Sore Throats Might Be The Stupidest Response To Illness I've Ever Experienced. Oh You Want To Eat? Drink??

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

“Lol” hasn’t meant “laughing out loud” in like 15 years… it’s just a word now and more importantly it’s the perfect way to end a sentence lol

artist in denial of being depressed: omg this 2 month long art block has been crazy... sorry i haven't updated any of my fics in a long while! it's just been super difficult to daydream! so weird that i've lost a little bit of passion for my current comfort character and ocs... this couldn't possibly have any implications or alternative explanations

Fanfic authors are amazing like they could be literally anyone. That one coffee au you read last night? Could have been written by morgan freeman who knows

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

i want that slut covered in blood and traumatized by his actions

Decided to hop on this

@rakudetama you messed up trying to challenge me dawg. Checkmate

But honestly tho, I was not expecting that in the end

Thanks for the tag @thelastplantagenet 😊💚

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

feel free to play if you’d like :)

@buncha-angry-kids-with-no-money @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 @with-the-words-all-wrong

Senpai says you’re welcome

Random Prompt #118

The hero shuddered beneath the villain’s touch, her skin enough to send a chill down his spine. He was bound to the chair and he had no strength left in him to struggle against the restraints. His lack of vigor brought a smile to her face.

“Poor Hero,” she cooed, running a manicured finger along his shoulder, across the nape of his neck, and down the length of his other arm. “No fight left in you?”

He just hung his head.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.