there is no one new. And I hope she does not lose interest in me..
“Never have I ever been such a ticklish bean my sister couldn’t even give me a massage!” Luz smirks at Hunter.
Oh if looks could kill… “Fuck you Noceda…” he grumbled as he popped a black licorice jelly bean in his mouth, wincing at the taste.
I wanna turn my thoughts off.. overthinking sucks.
off is such a miserable game (everyone and everything is always dead inside, the game disoriented my mind, it's sooo slow like way over the 5 hours people will tell you it is) that i'm really glad it's over. now i know how it got its name. i really wanted to like it!! but alas
Good night from ur local chubster.
Why is life so unfair?
tw: suicidal james (i mean it's canon but better safe than sorry)
It's almost poetic how water it's the last thing he's going to see and smell, not to hear because that will be Q's voice. And it's fucking pathetic all the same, because, in the end they won where he lost on all accounts. He's gonna die in the same way Vesper died all those years ago. There won't be a tomb, a place where his body will rest because they're not going to have a body to bury nor a place where to remember him. In a couple of years maybe, maybe, Q and Even and Tanner will be the last people to remember him, Alec will too, if he isn't going to do something extremely stupid and get himself killed. M is going to drink at his memory once and privately pour a second glass because James Bond is finally, finally, dead. It doesn't sound as comforting as he tought it would. When he started the service, even before MI6, he always believed the only good way to go was a spectacular one: saving people from boats and bullets alike, tortured but loyal to his country until the end, laughing with a friend while everything else vanishes in the oblivion but the rest of the world is safe. That day and every day after, even if he wasn't going to be around.
But now, looking up at the sky with God only knows how many projectiles in his body, he wants just to live another day. Not to save the world or to not to feel pain, he's sure death will take care of that quiet well, but because he still has so many things to say and do. Twenty years ago, with no family left, barley someone to call a friend outside of Alec, the sense of the duty as the only thing to warm his heart, he would have embraced all of this with a smile. Now he breaths, and it's painful but it makes him fucking alive, and the smell of the ocean is everywhere and James hates and loves it in the same way he's always did. He touches his right pocket, where a photo of him, Q, Moneypenny and Tanner is hidden and closes his eyes.
It's poetic, it should be, or at least it's what he thinks.
Días lluviosos como hoy... hacen que me pregunto de que va la existencia...??? Para que venimos..??? Para que estamos ...??? Para que servimos....???? Hay algún propósito escondido detrás de nuestros ojos ??? Todo esta borroso... y pierdo el rumbo...!!!! Algún lugar desconocido donde ir y desaparecer en días como estos.!!!
Solo.... dejar de existir.... y ser !!!!
Brace for impact, lemmings.