not jaga

the watcher

tumblr and discord changing their ui just enough to be noticeable within a week of each other, 1 million billion neurodivergent people found dead

i go on discord. the icons are tiny now. i go on tumblr. the icons are massive. i kill myself

There was also a monastery and lots of cats up here

rbs > likes

now that watcher is out i can post all my slugcat designs! you are welcome to draw/use them with credit :] [and i would be stoked]

individual images under cut + attuned saint and minor watcher spoilers

the watcher ost is so good . cries a little

.IT ISSSSS and its not on spotify yet or the james primate youtube cyhannek... but it IS released by that channel and you can only find it if it wanders across your youtube recommended by pure chance. so. here! full watcher ost playlist

yes!! it is on spotify, though, i've been listening nonstop for a bit now!

I like when people like a character so way too much that it transcends even self shipping or kinning and becomes more of a patron saint that you pray to type of deal

"patron saint" stop using catholic figures in a blasphemous way! it's disrespectful to catholics.

youve made me very happy by saying this

you...enjoy being disrespectful to catholics?

big blog reblogged an angel post. girl i just know the tags r gonna be bad

fine fucking fine ill read ksbd damnnnnn

visible body, hidden heart

I have always thought that you can use the French word “brûlé (burnt)” only for foods. Imagine how I felt discovering my misunderstanding via reading about Jan Hus in French

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.