Horrendous Job Everyone!

I’m tired of seeing drama about things I like and being expected to stop liking it because the creator fucked up.

Like bruh, I understand the creator isn’t great, but I can’t be compelled to care-

Just let me enjoy shit without being bombarded by people calling me horrible things cause I enjoy shit

Here’s day 28, ghost!

This is Briar, the ghost-like pilot of the Starship Nova! She’s a wild card, taking risks many would call insane but always pulling it off. She’s bound to the mortal realm by her cursed jacket. She’s Camille’s girlfriend.

(Her shirt is a little messed up, it’s supposed to be a dark purple)

pick one. this is your blind date

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20

21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

(assume that whoever you get is single)

i feel like in general we focus a lot on the dangers of people having influence online and how they can hurt people, but not enough on how many lives they also have the power to improve and make a meaningful difference to. technoblade made such a meaningful, important difference to my life, and i'm sure i speak for a lot of people when i say that. i'm glad to have been a small part of the community that made some to his, as he said in his own words in his goodbye message.

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.

I missed day 11 so here it is! I also combined it with day 13. The two prompts are Jonathan Sims and Eyes.

stop telling your teenage daughters who say they don't want kids that they'll change their mind

explain ur reasoning in the tags ... :)