veliseraptor:

when you can sense a Mood incoming and feel like a farmer standing in a field looking out at the horizon as the storm approaches like “looks like it’s gonna be a bad one, boys”

audarcy:

gays and neurodivergent ppl are obsessed with cryptids, the fae, liminal spaces, etc because we often exist on the fringe of society and lack well-defined social identities, feeling such acute isolation from the “normal” world that we align ourselves more with things that are literally not of this world. in this essay i will

insomniac-arrest:

luckylesbiano:

mouthsounds:

glitterigabi:

unpretty:

i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.

This is the opposite of a creepypasta

cozypasta

silencinq:

gunpowderplotandtreason:

aceslytherpuff:

brawltogethernow:

brawltogethernow:

muchymozzarella:

iloe:

iloe:

do the spiderverse kids all have. slightly different meme cultures

miles: look I can fit my whole fist in my mouth

gwen: freaky flexing. but alright

miles:

miles, through his fist: I’m sorry what did you just say

ok but remember Peter B’s world is most like ours

 so both Miles and Gwen would have slightly off memes and distress him when he has a hard enough time remembering his own world’s memes

I WAS HOPING SOMEBODY WOULD POINT THIS OUT.

Miles: It’s “strange flex but cool beans.”
Peter: Am I tripping on something? Is this a stroke, is this what a stroke feels like?

Miles: *makes a mistake* This is distressing. Siri play Take on Me.

Gwen: you absolute heathen. It’s ‘This is tragic, google play All Star.’

Peter: whAT the fUCK

THAT’S IT THIS ONE IS THE BEST ONE

noir: strange flaunt, but alas

wildnoutinwildemount:

blackberrywidow:

Carol, turning up at the avengers compound in endgame: uh, hi. I’m fury’s emergency contact.

Steve: great, so you’re here to help us save the world?

Carol: no, I’m here to remove myself as fury’s emergency contact.

Steve: …

Nat: …

Bruce: …

Carol, cracking up: nah, I’m just fuckin with you. now whose ass am I kicking today?

This is so in character…