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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Love Begins
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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happy pride, please conduct yourselves accordingly
Gannet Diving necklace by Rie Taniguchi
is there a regional dish specific to the region you live in or grew up in that you particularly like?
Is there a regional dish specific to the region you live in or grew up in that you particularly like?
Yes
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Annoyances to lovers is THE ship dynamic
that one mutual that has seen the skull
Faroe Islands, 2018
while I'm momentarily obsessing over the same handful of scenes across a mere six hours of quarter-century-old tv, art acuña is reblogging rpf video edits of him and ckane on instagram. damn. buddy. I haven't forgotten about you okay!
I'm still turning over the deliberate uncertainties of Mutiny but the biggest unanswered question is when/how did Hornblower get his clothes back after the Lieutenants got arrested. Was it beneath the dignity of an officer for Sawyer to arrest someone who was buckass naked? Was there a period where there were three guys in a very small brig and only two pairs of pants between them?
hornblower + text posts (hms renown edition) part 10/?
An example of why one should use the Oxford comma.
LOL. I think they tried to fix it.
Nice try. Still no.
I signed up for a 5k tomorrow thinking if I'd done one race another would be fine and I feel under prepared and mentally muleish. I'll do it but christ alive the t-shirt had better be good.
In the meantime I sliced my thumb on the blender blade and the plaster is interfering with typing on my phone and hence with fanfiction writing which is abominable
Don't ask me about the Sugapa wip don't mention the Andor one don't even think about reminding me of the Almost Paradise fluff I should be writing. It's early evening on itv and I'm approximately 14 and the men on the boat are supporting awful things in the name of the british empire but they are looking at each other in such loaded ways :///
Mr Bush was, it seems, created in a lab just for me and my brain worms
Thought I'd found a workaround (use laptop) but:
READY OR NOT (2019) dir. by MATT BETTINELLI-OLPIN & TYLER GILLETT
"What wouldn't Satan steal to sell to the Swedes?" said the Grindavíkian. "My dear Árni's been naive for so long: he thought he could put food on the Icelanders' tables by indicting the Company; he thought he could redeem Snæfríður Iceland's sun by defaming her beloved; he thought he could save the honour of his fatherland by duping starved dimwits in Iceland out of the few books they still had that hadn't gone rotten, and by piling them together here in Copenhagen in a place where they're in serious danger of burning up all together in one night. And now he thinks the Swedes aren't as clever as he is. Let me tell you something: they are far more clever than he is, so clever that no power on earth will ever convince them that that collection of lice-ridden beggars on that shithole up north who call themselves Icelanders, and who will all be dead in a very short time, God be praised, wrote sagas. I know Árni impugns me for not gathering up and shoving into his bag every single scrap I can find. But can't he take some comfort in having acquired the best of a bad lot of books? All I did was sell von Oxenstierna and du Bertelskiold some totally useless old rubbish; de la Rosenquist, however, has asked me for a genealogical table so he can trace him family back to trolls."
Iceland's Bell, Halldór Laxness, trans. by Phillip Roughton
Thinking about the bond that develops between Styles and Bush, and imagining a modern au setting with Styles the ginormous butch lesbian (for she is, and Matthews is her squirrelly little wife) and her 'I 🩷 Bush' pin that covers all the bases
every emotional fandom post is written like this
oscar the grouch, who lived and loved in a trash can
oscar the grouch, who ate rotten bananas because he didn't have the self esteem to try for fresh ones
oscar the grouch, who pushed big bird away because his love burned as bright as the sun and oscar the grouch knew he was the moon