#yeah i know I know

[jadegr8]

every. fucking. time.

#GIVE ME MORE CAS!!! #yeah i know i know #i'm only at season 6 and there's so much more to come but still... #this is starting to get unhealthy #and don't get me wrong episodes without cas can be great too i'm just saying... #castiel my beloved #spn crack #supernatural #stuff

[blmpff]

- Uncle Jim age 50000, more wrinkles than skin and all that

#yeah i know i know #still funny #moonlight chicken #favorite scenes #episode 7 #blmpff

[8km-2]

idk how to explain it but... aesthetically they are maria & adeline to me

#yeah i know i know #completely different characters with completely different dynamics #but listen... *:･ﾟ✧ colour schemes *:･ﾟ✧ #well okay there is one similarity #maria & rhaenyra crushing on super religious women whose names start with A akdjfdsa #i'll shut up now #ramblings

[deardiary17]

Was Rose disgusted at herself for having spent the night with him, for ruining their friendly camaraderie irrevocably, for inviting him to her bed? Was she second-guessing her decision to travel with him now that she’s known him intimately? The Doctor bit down a whimper and cursed his own weakness when he stretched one of his arms towards Rose instead of giving her space and leaving her alone as she certainly wished to be. He heaved his body up by leaning onto one arm, making the mattress shift with his weight. ‘Don't look!’ Rose shrieked suddenly. ‘God, Doctor, please, don't look. I'm so sorry! It wasn't supposed to happen today, and not tomorrow, and not for five more days…oh no…’ Rose moaned in a voice laden with tears, alarming the Doctor with non sequiturs. ‘I'll wash and clean everything, I promise!’ What on Earth was she talking about? What wasn’t supposed to happen today? Them having sex? And not for the next five days? Why was she so anxious, hysterical about it, even? Would things be so different if they spent their first night together later? And just what did Rose mean when she begged him not to look at it? Was she being shy about her body? Maybe she didn’t want him to see it in broad daylight?

#fic snippet #tenrose #ten x rose #yeah I know I know #what is happening to me that I'm suddenly writing Ten #well I don't know either #your guess is as good as mine

[liambo]

#huggywuggyedit #yeah i know i know

[sebfreak]

#gintama #anime #gifs #animated gifs #sebfreaks gif #omg takasugi <3 #takasugi shinsuke #sakamoto tatsuma #zura <3 #katsura kotarou #sakata gintoki #yeah i know i know #why the hell these gifs again? #let me explain: I like both versions XD #and i couldn´t decide so i made both at the end

[worm-priest]

Fundy mention in THE Hbomberguy video !!

#fundy #I know I’m sorry there are more important issues here #yeah I know I know #but also he really is a trendsetter

[ohcaptains]

wrote some carmen smut so if anyone wants i’ll (hopefully) be posting tomorrow 👉🏻👈🏻

#carmen berzatto #yeah i know i know #the bear

[betasuppe]

"I love everyone's OCs & canon x OC pairings are so cute - I love them so much!♡"

I say as I shove my own OCs one after another into a locked chest & delete any art of them off of my blog in shame, like they never even existed at all♡

#hypocrite nok #yeah i know i know #straight up truth love everyone's characters but somehow mine are just UTTER shit in comparison #like ive been trying to draw something eith mina & emmet and i just cant without this overwhelming feeling of CRINGE washes over me x0 #please ignore kei & mina & company #ughhhhhhh why am i filled with such shameee?????

[thymelines]

everyone here keeps rotten fruit on window ledges outside their bedrooms. ha-ha, they say if you ask them, ha-ha. sound cracking, barely recognisable as laughter. you know, they say and avoid looking into your eyes. it's just the way it has been as long as anyone can remember. don't forget to let an apple go bad, put it in your window. no, you won't be bothered by the smell. yeah, it'll surprise you. yes, you get used to it. as long as it's there you don't have to worry. it's safe, just the way it should be.

you grew up here, they say. people greet you on the streets and tell you you have your mother's eyes and your father's smile and it's okay that you don't remember. it's soothing, in a way, being known by these strangers. being seen so readily and easily accepted.

you take the rotten fruit they give you, put them outside your bedroom window. it feels weird and you're half expecting someone to jump out of a nearby tree with a gotcha!

but they don't. in the kitchen, the kettle whistles. you don't remember putting it on but you go downstairs and make yourself tea anyway, just like your mother taught you. leave it to steep, there's pie in the fridge, pears and peaches, a neighbourly gift and briefly you wonder if rot has already found its way inside it. you should probably eat, but the air is too dry and too hot, so you run a cold bath and fall asleep in the water.

wake up to the memory itch in the back of your head, the edge of the tub pushing you out into moonlight. it's pretty, in a way wild things are. you catch the thought, turn it round in your mind, wondering where it came from. here, says the wind. here.

the bathroom window is too small but you crawl through anyway. your not sure why, it just feels right.

there are very few ways to trap a marsh witch, and you remember them all, now. this isn't one of them, so you gather the wind and the water around you, and they unravel the spell before your eyes, step by step. it requires precision and beauty, in a way dead things are. it was enough to stun you, not enough to hold you, and you wonder if the spell was meant just for you - briefly, until it clicks.

you walk through the town with your eyes closed, and you feel them. so many, it should be impossible, there are so many and you feel every one of them, snared in, powerful and helpless, and your blood sings their rage and their stolen memories, their time and their will.

soon, you tell them. soon.

precision. the time has to be right, and the moon is yet not full.

you climb back into your house the way you left it, the spell settles again and you let it touch you, let it tell you all the things it's meant to. you put all the false memories on like a second skin, slip into your bedroom, and wait for dawn.

it's easy and you like it, easy is the way it should be. you talk to people the spell tells you you know, play cat's cradle with it, now that you know it inside and out. easy. you look for strays and innocents, but the town doesn't have so many. every one of them is on a bus going elsewhere long before midnight.

the witching hour comes, bringing stillness and the full moon that makes your skin glow. finally. all the good people of this trap town are asleep, basking in their safety, rotten fruit on their windowsills. good people. you spit those words, filled with venom, and the wind catches them, tosses them back and forth. the wind, too, can get angry. it’s raking up a storm, circling every building, every tree - quietly, because you asked it to. 

the wind is fast. in the next breath and a half all the rotten fruit in the windows are gone. the wind rushes up in a spiral, plummets down, dumping them all at your feet. you pick up the threads of the spell, feel them stretch and quiver all the way through the town, all the way outside - to an old mill, to a circle of dead grass in a rye field, to a poisoned well. you hold the threads tight, weave them together, in and out and pull through, and repeat, and repeat. they had a very good weaver, these townspeople, all those centuries ago. good, but not good enough. you give the spell one final tug and feel it unravel, its threads dissolving in the moonlight.

the air is still, a breath held. moments stretch thin. you linger on the edge between moonlight and marshwater, razor-thin, double-check your own spellwork, take a step back and let go.

the town still looks the same, picture-pretty-white-picket-fences glowing under the moon. as you walk away, you feel the ancient ones awaken, not your blood, still your kin. they spread out as they reach for their memories, breathe in their freedom. 

the good townspeople, held still in their beds, are staring into the darkness with wide eyes, trembling. outside, there’s nothing. no other township or homestead for miles and miles. 

nobody to hear them scream.

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@nosebleedclub July prompt xi marsh witch

#poetry #prose poetry #thyme poetry #nosebleedclub #yeah I know I know #it took me almost a month but like #I thought it'd be short but it just kept going #in tiny bits like every other day #had to be precise #anyway #original fiction #bc yeah even though it's in sort of poetry format it's still a full short story

[dramatic-dolphin]

"europeans are soooo much more enlightened and anti-racist than americans" haha sooo true, quick question, how do you feel about romani people?

‼️THIS POST IS ABOUT ANTI-ROMANI SENTIMENT. DO NOT DERAIL. ‼️

#i hate europeans who say this shit. yeah sure you are soooo antiracist. i fucking bet. #literally anyone who cares even a little abt this knows tgat americans are WAY better than us in this regard.

[lorenlily]

hmmm okay do u agree and if no, what album(s) are truly your "i listen to every song everytime" no-skips albums

#i think i probably have like 7 no skip albums #more eps than albums are no-skip for me #but yeah majority albums i listen to have a couple skips at least #it's just normal to have skips #or else it's the opposite for me where only a couple songs are good and the rest are all skips #and i know since people skip songs because they're emotionally hard to listen to but that doesn't count as a no skips album #sorry not sorry

[theradicalace]

why do posts from blogs i have BLOCKED still show up on my tumblr for you page riddle me that one

#ace rambles #yeah i know i know #i'm a poser who uses the algorithmic discovery pages #not the point #point is i keep blocking those content aggregator repost accounts and they keep getting recommended to me

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

#star trek #Vulcans #Humans #not based on a specific thing #but I used to know this annoying couple that were ‘family friends’ #who would show up to potluck dinners and the like and would either bring nothing or bring something really just. out of left field? #like a bag of frozen chicken to a bbq #and then proceed to make sure they are first even if it was stated to let kids go first #would take HUGE amounts before anyone else got a chance to get a plate #and then make off with the leftovers again even if they were already claimed for #and it wasn’t a food insecurity thing trust me I would never speak bad about a person getting food if that was even a remote chance #the adults who raised us knew them really well and we’d been to their house a ton of times #they were just dicks #and yeah. they’d occasionally insult the food. while eating the MAJORITY of it. #it was so weird at their home they would go out of their way to get the healthiest options possible #you know the really bland tasteless expensive stuff that apparently was healthier #but then if they were visiting our house they would. eat all our unhealthy snacks. #that always pissed me off so much as a kid because we actually had a food insecurity thing going on #and also a variety of other reasons that are a bit too depressing to bring up on this post #but anyways we’d hardly ever get to have nice snacks #and this couple would just take them all??? even after we’d tell them repeatedly that it was ours and those snacks weren’t gonna be #replaced #hated that couple #if you’re wondering why they were ‘family friends’ it’s because the couple who raised us #(it feels weird to type it out like that but apparently legal guardians doesn’t fit since they never finished petitioning 💀) #liked having them around because it made them look like ‘such great Christian’s’ being nice to the people #that no one else wanted to be friends with #I always thought that was a really weird and fucked up reason to be friends with someone #this got long sorry 😭

[bodega-catto]

Yeah I would also ignore his crimes for ten years ngl

#jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #sugusato #gego #that’s your man? look at the picture. yeah that’s mine 🤍 #pretty face and I KNOW he has a diabolical cock #I understand Gojo #satosugu

[snarkspawn]

the devil you know

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 raphael #stuff and things #userpharawee #yeah I know everyone and their mum has already done something like this #with the shadow and the exact caption and all lmao I *know* ok #I just. wanted to do it too #and I've had it in my head for months it needed to get out #anyway. moving on!