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#I am so ill for this
somepancakeonline5377 · 4 months
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Shotgun carousel oh my god the shotgun carousel oh my god
Saw VI Spoilers belowww!!!
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AUGGH OUGHH AHHHHHHHHGHHHHHGHHHHHHHHH
like compared to the other traps this is kinda tame cuz it’s just a shotgun and a fancy little merry-go-round but GOD
SIX THERE AND ONLY TWO TO LIVE!?!? MY FUCKING GOD
THE WAY EVERYONE IS LIKE LYING FOR SYMPATHY AND CALLING OUT THE OTHER FOR THEIR BULLSHIT BUT WHEN EMILY SAYS “I HAVE TWO KIDS THEY CANT GO ON WITHOUT ME” EVERYONE FALLS SILENT CUZ EVERYONE FUCKING KNOWS THIS BUT EVERYONE GOES BACK TO BRIBING, ACCUSING, BEGGING, LYING, ANYTHING TO GET ON WILLIAMS GOOD SIDE FOR HIM TO SPARE THEM OH MY GOD I AM ILL OH MYG GOD
AND JOSH OH MY FUCKING GOD JOSH I LOVE YOU JOSH YOU BASTARD THROWING EVERYONE ON THE BUS AND BEING A SUCK UP LITTLE PRICK BUT WHEN HE KNOWS HE IS GOING TO DIE HE USES HIS LAST MOMENTS TO SPITE WILLIAM AND OUGH MY GOD THIS HOMOSEXUAL IS KILLING ME.
“I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU”
“LOOK AT ME, WHEN YOUR KILLING ME YOU LOOK AT ME.”
I DONT EVEN CARE JOSH IS A SHITTY PERSON AND ALSO HOMO AS HELL FOR WILLIAM
GOD THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL TRULY A HORRIBLE DISPLAY OF HUMANITY AND OF THE AMERICAN HEALTH SYSTEM I AM ILL, SICK IN THE HEAD EVEN GOD THIS IS MURDERING ME PLEASE EHELP ME THIS MOVIE WAS SO GOOD IM KILLING MYSELF OG MY GOD IT WAS AO GOOD PH MY GOD I AM ILL
THE ACTING THE SETTING THE WRITING OUGH OJHHHHH MY GOD OBY MGO GOD OH MY GOD IIHG I CANT GO ON OH MY GOD II CANT GO IANSJHAHHW WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY MAKE KE ILL THOSE SEVEN ASSHOLES ALL OF THEM WRRE ON SOME LEVEL A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE SHITBAG BUT JESUS FUCKKKKKKK THIS MAKES ME SO ILL OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHHHHHH
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gentlemanbutch · 9 months
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the way that no one wears a mask at my local LGBTQ clinic, and in fact comments on my mask like it's just this hilarious little idiosyncrasy that I still wear one and not because I'm immunocompromised and we're in the middle of a pandemic ... as if there isn't an airborne virus that literally fucks up your immune system ... as if we didn't lose a generation of queer people to another virus that fucks up your immune system ...
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voltaical-art · 5 months
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HE WAS SEVENTEEN. AGHHH ULDER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU
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colourmeastonished · 8 months
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Body swap movie where one of them has invisible disabilities and when the other one lands in their body they immediately collapse catatonic on the floor from the pain and fatigue and the first one is like 'oh damn guess I don't have to worry that I'm faking it anymore'
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nova-rpv · 5 months
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death leech shadoo.....
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design by @galaxylover06
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dryya-doesnt · 20 days
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Hi again waxwitch enjoyers (population: me)
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shurisneakers · 5 months
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cillian murphy accepting the award with his wife's lipstick all over his face and asking the crowd if he's got lipstick on his nose and continuing even when they said yes. this is making me feel. things
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seven-tastic · 2 months
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that one silly pijama thingy but its aventiopaz
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spiderversegf · 1 year
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emotional impermanence is so funny bc like. i forgot that i am relevant in people’s lives. my friend since i was 10 asked me if i would be in her bridal party and when i burst into tears and thanked her for thinking of me and wanting me to be there she was like “why would i not want you there??? we’ve known & loved each other longer then we haven’t.” and i was like oh yeah. i forgot ab the part where you love me too
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nothingbutloveforyou · 5 months
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"i found you" is implying you were looking for me.
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feelo-fick · 11 days
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...i promise i take him seriously i just keep finding shitposts that fit soooo well... i have folder with just shitposts that fit ominously well with him that i keep wanting to draw and then i never get to them HAHAHA
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loveexpelrevolt · 2 months
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You light up everything you touch, but never me.
GAMBIT & ROGUE + parallels X-Men '97 | "Remember It"
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venusmages · 9 months
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everyone go home i made the hottest dragonborn lady
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ash-and-starlight · 7 months
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one day, in a thousand years
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cabinette · 1 month
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They go way back.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.
not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.
you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.
but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.
you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.
but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.
you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.
you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?
you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.
you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!
you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"
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