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forfawkssake

I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.

jonmoxleys

sometimes it just ends up being something like

onlyhereforthedrama

ITS BACK

dontleavemydreams-deactivated20

lord

uhmgilinsky

Y’ALL NEED JESUS

forfawkssake

Please stop reblogging this post

myterribletwenties

This post made my water break

myterribletwenties

In honor of my daughter’s first birthday next week, I’m sharing the post that made me laugh so hard that it broke my water.

forfawkssake

WHAT

cybrrbunny-deactivated20250304

one-time-i-dreamt

I received a call for a job interview. I couldn’t exactly remember what position I applied for because I had sent out so many résumés. The interview was short and I got the job. Me, a five foot three woman with tiny arms, was now a bodyguard for the Jonas Brothers.

catchymemes

Terrible maps

football-in-tuxedos

I’m waiting for a map that’s terrible, where are they?

dirtyhippiie

shiftythrifting

I don’t think I’m enlightened enough to doerstarbt this shirt.

chorusofravenousangels

WHAT PART OF shffsdi fffin ish shde chxni aiwe xsdh cix aside fffsdu asixu DON’T YOU DOERSTARBT

nocakeno

WHAT PART

shffsdi fffin ish shde chxni aiwe

xsdh cix aside fffsdu asixu

DON’T YOU

DOERSTARBT

miirabel

I’m so glad you’re safe. Extremely safe! Safe and alone!

ramxe

It took me until the last one to realize she is mute and it became 300x more adorable

hungwy

Gonna b honest. A lot of hot ppl go to art museums. I’m one of them

e-seal-deactivated20210319

im 2 ugly they won’t let me in

e-seal-deactivated20210319

that and my shirt that says “i eat oil paintings when security guards aren’t looking”

coolyo294

https://twitter.com/FUTOCHIMPO/status/913645732778852352

ramxe

THIS IS HILARIOUS I LOVE IT

ozzkrol

My tumblr feed right now.

welcometomybrainstation

when your otp has an honest talk only in dire situations, like when they’re running full tilt being carried by the wind shouting at the top of their lungs

(the movie made this flying thing so romantic, but the book version is basically ‘howl and sophie scream into the wind as it slams them back to the castle’)

candletrails

Romance the Ghibli way:

Romance the Diana Wynne Jones way:

snapdragonroar

#i saw a post that was like#‘the hmc movie is told from howl’s point of view#and the book is from sophie’s’#and it changed my life (via @gil-estel)

thisbibliomaniac

@identityconstellations @jayykesley

secretariatess

Howl’s Moving Castle was written by Diana Wynne Jones? I’m going to have to look for it now.

iloveeverybee-deactivated202009

IT WAS A BOOK???

niconico-nope

There’s three books in the universe they’re friccin good my dude

welcometomybrainstation

hey guys, op here, dwj’s books are sometimes really hard to find physically so im here to tell you that there’s a free audiobook of Howl’s Moving Castle and its sequels Castle in the Air and House of Many Ways on youtube by jenny sterling, who is a fantastic narrator.

HMC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzkRCHc03V0&t=14s

CitA: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Opz8ReKrsSk&t=5s

HoMW: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iErTffLmx20

enjoy! and welcome to the DWJ fandom :)

s-t-r-a-n-g-e-c-h-a-r-m

I reread the books once a year. I’m glad more people are discovering them and enjoying them.

zenvanillacoke

u: *saves the game* ur brain:

ramxe

Is that Arin Hanson?

cheekbonered

australian gothic

- we all refer to the prime minister by their first name. we know them well, and they know us. all of us.

- there’s a man on the street corner who never leaves. “just waiting for a mate,” he says. you realise he is on every corner, of every street.

- you are swooped by a magpie in the same place, at the same time, every single day. “it’s swooping season!” says your neighbour. it has always been swooping season.

- sometimes you hear a woman whispering late at night - or early in the morning. “rage” she hisses. “rage”.

- the prime minister never seems to last long and often disappears through no discernible democratic process. one of them eats a raw onion in an attempt to assimilate. he is gone by morning, replaced by another.

eatingcroutons

- Someone offers you a meat pie. It burns your tongue. You have never asked what kind of meat is in a meat pie.

- The Prime Minister walks into the ocean and is never seen again. They say he was a traitor, defecting to the enemy, whisked away by submarines. You build a swimming pool in his honour.

- The grass is dead, or the grass is Long. You do not go into the grass when it is Long.

- An old man judges you silently as you buy an avocado. You already knew you would never own a home.

- You offer your friend a drink. They refuse. They say they are Designated. You apologise immediately. You meant no offence, and you would never disrespect the Designated. You have newfound admiration for your friend.

- The ground is lava. Your feet burn and blister as you sprint between the safety of the shadows. Everyone knows you can’t wear shoes.

- There are spiders in your shoes. There are spiders in the shed. There are spiders under the toilet seat. The biggest ones, you allow to stay. They lurk in the highest corners of the ceiling, but you know how fast they can run.

- Someone offers you a jam doughnut. It burns your tongue.

- You check your calendar and your house number three times before you turn on the sprinklers. Your neighbour’s face appears at their window. You wonder if you should check again.

- It is time for the Maccas Run. Nobody knows what time it actually is, but you all sense it is right. The Designated stands up.

- Whoever she is, whenever, wherever, whatever she is, she will always be right.

fluffmugger

- It’s bin night. But which bin? The streets lie paralysed, homeowners lurking behind their gates, waiting for someone to make the first move. - The sun is broiling the land dry. Half the country is on fire. You look up at the sky and worry about your flood insurance.

ileolai

- There’s a new prime minister, but it’s the same prime minister. Now he’s gone. There’s a new prime minister. You change your smoke alarm battery.

- You don’t believe the stories about the creatures in the trees, but you take precautions. One day, you see an unwary traveller taking shelter from the blazing sun underneath a jacaranda. When you look back, he’s gone.

- The train is coming in five minutes. The train is coming in four minutes. The train is coming in five minutes. The train is coming in four minutes. The train is coming in five minutes. The train passes you without stopping. The train is coming in five minutes.

- No one knows where They came from, what They want, or why They never age or feel pain. Only the children know. ‘’Fruit salad,’’ they whisper. ‘’Fruit salad.’’

- A giraffe with blank eyes and a strange, fixed smile gives you health advice. You don’t question it.

- ‘’Where the bloody hell are you?’’ The woman asks. ‘’I don’t know,’’ you weep. ‘’I don’t know.’’ She asks again: ‘’Where the bloody hell are you?’’ She never stops asking.

one-time-i-dreamt

A girl I liked convinced me to stab a man, so I did. Felt guilty for a bit, then promptly forgot about it and walked around with the murder weapon for a couple of hours, going about my business, walking my dog. Eventually I was cornered by a plainclothes police officer who asked me why I had a bloody knife; I told him I was looking after it for my bogan cousin. He said, “You’re under arrest,” and I was like,, “No, I’m not, watch this,” and then I woke up.