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Rasmus Flynn | Slytherin | Bi | Ginger | Witch | He/Him

[thenatsdorf]

Abort mission, agent compromised! 

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[nattousan]

i reblogged this on the 17th, a saturday, NOT EVEN TWO DAYS LATER I GOT A RAISE AFTER BEING AT MY JOB FOR A YEAR AND A HALF

LIKE TO CHARGE, REBLOG TO CAST MOTHERFUCKERS

[finelychoppedkittens]

Old Russian Numbers Stations and chill?

[clearnorthernskyy]

Not to be gay on main.... But all I want is to live in a small medieval town. I'm the town baker. My bakery is my home and I'm always wearing an apron and covered in flour.

Nextdoor is a forge, and I am very close with the blacksmith that works there. Every morning I bring him a freshly baked loaf of bread. As I hand it to him our hands touch briefly. His hands are rough, yet they're so careful and gentle with everything he touches. I secretly want him to be that gentle with me.

One day, he walks into my bakery, he's still sweaty from the intense heat of the forge. In his hands is a small dagger in it's sheath. He hands it to me and tells me it's to protect myself if needed.

I take the dagger out of it's sheath. It's beautifully made. There are intricate designs engraved into the metal. It's so much more complicated than anything else yeah blacksmith has ever made. It must've been so time consuming to make.

I look up at him and with just one look I understand why he's giving it to me. With one look we both understand that we love each other. He leans in and kisses me. It's so soft and sweet, and gentle.

He comes by every day to get a loaf of bread and kiss me. We keep our relationship a secret. And everyone wonders why neither of us have found wives. But we know exactly why. And we're completely content with being secret lovers.

Is that really too much to ask?

[mikerickson]

[official-josh]

[the-feeeling-is-mutual]

Released footage:

Behind the scenes:

The hardships of being the tallest tree in the forest. Electric Picnic, 2014

[anxietyproblem]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[herbgerblin]

Elven babies are not very common.

The birth of an elf is cause for great celebration, yet the ceremony surrounding it is kept in great secret. With a race that can last literal centuries, the need to reproduce is far laxer than for other, less long-lived races. Only elves are allowed to witness the baby in its first hundred days, and even then, it is kept away from larger society for the first year. When one is added to their ranks, they are given simple names, in hopes that they will lead easy lives. 

Elven babies are not very common.

The birth of an elf is cause for great carefulness, for elven constitutions are not as strong as those of less long lived races. The process is long and arduous, and, as with most births, sometimes life threatening. There is a phrase in Old Elvish, lost on modern tongues, but roughly translated from Old Common to mean, “For sunrise to come, the stars must burn out.” It is a solemn phrase, never uttered in the presence of elves by non-elves. 

Elven babies are not very common.

The birth of an elf is cause for great rejoicing. They are proof of a healthy community. They are wrapped in the warmest down, given the nicest clothes, and shown the greatest wonders. Scholars and other learned folks will travel across continents to come and take a gander at the baby. Many bring gifts and trinkets, in hopes that as the child begins its hundred year journey to adulthood, it will take a liking to an item of particularity, and follow that path to greatness.

Elven babies are not very common.

Elven twins far less so.

The birth of elven twins is cause for great discussion. It is an anomaly amongst the fae. They are drenched in double secret, kept hidden for twice as long. They happen, of course they happen. But only as often as when a dragon breathes its last fiery breath. And with their arrival, there is immediate loss. For the world must remain in balance, and none are closer connected to the forces of the world than the long lived folk themselves. Elven twins are often orphans. That is how The Fair Folk Are.

Elven twins receive no ceremony. There are no gifts left for them at the base of their tree. No scholars coming to study the constellations in their wake. Only murmurings and whispers. Two elves, two suns, two questions that need answers: Who will care for these double conundrums, and what paths will they take to greatness?

Elven babies are not very common.

And elven twins must learn to grow up fast.

[avpdsnail]

[full-metal-furies]

[1920′s gangster voice] every single one’a you’s…… every single one’a you’s is valid…….

[goodboygustav]

t’anks boss 

[severalowls]

Soup should be a human right. In the heart of every town there should be a big pot of soup and you can help yourself. And if anybody meddles with the soup… well. the answer should be obvious.

[lezz-paul]

Soup Faerie from Neopets wrote this

[fulminata2]

If I had my way there would always be a pot of soup on the back burner for guests. 

[nyctoheart]

i can’t believe superwholock existed as one the largest fandom(s) on this website. there hasn’t been a trace of it on my dashboard in years. No mention, no whisper. a ghost. i still follow people who reblogged it. i myself reblogged it. and yet here we are, not daring to ever mention it. im risking my life making this po

[sufficientlylargen]

For those new to this site, “Superwholock” was the crossover fandom for the overlap of three of the biggest individual fandoms on tumblr - soup, the Finnish municipality of Perho, and Enlightenment philosopher John Locke.

[richardmadens-archive]

[thechronicleofshe]

this hurled my wig into the rafters as a kid

[chicken-fluff-butts]

[lildump-deactivated20180705]

chiggins in the sun

[bloomflowersbloom]

This is what life is about

[polycement]

the boys are back in town

[trevenanl-deactivated20200913]

When a drunk girl outside a club bathroom speaks… you listen. If she tells you that you’ll find love despite being hurt in the past? She’s right. If she tells you to stop being so self-aware? She’s right. They are the modern day Oracles at Delphi and must be taken at their every word

[guarded-affection]

outside after a lesbian concert (King Princess), i asked a girl dressed as jesus if she forgave me. a drunk girl ran up and slurred “i don’t mean to interrupt, but you don’t need to be forgiven. you don’t need to be forgiven.”

[aquestionofcharacter]

Me writing at age 15: what IF the story was about people KIDNAPPING teenagers and CRUELLY EXPERIMENTING on them and I had a NINE YEAR OLD accidentally KILL A MAN with unharnessed DEADLY PSYCHIC ENERGY

Me writing at age 25: what if a vampire was just a really good dad to his loving family and my characters had a whole conversation with a faerie about human music genres

[suninks-moved]

i’m fifteen right now and that’s how i write i feel so called out -

[aquestionofcharacter]

That’s perfectly valid and good! 

I made this post 100% as a funny commentary on how much my personal tastes and style have changed. I definitely didn’t write this it intending to imply that either kind of thematic material was inherently better, or to call anyone out for writing the former rather than the latter.

I also worried retrospectively that this post might come across as condescending, as if I was implying that anybody who writes the former kind of narrative was immature and would “grow out of it.” I definitely also want to make it clear that that’s not the intention.

I think that dramatic, dark narratives have a really important place in storytelling. Struggle is a very real part of the human experience and we should have a place to talk about it. Stories about sorrow and cruelty can remind us that we’re not alone in our pain and can give us guidance on how to navigate the darker parts of our lives. 

And ultimately, regardless of what I or any others think, everyone should absolutely write what is close to their hearts. My advice to every writer is this: write something that is first and foremost for you, and don’t let anyone tell you that you should be writing anything else.