Please No - Tumblr Posts
"you attract what you fear"
AHHHHHH A RICH BENEFACTOR WHO WILL FUND ALL MY WEIRD CREATIVE ENDEAVOURS NOOOOOO STAY AWAYYYY
SUNNY WHEN I CATCH YOU
NUH UH YANG IS LYING
SHE’S LYING I’VE NEVER CALLED HIM THAT IN MY LIFE!!!!!!
YOU KNOWING HER TUMBLR IS EVEN WORSE/lh+silly
does Yang have tumblr I’m totally not gonna tel then you were awake at 2am
I am NOT giving you Yang’s Tumblr/silly
But yes she does ^_^
C'mon guys. The emotional devastation of season 2 of Arcane won't be about death. Instead, we'll watch Vi and Jinx become undeniably, certifiably estranged from one another.
Bonus points if it happen by Vi nearly killing Jinx in an attempt to end the bloodshed that was just as misguided as Vander's was with Silco. *ka-chow*
Oh god oh no.
nonononononononononononononononononononononononononono
NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO
Heh
thanks to @hannahdra-ws for quote, its very cursed indeed.
At work, first thing in the morning, got an email from our clinic director with the subject line: “Exposed genitalia”
Okay, I know that this will be a blip in the spn tag, but I. Don’t. Care.
My theory: Chuck is inside Jack’s body.
Let. Me. Explain.
Okay, so Chuck can see the future. All possibilities, all realms. Free Will exists and he hates it, but he still knows it can happen.
So what does he do? He plans contingences.
He’s up against the Winchesters. Boys he specifically created to do the impossible. He knows that the 1 in a billion chance that they succeed is an actual possibility. He sees everything. Dean, Sam, and Jack are literally the only beings still left in existence. He must have noticed Jack sucking up life force. He KNOWS that Jack can replace him. So what does he do?
Chuck infuses his God power with his personality.
Amara’s depressed, she’s not doing anything to stop him. Heck, we have precedent with Amara that Chuck is powerful enough to absorb and dominate an equally powerful being. (Which we have not seen that Jack is).
The boys don’t know. Cas is dead. No one will be able to tell.
So Chuck has his fun kicking the boys around and when Jack absorbs his power, he’s actually welcoming a parasite. Chuck takes over Jack while leaving just an iota of his personality behind to power his previous body.
The boys are clueless and Jack does not have enough power to fight back. Chuck is in control.
That’s why Jack does not go back to the bunker! Why he’s content to keep his aunt locked away in his mind!
That’s why Castiel remains in heaven instead of coming back to earth!
That’s why Dean dies on a freaking rusty nail!
Chuck wanted his ending. He’s passing as Jack just enough that people don’t suspect. He’s drinking up the irony of Castiel unable to be with Dean, because he is helping “Jack” rebuild heaven. And Chuck is going to put John riiiight over there just to rub in some salt in Dean’s wounded soul.
The boys, Cas, and the rest of them think that free will won. But no.
Chuck did.
If Dean doesn’t want Chuck’s apple pie life, then he’ll die as daddy’s little instrument.
If Sam didn’t want to stay in hell content in the knowledge he saved his brother, well then he’ll live hell on earth constantly reminded how he couldn’t save Dean.
If Cas wanted Dean to live freely, well too bad boo. You ruined my story.
Chuck’s still writing the story. And The Winchesters don’t even know it.
TLDR: 15x20 was Chuck’s ending because Chuck took over Jack’s body when Jack absorbed his divine power.
My phone takes pleasure in causing me pain.
i wish i could look at this… and feel Normal™️
I've been here since the beginning 2015 when I was 10, I'm 17 now. This technically is me now I can only imagine when season 12 comes out.
me when the last episode of Miraculous Ladybug™ season 12 airs
i got paid to draw trixie with wonderbread and then got paid to not draw her so i compromised
Very Bad
How does this image make you feel
OH GOD IS IT STARTING
Shooting Dans: Danno Edition
no one even acknowledging gojo's death is pissing me off i want to believe that it is for a reason and that there is still a chance for him to come back but??? why is everyone pretending nothing happened? as if gojo dying fighting sukuna was expected of him. does he not hold any importance than being the strongest fighting as a tool to save their sorry asses?
On being an older fangirl
I was probably 10 years old when I first conceived of what was, looking back, fanfiction. Me and my best friend would lie in bed together on sleepovers and I'd make up stories about what happened after the end of our favorite book, "The Westing Game." She'd ask me for more stories, and I'd tell her more, inventing them as I went along. "Then what?" she'd say.
I was 14 when I went to my first convention. I had discovered Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was 1987, and my youth pastor was a huge Trekkie. He took me to a one-day crappy Creation con, but it was amazing to me. I met Nichelle Nichols. My dad showed me the Trek movies. He and I watched TNG together.
When I went to college in 1991, my dad used to videotape TNG episodes onto VHS tapes and mail them to me, so I could keep watching (I didn't have TV in my dorm room).
By the time I was a senior, we had Trek watching parties in the dorm lounge, where the TV had cable. Star Trek: Voyager had started up, and I wrote a column about it for the college newspaper. I joined a mailing list about it, with people in it that I still know today.
I got my first computer that could go online in 1995. I was on newsgroups. I discovered Doctor Who. I went to Trek conventions where we still passed around fanzines containing fic and art and smutty K/S fan creations.
Then it was Harry Potter. Then there were websites. Then there was Geocities, where we could all make our own little spots. We organized them into webrings. We talked on newsgroups and mailing lists. There were fanfic archives. Then there was fanfiction.net.
Then...there was LiveJournal. And we could interact in entirely new ways. We could form communities, and debate things, and fight over canon, and get into ship wars. On LiveJournal, I met my best friend of 22 years. I was in her wedding. She's my sister of the heart (which is what she calls me).
Then there was Tumblr. And Twitter. And now there's Discord. But it's all the same.
I am the same.
I am still that little girl who made up fanfiction in her head to entertain her best friend. I am still the one who was amazed to find communities on the internet - which was so new, so raw, so uncommodified - where others like me could meet. I found there people to meet in real life.
I am still that twentysomething going to her first major convention, being told that someone loved my fic, being asked about my writing process.
I am still that thirtysomething watching something I wrote blow up. Seeing friends from other fandoms find me in new ones, finding them there, too. Forgetting which fandom I know someone from, because I've known them for twenty years.
I still know some of the people who created those early websites, those mailing lists, those archives. I still meet people in new fandoms who say "Oh, I read your fic in [fandom] fifteen years ago!" There's no feeling quite like having someone remember something you wrote for that long. Or meeting someone whose fic meant a lot to YOU, or who you talked with on rec.arts.drwho.creative in 1997.
Aging in fandom is a gift. Being middle-aged in fandom is a joy. Having people who still read what I write and ask "Then what?" is a blessing.
It breaks my heart that so many people see it as something to be ashamed of, when it is one of my life's greatest gifts.