Using Tumblr To Scream Out To The Void Again…. Warning: Very Vague SPOILERS For The 100

What??? Why would I remember that??? I say with a suspiciously anypony shaped nametag on my shirt

uburnean ctommy ... does anypony remember. i do

The flowers and everything 😭😭😭😭

You Cannot Save Everyone.

In the beginning. Straight up "creatig it" and by "it" I mean. well. let's just say... heabven and the earth

No i'm totally not stressed and worried and terrified about the state of the world haha - couldn't be me! *listens to Trina's song on repeat*

Literally the only correct option (coming from a lesbian)

So, fandom.. in recent times, we have learned what the fandom will get during the season 1 hiatus. And I just want so say.

We have. To romance. Deacon.

I repeat, WE HAVE TO ROMANCE DEACON.

Sometimes I forget because I am charmed by him, but Benson is so viscerally terrifying in certain moments that you have to assume that it must've bled in a little beforehand.

Like, maybe Randy’s on a closing shift with him and, by the time they finish up, everyone else’s long since departed and even though it’s obscenely late, Randy doesn’t really mind, Benson’s his most adept, reserved coworker and his cigarette breaks give Randy a minute to himself. When it’s just the two of them working together Benson puts his head down and gets on with it--same as him--so there’s an infrequent calm they both appreciate. They’re both too beat to bother being sociable so it’s mostly Benson’s low grunts and head tilts and Randy’s answering nods, nothing to disturb the silence or the comfortable routine they settle into, the kind that accompanies mind-numbing exhaustion.

Then Benson’s got the keys out ready to lock up, and Randy’s got his jacket on, idle & half-asleep waiting by the door, holding it open even though he could already be on the way to his car, because leaving together completes the ritual of it all. Across the empty dining room, he watches as Benson flicks out the lights and in the split-second before his eyes adjust, in the immediate aftermath of 16 hours under buzzing fluorescents, silently awaiting Benson’s approach, Randy Bradley is the most scared he’s ever been in his entire, petrified existence.

Using this as games I should play

lord the peasants are so loud today

Sad. sad and demented.

— can't believe that I'm in pain / I need to disassociate / I just wanna be a good passenger

I am SQUEAKING OUT BRO.

All I see, eyes open or closed, is a god damn barely anthropomorphic RAT with a MOP ON ITS HEAD, that is so squeaking tiny that his OTHER FATTER RAT FRIEND (who mind you is the embodiment of a weird pseudo Mr. Clean ad mixed with the cool aid man) looks like a GOLIATH when he in fact takes like five hits to kill and if the first rat wasn’t so GODDAMN PATHETIC, HE WOULD PROBABLY BE STRONGER THAN THE FAT ONE.

IS THERE INTERNET CONTENT ABOUT THESE WEIRD LITTLE RAT GUYS?? NO, IM THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL EVER REMEMBER THEM IN FIVE YEARS TIME, OR EVEN CARES ABOUT THEM NOW. EVEN THE GAME DEVS BARELY GAVE THEM A HAPPY ENDING WITH THE GOD DAMN APAWCOLYPSE COMING.

I’m not happy.