you: this is so sad, alexa play despacito
shakespeare in pericles, prince of tyre act iii, scene 2: the rough and woeful music that we have, / cause it to sound, beseech you.
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you: this is so sad, alexa play despacito
shakespeare in pericles, prince of tyre act iii, scene 2: the rough and woeful music that we have, / cause it to sound, beseech you.
watching the doomsday trailer as an old timer loki fan is just getting ready for another infinity war/endgame situation all over again
love seeing my boy in a trailer and imagining a world where he gets to do something in a film
it's been four years and I'm still not over this line
We have GOT to figure out an Austen adaptation aesthetic that honors the beauty of the English countryside and the trappings of the regency period without going straight for emotionally indulgent Pinterest-coded anachronistic tumblr-fied muted colors hair down nonsense!
Rewatching Murdoch mysteries for the first time in probably close to a decade (I need something on in the background while I work on a project) and. I forgot about the episode where the B plot is a competitive game of curling with the men of the ensemble cast and the A plot is the women of the ensemble cast living through the film Friday the 13th.
I come from a time a thousand years ago, when gods walked among mortals. And the world was ruled by magic. Like you, I protected my home as First Knight, a member of the Brass Ring, a group similar to yours. And also like you, I assumed the best of them. I was blind as my friends condemned our civilization with their curiosity. Their hubris.
You mean the Calamity?
The gods set to war upon Exandria, and in the chaos, I found myself face to face ith the Lord of Torment himself. But instead of destroying me, he gave me a choice. Die with the rest or join him, and spare my family. I thought if I had enough time, I could reach him, save him, tame his turbulant heart. For my folly, I watched my husband and son fade with the rigors of time, losing even the memory of me. As if I never existed at all.
season 3, episode 4 of THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA
Interior view of decorated ceiling in the Uffizi Galleries, Florence, Italy.
masquerade the orchestral score
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notes: tracked audio of full album in both MP3 and WAV format. ripped from the vinyl. enjoy<3
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it’s so magical and beautiful that there are sprawling interconnected cave systems carved deep into the earth by various geological forces and you don’t have to go in them. there are miles and miles of stone passageways in total darkness that require you to exhale all the air out of your lungs to squeeze through parts of them and you don’t have to be there. some of these squeezes are underwater and require cave divers to take off their oxygen tanks and push them through ahead of them and me i am above ground looking at the sky as we speak. there are untold subterranean wonders no human has ever seen and i will not be the one to discover them #grateful #blessed
so true there could be any number of undiscovered species down there all of which are none of my business and never will be. peace and love on (the surface of) planet earth 💕
Walk, Ismene, walk home. You are left as no one is left. Still, you are not your sister or your brother or your father. No dark for you, dear Ismene, no dirt or cave or blindness. Please, look up, walk home, see stars, see walls, see bedroom where your sister slept. Hold, Ismene, hold fast. Awake tomorrow to the market or the ocean or their graves atop the hill - walk, Ismene, walk home. We are all counting on you to survive.
phone in bed can range from comforting to mundane but phone in parked car will have you feeling like you've never done anything right in your entire life
Happy Operation Mincemeat day to all who celebrate!
If it's down, it's down together. If it's up, it's up as one
Where that New England Gothic post
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leaf bracket (finals)
weed (52 year streak war on drugs winner)
basil (from pesto)
congratulations basil for winning the war on drugs.
my lord. the two statues you commissioned are finally complete. yeah, the double-order with the vast and trunkless legs of stone and the shattered visage. i like to think we captured the sneer of cold command pretty well. it's a really thought-provoking piece my lord. very deconstructionist. i'm sure that even a traveller a thousand years from now could take one look at it and instantly recognise it must have come from an artistically enlightened culture