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That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via thelovejournals)
❛ Do you remember when we first met? ❜
Hamlet laughed over the edge of his wineglass. “Of course I do.” How could he forget? He’d walked into a single room he had assumed was his, only to find out that he had a roommate that administration had neglected to notify him of. Best mistake of his life, and it wasn’t even his.
the lord of the rings sentence meme
❛ You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to. ❜ ❛ I didn’t think it would end this way. ❜ ❛ I need a change, or something. ❜ ❛ The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. ❜ ❛ I’ll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind! ❜ ❛ We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast? ❜ ❛ Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. ❜ ❛ Do you remember when we first met? ❜ ❛ It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart. ❜ ❛ If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. ❜ ❛ Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. ❜ ❛ Go now, and die in what way seems best to you. ❜ ❛ I do not fear either pain or death. ❜ ❛ I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the Ages of this world alone. ❜ ❛ Your time will come. You will face the same Evil, and you will defeat it. ❜ ❛ All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. ❜ ❛ It is not the strength of the body, but the strength of the spirit. ❜ ❛ It is useless to meet revenge with revenge. ❜ ❛ A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it. ❜
Send “💤” for my muse to fall asleep while resting against yours.
Bonus: Send “ 💤 reverse” for my muse’s reaction to yours falling asleep while resting against them.
Originally posted by prestoncarbonaro
Reblog if you’re multiple ship, but also allow Polyamorous ships..
For the meme: YOU DONT DESERVE HORATIO
[He would probably cry and also agree loudly while looking for Horatio in the crowd t b h]
Hamlet nodded, placing the piglet gently in Horatio’s lap. “Isn’t he adorable? When I drop dead, he’ll rule Denmark and nobody will know the difference,” he said, dropping his head onto Horatio’s shoulder. “A cute insurance policy.”
“ Very. “ Horatio gave the piglet some soft pets– content when the soft warm animal settled in his lap. As much as he’d rather not lose him, he had heard Hamlet’s talk of his death enough to stop questioning his intent. “ You say that as if you have a plan. “
“Always good to plan ahead,” Hamlet wrapped one arm around Horatio’s shoulders, gently scratching behind the piglet’s ear with his free hand. “He likes you,” he smiled, watching as Hamlet III relaxed in Horatio’s lap. “That makes two of us.”
If you lost my muse in a crowd, what “offensive” thing could you yell that'd be GUARANTEED to track them down?
@callidusxfatuus
“Guildenstern!” Hamlet turned to face his friend, smiling ear-to-ear and holding a pink, wriggling mass in one arm. “Say hello to my little friend,” he said, bending down to release a tiny pig onto the floor. “I named him after myself.”
With an equally broad grin, Guildenstern stepped forward with an arm outstretched–then let it fall as his gaze turned in confusion to the small pig that was let down to the ground. He paused then with a quizzical stare, first to the pig, then to Hamlet. “Your Highness, a…pig?” “Though I have to admit, the pun is admirable…”
“A teacup pig,” Hamlet corrected. “Isn’t he adorable? You can pet him if you want,” he added. “He likes being scratched behind the ears.”
With a half-hearted smile, Guil nodded and crouched to more closely inspect said teacup pig. “Ah, yes…so…adorable?” He slightly nodded and patted it’s head.
“I just…why?”
"Why not?" Hamlet returned, sitting down on the floor and stroking along the pig's back.
Hamlet shifted sitting down and bringing the small, squirming piglet in his hands to his lap. “His name is Hamlet III,” he said, petting it gently. “I bought him last night.”
There were many a thing he would have said, though the sight before him allowed no words to come out. A piglet. “ .. You bought yourself a pig. “ He said it like he couldn’t believe it, though this was an improvement from the various other ideas his Highness could have set in motion. Nevertheless he sat down with him, studying the pink exterior of the little animal. “ And named it after yourself ? “
Hamlet nodded, placing the piglet gently in Horatio's lap. "Isn't he adorable? When I drop dead, he'll rule Denmark and nobody will know the difference," he said, dropping his head onto Horatio's shoulder. "A cute insurance policy."
“Before you say anything else,” Hamlet smiled, shutting the door behind himself with a foot, hands clasped behind his back. “I’m just going to do this…” He leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Horatio’s nose.
Unexpected. Horatio blinked,raising his brows and giving the prince a long look. “ Most kind of you. “ He smiled, replacing the look of confusion imprinted on his face. It seemed he could always count on him whenever – even when in need of the smaller gestures.
Hamlet shifted sitting down and bringing the small, squirming piglet in his hands to his lap. "His name is Hamlet III," he said, petting it gently. "I bought him last night."
The Lion King: Sentence Starters
❛ Life’s not fair, is it? ❜ ❛ And you.. shall never see the light of another day. ❜ ❛ Oh, I shall practice my curtsy. ❜ ❛ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ❜ ❛ Don’t turn your back on me. ❜ ❛ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ❜ ❛ There’s one in every family. Two in mine, actually. ❜ ❛ He’d make a very handsome throw rug. ❜ ❛ And just think, whenever he gets dirty you can take him out and beat him. ❜ ❛ Let an old pro show you how it’s done. ❜ ❛ This is so humiliating. ❜ ❛ I despise guessing games. ❜ ❛ Oh, goodie. ❜ ❛ Yes, well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. Bad back, you know. ❜ ❛ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later, you being so clever and all. ❜ ❛ I’m kind'of in the middle of a bath. ❜ ❛ One day, you two are going to be married. ❜ ❛ With an attitude like that, I’m afraid you’re shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king/queen indeed. ❜ ❛ Right now, we are all in very real danger. ❜ ❛ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. ❜ ❛ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ❜ ❛ Hey, did we order this dinner to go? .. ‘Cause there it goes. ❜ ❛ Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ❜ ❛ I thought you were very brave. ❜ ❛ You could have been killed. ❜ ❛ I’m only brave when I have to be. ❜ ❛ I thought I might lose you. ❜ ❛ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ❜ ❛ Oh, it’s just you. I was afraid it was somebody important. ❜ ❛ I just hear that name and I shudder. ❜ ❛ I’m surrounded by idiots. ❜ ❛ Who needs a king/queen? ❜ ❛ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ❜ ❛ You are such a naughty boy. ❜ ❛ Long live the king/queen. ❜ ❛ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ❜ ❛ Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself. ❜ ❛ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ❜ ❛ If you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ❜ ❛ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ❜ ❛ Oh, do lighten up. ❜ ❛ Why am I not loved? ❜ ❛ Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect. ❜ ❛ Then you have sentenced us to death. ❜ ❛ Let me get this straight. You know her, she knows you, but she wants to eat him, and everybody’s okay with this? ❜ ❛ I really missed you. ❜ ❛ You know, you’re starting to sound like my father/mother. ❜ ❛ You think you can just show up and tell me how to live my life? ❜ ❛ Would you stop following me? Who are you? ❜ ❛ I’m not the one who’s confused. You don’t even know who you are! ❜ ❛ The past can hurt, but from the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it. ❜ ❛ Remember who you are. ❜ ❛ Carnivores, ugh! ❜ ❛ This is my kingdom. If I don’t fight for it, who will? ❜ ❛ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ❜ ❛ If it weren’t for you he/she would still be alive. It’s your fault he/she’s dead. ❜ ❛ You don’t deserve to live! ❜
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Hamlet shoved his papers together and stuffed them into his notebook, hands shaking slightly. The exam was in twelve hours, and this was his own fault, he should’ve worked harder earlier--
He stood, book tucked under his arm, and left his room behind in a few strides and a nearly-slammed door, making his quick way across the hall to Horatio’s room. When nobody answered his knock, he tested the door and, finding it unlocked, slipped inside. “Horatio, I--”
Hamlet found the other hunched over, shoulders shaking, and his heart sank. He dropped his notes onto a chair and wrapped Horatio in a tight hug before pulling back and gently wiping under his eyes with his thumbs, hands framing his face. “What happened?”
@callidusxfatuus
“Guildenstern!” Hamlet turned to face his friend, smiling ear-to-ear and holding a pink, wriggling mass in one arm. “Say hello to my little friend,” he said, bending down to release a tiny pig onto the floor. “I named him after myself.”
With an equally broad grin, Guildenstern stepped forward with an arm outstretched–then let it fall as his gaze turned in confusion to the small pig that was let down to the ground. He paused then with a quizzical stare, first to the pig, then to Hamlet. “Your Highness, a…pig?” “Though I have to admit, the pun is admirable…”
"A teacup pig," Hamlet corrected. "Isn't he adorable? You can pet him if you want," he added. "He likes being scratched behind the ears."
@callidusxfatuus
“Guildenstern!” Hamlet turned to face his friend, smiling ear-to-ear and holding a pink, wriggling mass in one arm. “Say hello to my little friend,” he said, bending down to release a tiny pig onto the floor. “I named him after myself.”
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