People Need To Realise That A Poor Little Meow Meow Must Be A Character Who Has Committed Atrocities

“What have you been up to lately?” THIS

Thinking about a duct tape wizard

Don't mind me, just crying over Sephiroth's conditioning again...

Like, Sephiroth is so sad, but when Genesis yells an order to him...

He goes into attention on an instinct, and "wait, wtf am I doing?" Expression in his face...

Then you remember, according to some timeline, Sephiroth was 12 when Wutai war started, or something like that. :)

Just in case you forget this exists.

It exists.

The Wall

I always wondered if they met…

Thank you, /r/ProgrammerHumor, I love you endlessly.

Redditors competing to make the worst volume sliders possible...

What Did NASA See on Your Birthday?

use this link — or google “Hubble birthday” — and enter your birth month and day to see what the Hubble Telescope saw on the day you were born! Then tag some people afterwards! Let’s see the what the galaxy looks like together :)

*feel free to click on “see full image” and just post the picture if you don’t want to share the date. or just put what you got in the tags!

For instance, this is mine:

tagging @greekgurlluv @peggy-sue-reads-a-book @scentedcandleibex @the-witching-atlas @inc0rrectmyths @hydexstudixs @dontwannadothisanymore @0lympian-c0uncil @genderfluidagendergremlin @candlecat624 @bluebellstudio @mythology-loving-lesbian @thatweirdkipgroup @marcelinethepastelqueen if you want to do this! (No pressure to, of course)

As always, you don’t need a tag to reblog this off me <3

pov: you’ve just got home from the early screening of season 2.

twitter is waiting for the spoilers.

tumblr is waiting for the spoilers.

the Spoiler Gremlins are biting at the walls of their enclosure.

you crack out your phone. time to give the people what they want. you open twitter, type the spoiler, you’re about to press 'post'…

then, the lights go out.

that’s weird. must be a blackout.

you go to find a flashlight, and you swear you hear some sort of scampering in the hallway. you shine the flashlight; nothing there. huh. weird.

you return to your room, and open the door.

there’s a figure standing in the darkness.

your heart drops.

the figure makes no move.

gulping, you aim the flashlight and click it on.

it’s neil gaiman.