Past And Present

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

YAY finally finished the jarthurs !!!! post 1/2 !!! also I severely fucked up two in the other batch so idk if I want to redo them or try something else but whatever aha :’))

Jarthurs in order!!: @teafromthemicrowave @colebirb @mikonez and @beentobeetle !!!!!!! YIPPE

i'm going back to 505 does anyone want anything

Vice doesn't have many expressions other than "tragic victorian anxiety" but one of them is definitely "caught two seconds away from slurping your soul like a gogurt"

oscar malevolent save me... save me oscar malevolent....

the grief of seeing beauty all around you and feeling like a thunderous cloud right in the middle of it, because life is overcoming it’s cold affliction and you can’t seem to shake it

what yall know about the special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring

may someone explain to me like i’m five where the invictus poem first came from, i for some reason do not remember this detail ever 😔

Thinking about how— up until this point— Arthur has kept the entirety of "Invictus" to himself as his last piece of independence outside of John. And how now— when John recites the full poem to Arthur, in what is surely another merging of their two individual consciousnesses into one— Arthur isn't angry, or scared, or upset. Instead, he's comforted and encouraged by that intermingling, because he's fully accepted himself and John as one fused-together, inseparable unit. And that fact, that complete blurring of himself into John, is what ultimately motivates him to keep moving, to keep fighting, to keep living.

ok but the way he's still kind of getting outcunted by the guy on the left

if you need a pat on the head right now I got u covered

*pat pat*

i had dream you were a plum instead of a fish and you were arguing with a grape

any grapes out there looking to start some shit?