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My mother rickrolls me at least once a week

i think rickrolling is the only meme that gets objectively funnier with age. in 2009 you learned to anticipate it but in 2019 it happens just infreqently enough that i fall for it every single time

"There was a reason a far simpler, kinder necromancy was still allowed. Still using the body and the bones, while still allowing the spirit to pass to either the Underwhere or the Overthere. A sign of great debt or punishment, to not allow the body to rest until their sentence had been served and their debts worked off. It was still quite a bit less cruel than watching the person themselves come undone, little by little. He didn’t regret outlawing the other practice, as most had opposed it long before he’d come into power. 

If only that meant Bowser could have kept the subject of his nightmares dead too. With any luck, he’d come undone on his own too, and those whispers amongst his people would be laid to rest with him."

MIDNIGHT MASS Episode 3 - "Book III: Proverbs"

why do you exist to haunt me?

my sister to the spider in her window

Careless whister is a fucking bop!

careless whisper fucks so insanely hard and i will never forgive the internet for making it a "meme song." tonight the music seems so loud i wish that we could lose this crowd maybe its better this way we'd hurt each other with the things we want to say. if you even care.

Kylux for mermay!

GIVE IT UP FOR: ROUND MEN

making aus for ocs are so funny cause like. theyre already in a situation… but what if they were in a DIFFERENT situation

how to be a god

speak with a smirk, your smile can be a magnet. speak with a scowl, your eyes could cut like daggers.

walk with your head high, let your wings stretch as wide as possible. never look down on mortals, you’re meant for the skies.

dress to the nines no matter the occasion. ballgowns from any time period, victorian suits, knights armor. blood stains are simply proof of your power.

stain your lips with cherries or pomegranates, or even blood. slip daggers into your hair and tie your hair back with gold chains. never forget to adorn your head with a crown.

always touch, never be touched. let your hands roam their body freely, and take your time sizing up your pray. when you kiss them, don’t forget to bite.

carry around books from the crusades, from witches, from the romans. read to remember the battles you were apart of, the stories written after you.

speak in latin, in ancient greek, in tamil. let the mortals know your words have power. scrawl ominous sayings across the wall, whether it be in blood or wine

every day feast as if there’s no tomorrow. accept only ambrosia and wine. sit at the head of your table and unfurl your wings, the world is at your fingertips.

let the women circle around you, shouting your name in a crazed way. let them dedicate their lives to your glory, let them kill to be near you. you are above all.

take your time. time runs by you, drink your wine slowly, scrawl threats on paper without rush, slide your sword into the mere mortal tenderly. you own the world.