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Vae Victis!
I am loyal to that throne. No matter who sits on it.
Alfred, Hunter of Vilebloods
pink beans 😍😍
angerey
lgbtq meme: [5/5] relationships: nomi x amanita
“Nomi Marks, will you marry me?” “Oh my God. Oh my god, I don’t believe this. Amanita Caplan, will you marry me?” “Absolutely! You?” “Everyday of my life.”
Beware of Crimson Peak…
Reading: hey it doesn’t matter if the author knows every little detail, they can have some artistic liberties and make things up
Writing: if I don’t find the exact shelf life of the average can of ravioli RIGHT NOW I will DIE
btw the average shelf life of most unopened ravioli cans is 18-24 months
“Ahem.. Unless you two want to stay like that for the next twelve hours, we better go.” (I just can’t with this guy basically being the proud cockblocker of the entire clan. He can have all my love and affection, though, regardless if he wants it or not. Disapproving traditionalist grandpa - no hugs until you wed her first, Goliath.)
It had almost escaped my notice that it is now May, the month that dooms to a heartbroken death 99% of characters from folk ballads. So, if you suspect you may be a character from a folk ballad, for your own safety:
don’t fall in love, don’t go by the river, don’t go to the sea, don’t talk to sailors, don’t gamble, don’t ramble, don’t go North, don’t go North-West, don’t stand in the wind, don’t dance with anyone named Sally, Sue, Mary, Ann, or Barbara, don’t go to the pub (but if you do go to the pub at least don’t drink, and if you do drink at least pay for your own drink, and if you are absolutely broke and have to let someone else pay for your drink then at the very least do try not to forget to toast everyone you know whom you think might be there very loudly and possibly multiple times), don’t lend money, don’t borrow money, don’t wish you had more money, don’t make plans to make more money, don’t start working for a new employer, absolutely do believe anyone who says they will try to kill you, curse you, or maim you, absolutely do believe anyone who says you might die, turn down every invitation to go a-hunting, horse-riding, or a-courting, be wary of flute players you meet on your path, don’t dance with satanic men in black coats, don’t marry off your daughters to the first man who’ll have them, and don’t promise your true love any herbs you can’t readily plant and gather in your own garden.
There. That should just about cover you for 31 days. Heed the warnings and you may have a chance to last the month. Good luck.
This would be a great premise for a video game - you come from a long line of folk ballad characters, and it is April 30th; your goal is to survive as much of the next four and a half weeks as possible, while increasingly dangerous tropes hunt for you.
I’m watching a documentary on Netflix about animals getting prosthetics and this vet just hand sculpted a prosthetic beak for an injured swan and the very first thing it did was use its new beak to bite someone
that is very on-brand for swans
“When you’re a vampire you become very…sexy.”
What We Do in the Shadows (2014) dir. Taika Waititi and Jemaine Clement
at some point you’ve got to STOP reading the entrails and go out and LIVE that which was portented by them, because you WILL run out of doves
by Shawn Dubin