Reblogged cobra-creampuff
the workday/weekend ratio is so off. like ethically.
Reblogged dryadalis
idk if it's just me but i'm glad that the majority of people outside of here believe tumblr is a dead site because like i've been here for 13 years and like this is my house??? i don't need thousands upon thousands of people flocking here it'd be like inviting chimps to a house party total fucking carnage
Reblogged ex0rin
his swagless mental breakdowns this, his homoerotic patterns of grief that. what about HER grief-stricken moments of extremely poor decisionmaking? what about HER incredibly alarming isolation and trauma-driven life choices?!?!?!
Reblogged iightwoodbane
I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes
Reblogged crabsandlobsters
whatever our souls are made of, you and me are going to end up stuck in the same ice hole
Reblogged skyler10fic
"ohh my god you can't just-"
Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.
you wear a collar
I may choose to kneel recreationally.
Reblogged cobra-creampuff
Stevie Nicks, 1977
Reblogged limerental
he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured
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norribeth: but you, amplified in the silence
imaginary fic title prompts!
It had taken a war and a wedding to convince Elizabeth that mornings could be enjoyed. The demands of her life before she ever stepped foot aboard the Black Pearl occurred in the twilight hours; and besides, any beauty she might have missed in a sunrise was echoed in magnitude at sunset, when the sky pressed vividly against a sea dark as wine as it bade the sun to its slumber.
Now, though, in the early colorless dawn, in a bed much more humble than those in the King’s House, she rouses opposite James, and marvels at all she has missed. The light just catches the suggestion of green off the corner of his eye as he lies in the silence, gently stroking the hair from her brow back behind her ear. She closes her eyes, savoring the brush of his skin against hers.
Elizabeth had learned that mornings could be enjoyed—but that does not mean she had mastered the art of waking early. Instead she draws James closer, pressing her face into his neck, and drifts back asleep to the rumble of his laughter.
Reblogged courfeyrac
there should be more options than suffering via employment and suffering via unemployment
Reblogged loki-hargreeves
I think what was most exciting about taking on Steven Grant and Marc Spector and Moon Knight, Mr. Knight, was that there was an ability to use this, you know, superhero genre and Egyptian iconography, superpowers; all this kind of stuff that's exciting and super entertaining and use those things to tell a very internal story. This very, you know, deeply psychological, emotional story of this person uncovering the trauma that they lived through and finding a way to heal. — Oscar Isaac
MOON KNIGHT S01E01 | The Goldfish Problem
Reblogged boltlightning
Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.
Reblogged iightwoodbane
they don't make staying up until 3am fun and exciting like they used to
Reblogged shiromouse
come play blorbos with me
we can do tghis. our touy