Well well, what have we here?

Molly❈32❈INFP❈Fangirl❈Ahgase❈This blog is NSFW and full of spoilers

[rosmaryne]

not to sound like a boomer but I miss when video games included manuals with maps and some small trivia about the characters

[rosmaryne]

this is what I'm talking about

[topherchris]

[silly-slacker-person]

[konetainkarr]

Knowledge

[limbel]

03. queen(s) @merlinktober

[pornhubstepmom-deactivated20191]

[babygoose-deactivated20240106]

op delete this now

[madfanboy]

If I had to see this, then all of you have to as well

[sepdet]

“You can do what you want with my music, just don’t make it boring” — Freddie Mercury

i… guess this counts

[mashruuums]

:Р

[joshpeck]

all men do is lie

[limbel]

06. toast @merlinktober

[westlywheatly-deactivated202512]

He don’t bite…

[viria]

Link’s home

PS there are a few more on patreon, that are a little 🌶️

[thatwavephenomenon]

Do not think about Anders having to write copies upon copies of his manifesto by hand. His manifesto has to be sent or handed to people, as many people as possible, in order for things to change. He has to convince them. They have to read it, they must. So he makes copies to hand out. By himself. Because he could never afford to have it printed. Printing is way, way too expensive. He knows it. One of his best friends, Varric Tethras, is a writer who keep having books published, but Varric is also well-off enough to cover any unexpected cost. Still, Varric isn't interested in his fight, and any printing shop who would dare to risk being under templar's scrutiny for helping him would surely ask an exorbitant fee, and Anders could never repay such a huge favor. So he write all those copies by hand, for hours. Because people has to read them for things to change. But they do not in the end. They do not read them. Not even his own friends read them.

[bestenemys]

Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

The Return of The King, J.R.R. Tolkien

[mathew]

[airandangels]

I appreciate

His moustache

His gusto and joie de vivre

The way he wipes a peephole in the condensation so the cat can see clearly

[ovenroastedtwerkey]

He saw Lady and the Tramp at a formative age and decided the guy making spaghetti for strays was Goals

[hearteyes-wheeler]

Stab a politician day!!!!

[ringo-starr-cat-edition]

No thought only teef

[optimisticcatastrophe]

As a survivor of a narcissistic and emotionally immature parent, I will never get over what Mythal did to my sweet angel boy.

[pangolinpirate]

An illustration for @sombredelanuit's fic If the Stars Could Speak chapter 14. Thank you for the hours of free entertainment, I hope you like this illustration even half as much as I've been enjoying reading each week!

[sombredelanuit]

OMG I AM DYING. Why does this feel like such a massive milestone as a bb fanfic author to have art created based on a scene from my story? This is so damn amazing, I can’t even. 🥺 thank you so much!