What Am I Doing Here?

Self portrait on cardboard cause I can't find my stylus

People are acting so weird and possessive of Markiplier for the whole OnlyFans situation. He's an adult. He's an adult who's been a celebrity for years. He knows people thirst on him. That's why he had this idea in the first place. He's not some naive kid you must protect. He's not some innocent soul that the evil sluts of Tumblr and Twitter will corrupt. He knows the Internet, he knows his fans and he knows his job.

He's an adult and he can make his own choices.

i’m old, i’m satisfied, and you were my purpose. THE LAST OF US, 1x03: LONG, LONG TIME.

My husband pointed out that the narrative never tells us Furiosa is wrong for turning back when she's told to run. She went to her mother even when she couldn't save her, she went back for Jack even though it got her caught, and we're never told she was dumb or wrong for choosing love over escape. Miller is a love truther and I stand by that

#using-to-process #hi-jacob  #apocalypse #survivor 

Duuuude

1400 year old ginkgo tree.

 地點：陝西省西安市古觀音禪寺 

Photography: Han Fei

HOW MENY PIXELS CAN YOU COUNT??

A screen cap because im lazy 

Imagining Garak and Bashir in a fucked up survival situation. Garak getting injured somewhere intimate like the thigh or lower abdomen. It severs an artery and he's bleeding out. Forcing Bashir to reach inside and apply manual pressure to the artery while he repairs it. Garak, conscious and whimpering, as Bashir puts his whole hand inside him :) Bashir whispering softly, gently how well he's doing, just a little more :) :) :)

Imagining Garak and Bashir in a fucked up survival situation. Garak getting injured somewhere intimate like the thigh or lower abdomen. It severs an artery and he's bleeding out. Forcing Bashir to reach inside and apply manual pressure to the artery while he repairs it. Garak, conscious and whimpering, as Bashir puts his whole hand inside him :) Bashir whispering softly, gently how well he's doing, just a little more :) :) :)

you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones