I am the boiled one 🔥🔥

seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from China

seen from United States
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seen from China

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
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seen from El Salvador

seen from Algeria
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seen from China
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seen from United States
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I am the boiled one 🔥🔥
Barty ‘had a bad breakup and now I’m off the rails to cope’ crouch junior
And
Evan ‘yeah that’s what I like about him’ rosier
'THE GREAT GOD APOLLO IS DEAD'
the great god apollo is dead, florid
blood like smattered roses on the grecian
asphalt, where once delos was flocked
full-circle by kingly swans, now, the nymphs
weep for their great King, his golden breast pearlescent
as ichor and odor of marigold ambrosia bleeds
like the crust of a spanakopita onto the laurels and pine.
oh apollo! great god of mystery. you who conquered
the python and cursed cassandra with a dream of dew,
traipsing across coveted flocks with lyre, stealing maidenheads,
robbing sheep, great artificer of device, great machine of poetry.
who nibbled homer's ears (for blindness makes the better of us)
and tickled catallus' ass with a sun-bright bow - rammed straight
up to his head, aright! what would sappho be without your sister’s
sweet kiss on the isle of lesbos in the grace of doe-eyed artemis? for,
those fairy maids danced twine for you in Asterion's labyrinth.
midas' touch is pale compared to the flax of your dead hair, apollon!
vain god apollo, beneficent wondermaker, he of cymbal and philosophy.
when calliope braids your drying hair, mourning as the many men and women
you had bull-jump in Knossos over your blooming corpse (was hyacinthus' disc-death
any worse than you, forgotten Apollyon of the Pit?) cast out of temples long ago,
fain wanderer of fair fortune, the ephebe visitor of Germania who could not die -
timbrels echo in Hyperborea as the bears of cold climes (where dahlias grow)
clamor at the rain that falls on your bronze pelvis.
There goes the grass.
There, go the ashes.
Honestly I was just yesterday thinking about how it was sad we hadn't seen Simon the Devious in a while and wondering if he'd ever come back to try and take the hat again.
Not only was Sausage killed, he was killed with fire and fall damage. Icarus' wings got a bit singed, didn't they?
Wait he died from fall damage? Oh my god
you & your lover, holding each other by the throat.
not choking, just holding.
thumb stroking the hollow of their neck.
eyes boring deep into eyes, as you treasure what's yours.
Elon Musk just bought Twitter and I’m going to attempt to harass the power of prophecy for good. It will take a great triforce, the power of the furries, the kpop stans, and another unknown group must rise up and combine their feral energy and with them I believe, we can do to Twitter what we did to tumblr.
posting this here too bc im losing my mind. nothing this funny will ever happen to us again @lumieberries