you know i did get significantly hotter when i got fat. like in my own eyes and as an objective fact but also i had sex with like 8 more people.

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you know i did get significantly hotter when i got fat. like in my own eyes and as an objective fact but also i had sex with like 8 more people.
izzy: is it hot in here, or is it just me?
clary: it’s you.
izzy:
clary:
izzy: what?
clary: you heard me.
Hannibal lector is a doctor. Orgasms can help relive period cramps. Hannibal lector eats people .... are you picking up what Im putting down?
Oh I am, anon, I am and I couldn't agree more.
It's not for everyone, understandably, but I mean, if you're into it then maybe Hannibal would be, too?
(Prepping Alec for Max's rune ceremony)
Magnus : How do we call Clary when there's people around?
Alec : Biii...
Magnus : Yeah you're almost there!
Alec : ....tch?
Magnus : Try again. Or you'll have to practice apologizing again.
Alec : Ohh alright! Biscuit.
Jace raised his head and smiled. There was something fierce about the gesture, something that remind Clary of documentaries she'd watched about lions on the Discovery Channel, the way the big cats would raise their heads and sniff the air for prey.
City of bones
Waiter - So what would you like to order?
Simon - A milkshake with two straws
Isabelle - Aww That's so-
Simon, putting both straws in his mouth - watch how fucking fast I can drink this!
Why Lightwood brothers are Awesome?
The letter to Consul says it all 🤩
To: Consul Wayland
From: Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood
Dear Sir,
We are most thankful that you have assigned us the task of monitoring Mrs. Branwell’s behavior. Women, as we know, need to be closely watched so they do not go astray. We are grieved to announce that we have shocking tidings to report.
A woman’s management of her household is her most important duty, and one of the most important womanly virtues is frugality. Mrs. Branwell, however, seems addicted to expenditure and cares for nothing save vulgar display. Though she may be dressed plainly when you pay a visit, we are saddened to report that in her leisure hours she bedecks herself with the finest silks and the most costly jewels imaginable.
You asked us to, and loath though we were to invade a lady’s privacy, we did so. We would report the exact details of her letter to her modiste, but we fear you would be overcome.
Suffice it to say, the money outlaid upon hats rivals the annual income of a large estate or a small country. We fail to see why one small woman needs so many hats.
She is unlikely to be concealing additional heads upon her person. We would be too gentlemanly to comment upon a lady’s attire, except for the deleterious effect it has on our duties.
She skimps on household necessities to the most horrifying degree. Every night we sit down to a dinner of gruel as she sits at table dripping with gems and gewgaws.
This is, you may conceive, hardly fighting fare for your valiant Shadowhunters. We are so weak that we were almost vanquished by a Behemoth demon last Tuesday, and of course those creatures are chiefly composed of a viscous substance. At our peak, and sustained with good victuals, either of us would be capable of crushing beneath our boot heels a dozen Behemoth demons at a time.
We very much hope that you will be able to render us assistance in this matter, and that Mrs. Branwell’s outlay upon hats—and other feminine articles of clothing that we hesitate in delicacy to name—will be checked.
Yours truly,
Gideon and Gabriel Lightwood
Art credit : @phantomrin
Source : Clockwork Prince
Mannnn I haven't blogged blogged since I was in high school (I graduated in 2004, I'm an ancient and "wise" millenial/geny). Was I on blogger or blogspot? Obviously the background was black with purple and red comic sans type because Edgytm, it was super punk-goth-"don'tcallmeemo". It started out as a place to share my poetry and essays but quickly turned into where I shared Quizilla quiz results, surveys and other things that probably would have fit better on deadjournal.
The last time I checked the comments on that blog after ignoring it for years was someone asking why a blog called satanicelephant contained nothing satanic or zoological whatsoever. My response was just that a satanic elephant was the most ridiculous but wonderful creature I could think of. I had long switched over to MySpace but really only checked it enough to remember my password. My internet activity fared better on Deviantart but I stopped posting "work" there after the copyright scandal of 2007 (maybe?). A college friend convinced me to join Facebook the same year and I fell into the TMI vortex. I was only saved from the FB abyss when my aunt showed up in my comments. But those aren't really blogs.
I once published the first chapter of a phanfiction before losing interest. I mean I had the outline finished but I liked to think that I had "something called a life" and wanted to watch Inuyasha on megavideo during my downtime instead of researching 1800s Paris details and flexing my perfectionism in Word.
I enjoy lurking on Reddit. Memes are still awesome. New Grounds is still pretty cool but I miss YTMND. Not that I ever bothered to make one. I look at FB and Instagram once a month.
Sure I have a WordPress but it's "work-related" (photography) but that's boring and requires reponsability and I keep forgetting my password. I fair better with my Vimeo account because it's not really a choice.
I've been aware of Tumblr for years but have only joined up now.
Ok, now let's be honest: my habit of starting something and not finishing isn't going to change, so really I'm just here to lurk with further ease on fandom blogs and mbti memes. I'm an INTP going through some stuff at the moment (breakup and Ti-Si loop/major avoidance and procrastination) and have an embarrassing crush on Frank Frink from TMITHC: the character, not the actor.
No really: Hellboy is one of my all-time favorite movies and I forgot he was even in that. To be fair it's hard to notice anyone other than the giant red dude with horns. Selma Blair is gorgeous and stole the rest of the show. Now Rupert Evans as Frank Frink? I'm obsessed. With the character, not the actor (that would be creepy). I did however discover the Hacy ship recently and I'm so on it, late though I am to the party. I'm late to everything.
I have a less embarrassing crush/profound appreciation of Eva Green from Penny Dreadful and The Dreamers. The actor, not the characters. She's a freakin' goddess.
I like Harry Potter (I'm a Ravenclaw, what a shocker... I made a character as a teen called the Ravenclaw Slacker and drew some comics with her. She has a crush on Sirius Black but pretends not to), Supernatural, Doctor Who, NightWatch/DayWatch/TwighlightWatch, Community, His Dark Materials, True Blood, Penny Dreadful, the Charmed reboot, Lucifer, TMITHC, Phatom of The Opera, Evil Dead, Big Bang Theory (I am Sheldon), HIMYM, Good Omens, South Park, Studio Ghibli, anything by Taika Watiti, David Lynch, Kubrick, Ed Wood, the Cohen Brothers, Monty Python, Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman, Watership Down, film noir, horror movies, comix and comics, and musicals. All of the musicals.
I do art and study cinema. Pop culture is a drug. I sometimes read tarot using Mother Peace cards.
Tldr: I miss the old user-run Quizilla ... I'm a hazel tree.