I AM LAUGHING SO HARD HE IS A MOOD. Roll With It Man, Roll With It XD Plus The Ok Ok I Got It Thing Was

“Stop SIMPING for my LIZARDS.”

“The truck majored in transportation and logistics, not because of stereotypes, but because it was his passion.”

“Be liquidated, idiot,”

“Yeah sure, just give me a second.”

Thanks for the tag @l0nesome-dreams! I don't know many people at all, but I'm more than happy to hop on!

These buddies r in no specific order, and they are who I remembered on spot! They all live and vibe rent free in my comfy apartment space that is my head. An interesting crowd!

TARS - Interstellar (2014)

Optimus Prime - Transformers Media

Master Chief - Halo

Blade Ranger - Planes: Fire and Rescue

Siddeley - Cars 2

Ghost - Call of Duty

Din Djarin - The Mandalorian

Kaiko Nekton - The Deep

Baymax - Big Hero 6

Temeraire - Temeraire/His Majesty's Dragon

@fiery-foxfire maybe give a shot! XD

List your 10 favorite characters from 10 different Fandoms, then tag 10 people!

Thanks for the tag, @mystical-salamander!

1. Garazeb Orrelios, Star Wars

2. Alastor, Hazbin Hotel

3. Starscream, Transformers

4. Shadow the Hegehog, Sonic the Hedgehog

5. Castiel, Supernatural

6. Blitzø, Helluva Boss

7. Fox McCloud, Starfox

8. Shawn Spencer, Psych

Can't think of any more 😅

Tags: @seth-shitposts @heart-0f-a-rebel16 @lost-in-derry @birdsandbeetlesandmoths and anybody else who wants to do this!

Absolutely. Speechless.

Sabir, belonging to @hyacinthquetzal

really put in on doing some more dynamic angles this year

tricking or treating?

You get:

A greater ani!

“Get your teeth shaded, boy.”

“Noodle priviledges revoked, got downgraded into Master Chief.”

@l0nesome-dreams

Cyare Darasuum

Pairing: Ghost!Wolffe x fem!reader

Warnings: AU where Wolffe dies during order 66. Grief, blood, fatal injury, reader death, reunions, afterlife.

A/N I can’t seem to write Wolffe without some angst. Divider by @saradika-graphics and rb banners by @dystopicjumpsuit

It definitely took some getting used to when Wolffe appeared as a ghost. Neither of you understood, since Jedi were supposed to be the only beings capable of that; and even they had to train themselves.

Nobody else can see him, which makes you wonder if you might actually be going crazy. He keeps watch over you, his beloved, at all times of the day. You'd rather have him as a ghost instead of not at all, but you find yourself constantly aching for the comfort of his arms. It’s been too long since he held you, and you’re afraid of forgetting the feeling.

His dry, snarky personality hasn’t changed. The two of you still fall into the same banter you always have. That, you’re thankful for.

When you're finally wounded badly in action, rebelling against the Empire that took your husband from you, it's not sadness that fills your heart, but joy. Joy that you'll be with him for eternity.

You hiss in pain as blood seeps into the dirt beneath you. Wolffe's hazy apparition hovers worriedly as tears sting your eyes.

“Ironic,” you laugh bitterly. “Till death do us part, except death is bringing us together.”

Wolffe manages a small grimacing smile, but he knows he won't ever be able to erase the image of your blood pooling on the ground.

“Close your eyes, ner kar'ta. I love you so much.”

You do as he says, focusing on the hope that you'll be with him as darkness creeps from the edges of your consciousness like burning flimsi.

When you open your eyes again, you’re in a lush, vibrant meadow.

A hand—a warm, firm, calloused hand—grasps yours, and you look up to see Wolffe’s mismatched gaze. Not the transparent silver mirage that’s followed you for a year, But the man you fell in love with. The man you married.

“Welcome to forever, Mesh’la.”

A keening cry leaves your throat and you fall into his waiting arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he softly shushes you. You feel no pain. You feel no grief. You only feel overwhelming happiness and love as you cry in your husband's embrace.

“Is this real?” You ask, hand tracing his face; his cheekbones, down to his chin, across the scar over his eye, drinking in the sight of him.

Wolffe presses his forehead to yours, as if to answer.

“Yeah, it’s real. We’ll never have to be so far apart again.”

As his nose bumps against yours, a promise echoes in your mind.

Ner Cyare Darasuum.

My Eternal Beloved.

“Lambada” — T-Fest x Scriptonite (Slowed-Reverb)

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