“Out here, everything hurts. You wanna get through this? Do as I say. Now pick up what you can and run”.
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“Out here, everything hurts. You wanna get through this? Do as I say. Now pick up what you can and run”.
Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) dir. George Miller.
I would die for this version of Good Omens.
It's honestly a tragedy they didn't get more interaction in Green Wing.
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KAREN FUKUHARA as KIMIKO MIYASHIRO in THE BOYS (2019- )
You know if I had a nickel for every time Jensen Ackles played an emotionally stunted/repressed character with *extreme* daddy issues who was tortured for 40 years and didn’t age a day in those 40 years I’d have two nickels.
Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice.
the boys + textposts 5/?
so The Boys finale happened, thoughts?
Concept: You are in a forest; it is night, but you are safe and unafraid. The moon is your guide; weaving through the trees, she leads you to a pond in a clearing. The water’s surface is smooth and reflects the stars above. You shed your clothing, your fears and doubts, and your pain and suffering, and slip into the depths.
You bathe among stars, an ancient yourself. Galaxies swirl around you, galaxies are born within you. Peace and eternity flood you. All that is and was and will be can be felt in your heartbeat, in your breath. A well of strength and love opens in your heart. What you feel cannot be described by mere words.
Has a moment passed? Perhaps a millennium?
Reborn, you open your eyes. Reborn, you rise, the celestial being that was hidden within you always
How r u out here being homophobic and still writing mpreg 😭
Those are two entirely separate things. But I guess I couldn’t expect someone like you to understand that.
This is talking about Paul McCartney by the way.
It’s what
OK here’s the context:
This person writes fanfic about real life musicians from the 60s, including mpreg. They’re also openly homophobic. Someone made a post joking about Davy Jones from the band The Monkees being gay and OP went off on them about how disrespectful it is to headcanon real life people who are still alive as being gay. OP’s inbox got flooded by people pointing out that they themselves write fic about actual real life people who are still alive being mpreg’d but they insist it’s totally different you guys I swear and had a meltdown.
Also, the fic isn’t actually about Paul McCartney, it’s about Paul Simon from Simon & Garfunkel being impregnated by Lily Tomlin.
y’all i kinda just assumed this was an old 2014ish post circulating, but the original post was made yesterday. as in like, on May 19th 2022
This is another tale about Queen Mab, though it is set in Hartburn this time (in Northumberland, England) not Old Fawdon Hill. It is the story of a miller who would leave offerings to the fairies, and one day as he stilled his water mill he was lucky enough to not only hear the gentle tinkle of bells as they arrived, but also to see their procession.
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Babygirl I’m popping joints that paleontologists don’t even know about
No, fuck. Chiropractors
Yo mama so old her chiropractor is a paleontologist
[Redrawing of The Hermit tarot card as… The Kermit.]
This is one of those posts that I scrolled past, but then I reconsidered my life choices and came back.
starting to think i’m unfit for human relationships all together. laugh out loud
Doing research for a thing everyone reblog or reply and tell me what you would do with your time if you didn’t have to work. Like if you suddenly got enough passive income to live a comfortable middle class life and you didn’t have to do a single thing to get it, what would you do all day?
If you think your answer is embaraseing anon it to me.
[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.
[shakes you a little by the collar] the divine is in the details. do you understand? how much better would life be if we revered the simple, the material; just being and doing and making, with our own two hands. enlightenment - it’s here. it’s here! in the church of ordinary things. try making a daisy chain at sunrise or showering in the dark, and tell me that’s not holy. religion isn’t on a pulpit, up in the sky, in the next life. it’s now. it’s you, my dear, and all the tiny, mundane things you create and share and break and put back together again.