Adhdhom0 - Oliver And The Lynnias

10 followers away from 400!!! If you like Gravity Falls, Flatland, etc etc, Please follow me! I hope to get to 400 before my birthday on the 24th of Jan! :D

I don’t ‘develop’ headcanons. They come to me in visions and I know they’re correct.

Alastor: Can you dance?

Reader: Ya, watch this- *proceeds to break dance*

Alastor: …Fascinating.

Better late than never. Happy Valentine's Day!

My class asked a question, our history teacher said to ask the physics teacher, we asked the physics teacher, she said she didn't know and to ask the space teacher, and SHE ALSO DIDN'T KNOW! So tumblr, what is the answer?

I drew my head cannons for the triangle guy!!!!

You drank a snake oil salesman’s drink only for it to make you actually immortal in the old west now 300 years later you see that same salesman

Technically, clerics don’t draw power from their gods, they draw power from their faith. There are many clerics who draw power from faith in concepts like nature, the elements, or Justice. Then there’s that one weirdo who is powered by their faith in other people.

Alastor: "Vox is a 'yes or no' question"

Vox: *start rambling about their future glorious quest for the conquest of hell*

Vox is having a trip down memory lane

(Val is just having a bad trip)

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me