#actually sobbing

WHICH ONE OF YOU PENIS HAVERS WENT AND PISSED ON THE TOILET SEAT

Boutta get ready for bed but like is it normal that we genuinely start sobbing when we remember this one headmate one of our friends had who went dormant? Like. We loved her so much. And when we finally got back onto tumblr and wanted to say hi. She was gone.

wanna go through and play all the resident evil games but i genuinely cannot handle re2 leon every time he’s on screen and every time he talks i need to explode

Three people died that night, but only two stopped breathing..

Just found out the 30 image limit is specifically on web/desktop 💔💔 Anyway Part 3 of my James (cortis) smau is split into 2 parts now bc of that bc mobile app only allows 10 images at a time 🥹 (im actually pissed off but oh well)

i think this is the first time i’ve cried at a show it’s also the first time people who i’m friends with and love are graduating

because of you i made a sideblog for posting reader inserts today even though i hadnt written a reader insert or had anything to post the moment i made it. now i have 2 leon x reader concept/headcanon wips and one fic thats finished but is still in drafts before i post it or else ill feel the need to go back and edit after posting. i havent watched resident evil playthroughs from start to finish to get a good understanding of leon's character lmao its that bad

i am actually going to SOB. you have no idea how happy this makes me. MY WRITING?! INSPIRED SOMEONE TO START WRITING?!? i feel honored. and scared. but mostly honored. if i can give you a piece of advice that’s really helped me- just put words to paper. just write that shit. a sentence. 2 paragraphs. whatever. just getting words out everyday can make a world of difference. and don’t feel pressured by some invisible follower count or whatever. write on your own terms, or else it starts to feel like a chore. i’m so so so unbelievably happy that my writing has inspired you to write. i don’t think i could express it with words. your writing is important in an age of prompts and anti-critical thinking. it doesn’t matter if it’s “good,” it’s yours . anyways i’ll stop being sappy now. godspeed!!!

Was talking about episode 8 of tadc with my little brother today since im back home for the weekend and while talking about the SOMA theory my dad said, “That’s sort of like coming here, to the US. We (immigrants) are all copies of the people we used to be before coming here who have to make this circus (the US) our new home.” And that made so much sense and gave me a new perspective to my dad :(

why the fuck is my Instagram torturing me over this? ive already balled my eyes out over not being able to go. leave me alone. please. I cant do this shit anymore.

Martyrs' day? Intresting. Might I ask for your nationality?

The American 🥀 TAP THE BREAKS Why you asking questions, Anon 🤔

“Rory Stewart reposted” Also PSA get yer prostate checked if you’ve got one ⚕️

“He made me drink. I wish I’d let him kill me” OH HOW I LOVE ERIN STRAUSS

I have gotten the Tumblr update on mobile and it is even worse than the web one I cannot see the original posts note count I can only see it when I click on the post This could be a bug but it’s even worse than when I used it on web

Bringing him around college

Unfortunately the Rosen fixation has gotten to a point where I unironically have hopes for him being in remake part 3 somehow Like no listen LISTEN he was in that EC anniversary story he’s in the lifestream with his weird Sephiroth radar sense HE WILL BE THERE…. TRUST ME He’s relevant enough for this I SWEAR

laughing way too fucking hard with @elijahcries2 oh my gosh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 idk who did this but oh my gosh what

whoever put DtMF on a young dracula playlist count your days

WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE TASTE LIKE ? sea water. being loved by you is like diving into the ocean. it’s a limitless, deep feeling. it’s scary but soothing at the same time. it burns on open wounds, but it’s what makes them heal too. it’s a taste that lingers on your lips, so unexpectedly good. you crave deep, intellectual connection. maybe you’re not good with words, expressing your feelings might not come easily for you. it’s your actions and attention that let them know, they feel seen and heard. your primary love language is probably acts of service, small little things, like untangling your lover’s jewelry without them asking, that when added up speak volumes. like the impression that the sea gives with its vastness, you also might seem distant, inaccessible ; but that’s just the way you are, a little cold, right ? your lover probably got scared at the beginning, it had to adapt to it by taking little steps at the time before confidently leaving the shore behind. you crave peace and stillness, because you know how an agitated sea can be frightening even for the most experienced sailors. it looks so quiet but your love can get loud, like the roaring sea. you hate fighting. you’re always scared the waves might get too big, too tall to overcome ; that your lover might run away, unable to contain and hold you. you’re not asking to be tamed ; just to be trusted, to be stayed with even when the waters rise. you wish nothing but hold them tight and be their lullaby, to rock them as if they were asleep on a floating mattress, gently carried by the waves, drifting slowly towards the center of your heart. tagged by: snatched from @nichtsehen <3 tagging: @bledgrace , @bundledmisery , @voidpill , @thcrnypain , @trickheaven and @storytcllr !