#In a mood tonight folks

[minas-linkverse]

Nobody can stop me putting my whole heart into my silly content. I'm gonna be so genuine and in love with what I make that it becomes art despite what it begun and will remain as. People gatekeeping what real art is can argue all they want but I got big boots and Im STOMPIN'

#In a mood tonight folks #This might be a loz fancomic and not some fancy oil painting #But so WHAT #STOMP

[raphmybeloved]

It is very funny to me that Mikey is the chef in rise because box turtles are absolute trash compactors. In the past month one of the ones at work has tried to eat

- artificial turf

- a fake log

-a real log

-a yoga mat

- the bowl his food was in (notably the bowl not the food)

-concrete (both in chunks and entire slab)

#rise mikey #rottmnt #rottmnt michelangelo #tmnt #I’m in a posting mood tonight folks #I’d not doing so hot so it’s all about the text posts baybee

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Hi! For the prompt thing, maybe 15 and Jondami?? Since they do live far away :(

15. things you said with too many miles between us

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"I love you." Damian's voice was too electronic through the communicator in his ear. Not that Jon noticed. He was hardly listening, too busy listening for Damian's heartbeat instead. "And I...well. I'd say I'm sorry if I meant it."

"Don't." Jon pleaded, flying as fast as his powers would let him. He still didn't know where he was going. Where Damian was. "Damian, don't!"

"I have to." Damian said sternly. "My grandfather will kill you if I don't go with him."

"He's lying." Jon swore. "No one can kill me, especially not someone like him."

"It's not a risk I'm willing to take." Damian snapped. "...Stop listening for me, Jonathan. You won't find me. For your own good - I won't let you."

"Damian, please-"

"Goodbye, Jonathan. I love you. I...always will. And...maybe I am a little sorry after all." Damian sighed. There was a pause, barely a second. "Please don't wait for me. Find someone else that will make you happy. You deserve that, happiness." A shout in the background, and a slow, final gulp from Damian. "...I hope to see you again one day."

The communicator cut off. Jon screamed towards the stars.

#damian wayne #jonathan kent #jondami #writing stuff #writing meme #asks #clearly im in a hurt/comfort self sacrifice mood tonight folks #kunfyouzed #tsf

[thatsbelievable]

#Tonight's Mood #emotions #moods #affirmations #E.M. Hasty #Spooky #I believe this is a repeat of the previous Halloween #and you know what? #it’s appropriate and no one cares #Happy Halloween folks!

[happyandticklish]

Thinking about tickles + kissing. Thinking about soft lips brushing over skin while people try not to scrunch up. Thinking about smiles that are a little too wide to just be happiness. Thinking about the moment they notice and decide not to say anything, not yet, not now, but take note of what spot makes you squirm the most. Thinking about choked, cut off giggles and gasp and hands fluttering about, trying to decide whether to do something about this or endure a little longer.

I just think it's neat.

#tickling #tickle scenarios #switch struggles #we in a mood tonight folks #which kind? #who could say

[okthatsgreat]

girl who is still stuck on her abcs

#in an art mood toNIGHT folks !! #oc: erin #lee art #danganronpa oc

[pettyprocrastination]

Toji and geto both fine as fuck

#tj talks #drastic mood switch tonight folks but damn

[queenburd]

Here is the secret nobody talks about, reader (yes, you, the human, I'm talking to you);

You know that thing that lives in your chest? No, not the heart, though it might reside in there. It's that thing you feel when you're near someone dear to you, when you make them laugh or hear them talk about something they love. What you feel when your smile is so wide it ends up hurting your cheeks, when you're so overwhelmed with hope and the need to help others you've never met, when you listen to a song you relate to down to your marrow.

That thing you feel, that you are constantly scared will scare away the people around you, for how big it is. It feels so big it could break you, and you know like you know the color of your own eyes that it will overwhelm everyone around you because it overwhelms you, and you can't let it out because you're scared no one will pick up your pieces.

You're scared because someone will see you; see all your soft and tender parts, and your need and your energy and your wild thoughts, and they will decide that they don't want what they see. And you can't put it back into the cage in your chest at that point, it's too late to keep them from seeing, and you worry it's ruined everything and it will never stop because you're never be able to stop feeling.

Yes, you know the one, the thing that lives in your chest. The feeling that seems galaxies long, oceans deep, unbearable ache and light as sunshine. The feeling that you seem so alone in, nobody else could ever feel this much like you feel, and if someone sees just how much is inside you, they will never want you.

We, every single one of us, human and small and insignificant, with our too-short lives and our violence and our grief--

We all feel it.

We're all drowning, a bit, in the constant, boundless depths of our incredibly complex emotions. Fear, yes, fear is deep and aching, but so is love, and love is all the more terrifying, I've found. I've spent so long being certain that my own deep unending love would be too much for anyone to want me. I was so certain I felt this uncontrollable ache in my chest alone. I begged someone to try to name it, describe it, so I could feel seen.

When it happened, a bell was rung, and it couldn't be unrung--

And around me, a crowd gathered, hands outstretched to each other. Voices whispered, near-reverently, “Me too, I know how that feels, it resonates in me, it's struck me with how much I understand”.

Like stars coming out at night. Like lanterns being lit in the dark, one by one.

Isn't it astounding, then, that we've all been fooled into thinking we were alone? How we've all been convinced that our emotions, our love, was too much? That no one could ever understand the depth of this ache, absolutely and utterly ineffable. (Yes, ineffable. Too vast, too complicated, too unending to be understood by the mind and captured by the words.)

Think about it. That thing in you, the thing that inspires and aches and ebbs and flows; doesn't it feel as big as a universe inside your chest? You seem so small in the scope of it all, but there's so much inside you, like the opposite of entropy. You create, inspire, put more energy out into the world that other people see and other people are inspired by and the cycle expands. You can't help loving with all of you, and you can't help the fact that even though you give it away, the love inside you seems endless and eternal.

And there are seven-point-five billion people like you, right on this spinning ball, radiating a universe inside each of them, radiating love so big that it can defy laws set by the universe itself—

This is what it means to be made in God's Image.

(and I'm telling you—yes, you, simply and utterly human—you are never too much. And I love you, not because it's convenient, and not for show, not because that's what I'm supposed to do. I love you because you are like me. In the ways that it matters, you are like me.)

-the hunger I felt, a Good Omens fanfic by May Sparrow

#I’m in a moooooood tonight folks #queenie #and that mood is The Power Of Love is A Good Trope Actually

[springtrappd]

see a lot of fan depictions of game!charlie/the puppet that feature charlie as a puppet of afton in some way (a take that is generally influenced by pre-tse interpretations of fnaf2!cc and the marionette), with her being pulled by her strings -- but see a disappointing lack of the idea of the puppet being charlie because she is 'puppeting' her vessel. positioning charlie as the one pulling the puppet's strings (with it being less 'her' and more 'her vessel', the way springtrap is spring-bonnie-and-afton with afton leading) lends her a greater degree of control and thus agency, making her more interesting to follow and root for as a character and drawing a new well for even more sick-ass fanart

#speaking! #fnaf #does this make sense. i hope this makes sense #man at corkboard.png is the mood of tonight folks

[theevilemster]

I cannot get over how great it is when Pachinko machines and other Lupin media use the song ‘Fire Treasure’ for romantic moments, usually between Lupin and Fujiko.

It just cements the idea that it is a romantic song - and who was it between originally? Lupin and Jigen

#in a jiglup mood tonight folks #lupin iii #jigen #jiglup #fire treasure is the song of all time #emster derps

[nicoscheer]

#welp folk this is it i guess it was an amazing tour filled with amazing moments and I’ll be forever grateful that I got to see them twice #but the emptiness of their calendar kinda describes the emptiness I’ll be feeling once I’ve fully realized that this is it for the next few #years but I’m glad the boys are getting their well deserved break and hopefully they’ll be back rather sooner than later #mr schwarz finally doesn't have to stay strong for the crew anymore. he can take his rest #feel like the general mood is that the band and co are glad they can rest now but also sad that the adventure is over #or so it seems wegen looking at their faces and posts from tonight and the last weeks #just like us we’re sad they are gone and the car left the car park but also happy for them to catch up on some z’s

[mangk0]

Begging the oh hellos to do concerts literally anywhere in the US again. For dear wormwood ten years, PLEASE

#the oh hellos #I’m clearly insane tonight apologies folks #MY BAND #not mil #I love them with all my heart #the anniversary put me in a MOOD I’m listening to the whole album again rn #I fucking can’t I love it sm #the Feelings I get from this album oh my LORD

[farmpony]

One big ol' sigh. Somepony misses her mama.

#that's the mood tonight folks

[callixton]

NO FUCKING WAY LMAO PERPETFIC? hi no wonder i was enjoying this svu fic more than others. but it’s also kind of proving my point that tww writers are just built different

#oh that’s so funny right off of my last post #i don’t remember if ur on tumblr but love ur work #we’re in a live-blogging mood tonight folks #ted talks

[aloftmelevar]

this day has been absolute ass

#i had a really bad gut feeling through this morning #and then come afternoon i learn about the schaffrillas stuff #like that shit gutted me.... #i'm also having cramps #my professor cancelled class tonight because of the ice storm. i should be happy but like...i'm just in a sour mood #then to top it all off i hear my dad in the next room ranting about how tyre nichols 'would still be alive if he complied' #my dad is a piece of shit bootlicker cop who's also a transphobic and homophobic pig. #and yet he loves me. and i struggle to love him sometimes. #like yeah he provides for me and cares for me. but good lord he has shitty opinions. #when i heard him saying those things i wanted to burst out of my room. i had such vile words i wanted to say but i kept it in. #instead i let it out with hysterical crying in my room. which i guess is better than verbally attacking my dad. #i'm lucky to have two married parents that love me and my sister. that is exceptionally rare today. i don't have a single IRL friend with #married parents in a stable relationship. #so i'm grateful. #i just get so sad and empty inside when i see folks online talking about their parents who are accepting and progressive. #like yeah. i'm happy for you. i just wish i had that y'know. #i don't plan to have kids. but if i end up changing my mind i'm going to give to them what my parents never gave to me. #vent #rant #personal