How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies
wallacepolsom
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Keni
noise dept.

JBB: An Artblog!

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it
it should be against the law for streaming services to use shows they canceled to advertise. stop parading her dead body around you bitch you literally killed her
Looking for Lockwood and Co fic recs for that one line by the skull: “maybe you could lose that bit of weight on your hips Lockwood is always going on about”
If anyone has actually written a fic inspired by this I will read the hell out of it
ah yes, howl pendragon, 27 years old, and his mother, mrs. pendragon, 90 years old, who had him when she was 63,
'the greatest reveal in the history of media was-' no. the greatest reveal in the history of media was in the novel Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (1986), wherein after having spent the entire book up to this point in the fantasy land of Ingary, where fairy tales come true, it is revealed that the real reason that Howl is so odd, so strange, so different from everyone else is that he is not, in fact, like everyone else. and this is not because he is a wizard, or a layabout, or heartless--it is because he is Welsh. as in, he is from modern day Wales. as in, he and his pals from Magic World go for a quick trip to visit his family in Wales, circa 1984-6. and suddenly everything about Howl Pendragon aka Howell Jenkins suddenly makes a lot more sense
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Rin from The Poppy War by RF Kuang
Sherlock´s Emotions (request by @a-victorian-girl 💗)
What gets me about antis insisting that Sherlock's "I love you" to Molly is platonic is that everyone in this situation is thinking of romance. The whole thing starts with the coffin and more importantly the lid, the lid that says "I love you" on it. "So you loves you? I'm assuming it's not a long list," says Mycroft. Which would be a strange thing to say about any other type of love. Mycroft himself clearly loves his brother, even if he never says so, but he also obviously is discounting familial love. The same goes for platonic as he knows Sherlock has friends who love him. Heck, Sherlock's best friend John is the room with them and Mycroft dismisses him.
And who does John immediately think of? Irene Adler. Someone who had romantic interest in Sherlock. But Sherlock knows the coffin isn't meant for Irene. As soon as he sees the lid, he knows exactly who it is meant for. You can see it in his face as he turns away from the lid and back at the coffin.
Molly Hooper. And we, the audience know full well that Molly's feelings for Sherlock are not platonic. Sherlock knows it too. I'm sure Mycroft and John know it too. I doubt there is anyone who doesn't know both Sherlock and Molly who doesn't know. It's so obvious.
If Molly thought that Sherlock wanted her to say a platonic "I love you", why would she resist saying it? It may not be true, but it would be so much easier than admitting the truth. And admitting the truth is why Molly is having such a hard time saying it.
And if Sherlock was only saying it platonically why is he having such a hard time saying it? How hard would it be to admit you love a friend in order to save their life? Most people wouldn't hesitate. Yes, I know Sherlock isn't most people, but for someone who usually doesn't hesitate to manipulate people to get what he wants (like fake proposing for example), you'd think he wouldn't hesitate to say it if it meant saving Molly. Heck, he didn't hesitate to fake his death to save John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson. Saying three little words would be so much easier, right?
Unless those three little words mean so much more than he knows how to admit, if those mean more than just platonic feelings. And why if he meant platonically, did he repeat himself? Once would have been enough right?
And if it had been platonic, why does he react so violently, breaking the coffin when Eurus tells him Molly had never been in any real danger? He should have been relieved to hear that his friend was safe. But no. Instead he's hurting and compares vivisection. Why is he so emotional over admitting he loves a friend? Because that's not what happened. Eurus didn't force him to admit he cares about a friend. That's something Sherlock has already admitted. No, this is about something more. He forced Sherlock to admit he loves and can love romantically. Forced him to confront those feelings. And forced Molly to admit it too. Forced them both to admit to something neither was ready to admit too.
Be the villain you were born to be. Stop waiting for someone to come along and corrupt you. Succumb to the darkness yourself.
Emily Blunt, Frank Ocean, Ava DuVernay, Taika Waititi, Rita Ora, Gigi Hadid and Hunter Schafer @ Met Gala
I wanna hear a conversation between Emily Blunt and Frank Ocean
I can't help but imagine that this lil green baby is the original voice of "poolside convo abt ur summer last night"
Princess Monoke X the Poppy War AU… no thoughts, head empty
these two are inseparable
people with mixed music taste have the right personality for anything.
u know what? this pandemic is painfully exhausting. just wake me up ...
when frank dropped a new album
In the mood to huddle under thick blankets on a cold rainy day reading my comfort novel and drinking my favorite tea.