Voidvulpine - Vibing In The Vast

Send your regards to this one’s friends.

"you can't pick and choose what you like from canon" common misconception! yes you can

“jesus died for you” well i didn’t ask him to do that and my therapist says i am not responsible for other peoples actions

you can only reblog this today

Need i say more?

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hi, a lot of you need a perspective reset

the average human lifespan globally is 70+ years

taking the threshold of adulthood as 18, you are likely to spend at least 52 years as a fully grown adult

at the age of 30 you have lived less than one quarter of your adult life (12/52 years)

'middle age' is typically considered to be between 45-65

it is extremely common to switch careers, start new relationships, emigrate, go to college for the first or second time, or make other life-changing decisions in middle age

it's wild that I even have to spell it out, but older adults (60+) still have social lives and hobbies and interests.

you can still date when you get old. you can still fuck. you can still learn new skills, fashionable, be competitive. you can still gossip, you can still travel, you can still read. you can still transition. you can still come out.

young doesn't mean peaked. you're inexperienced in your 20s! you're still learning and practicing! you're developing social skills and muscle memory that will last decades!

there are a million things to do in the world, and they don't vanish overnight because an imaginary number gets too big

Writing in Sesshōmaru's POV means writing an absurd amount of meandering contemplations for friggen paragraphs, then sitting back and wondering if any of it is actually accurate and/or worth keeping, playing hot potato with the backspace key, then giving up and calling it a day.

Kagome and Tessaiga

(I couldn't choose a pose)

arasol? aradiabot? mayhaps? :3 i love aradia

there u go anon

solluxs got problems about seeing aradia irl again. hes remembering the time he killed her

Everything that's wrong with Solas could have been solved if he'd spent a single moment of his life on the floor of a women's bathroom at the club at 3 am. Thousands of years of regret? No problem: this drunk girl with runny mascara just told him "FUCK them all. You're fucking beautiful. You did nothing wrong ever. Your head is so shiny." Boom. Cured. 

He would end up crying hysterically in the arms of, like, five hyper-supportive twenty-somethings. They would do his make-up. He would never look back.