#im back lads

[the-crab-demigod]

hello there wonderful people of tumblr today i will play a little game called "acting like i wasn't gone for literal months"

[incorrect-rangers-quotes]

pauline, on the phone with alyss: i'm never letting you near any baron with halt again. what was it this time?

pauline:

pauline: sexist, you say?

pauline:

pauline: into his own moat, you say?

pauline:

pauline: okay yeah sure, i'll tell arald it was the wind. see you soon dear, well done.

[deadpoetwilde]

oh so you "love yourself" but you wouldn't transfer your soul onto a painting painted by your lover that will consume and display all your sins so that you yourself can stay youthful forever?

[sadclowncentral]

local guy is just a dude, sources say (they/them)

[sunagakubae]

*dusts off blog* hey so. how's everyone doing

[gods-creations]

//I’M FREE FROM EXAMS AND BACK TO POST SOME SHIT!!

Send in some asks lads!!

[misspelled-ramblings]

Soaring overhead, the falcon felt the wind ruffling the feathers of his tummy; tilting his wings slightly he let the updraft catch at them and carry him up higher. His eyes scanned the ground below, the undulating valleys which he soared over effortlessly, picking out details with pinpoint accuracy: a winding river, trapping the setting sun in its rippling surface; a campfire, illuminating a small cave tucked into the hillside; the distant sound of laughter and chattering voices.

[asweatytoothedmadman]

Hey so think about Todd putting pins and patches all over his backpack and jackets. Think about Todd getting a camera from a thrift store (his parents won’t buy him one for sure) with money he pulled together or perhaps the other poets got it for his birthday. Think about Todd taking pictures of all his friends and putting them all together in a book (Maybe he’s into scrapbooking) How about Todd Anderson deciding to learn an instrument because his poetry would go great with music, but he’s not much of a singer. He practices out in the cave whenever no one is around and he loves it.