I spent the day on tinder giving a guy book recommendations and talking him into watching the X-Files. How does one date?
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I spent the day on tinder giving a guy book recommendations and talking him into watching the X-Files. How does one date?
All Star translated into Aramaic translated back to English
Translated back is WAY better than the actual song.
This is biblical
Look at how well you age when you stay in your lane
Something I think about a lot is how the dream the Warden had when they were trapped in the Fade could have been so much more personal.
Demons are masters of manipulation and temptation and I don’t think the Sloth demon would have just given the Warden a dream about Duncan and hoped that would work.
Cousland, waking to a beautiful morning in Highever, the troubles of the waking world nothing but a bad dream they can’t really recall. Their father and brother have returned from Ostagar, the darkspawn were easily dealt with. It’s a joyous day of festivity and celebration in Castle Cousland and everything is as it should be. But they can’t shake the feeling of grief in the pit of their stomach…
Mahariel hears the creaking of the aravels as they move through the forest. They’ve fallen asleep on their halla again, Tamlen complains about having to keep them from falling off and laughs about how they could even have fallen asleep like that. Mahariel starts to respond with their usual affectionate annoyance but stops when they look at Tamlen and can only think thank the creators he’s safe….but of course he’s safe why wouldn’t he be? They banter with their friend as their clan continues to trek through the forest but their instincts tell them that something isn’t right.
Amell and Surana have been to the fade before, they’re more guarded when it comes to demons. When the Sloth demon shows them a dream in which they’ve been freed from the circle it doesn’t take them long to realize that they’re being tricked. After all when they tried to visit their family after leaving the circle the demon kept having to keep them from doing so….Amell and Surana don’t even remember what their family looks like so the demon can’t know either.
(feel free to add the others! I’m not quite as familiar with those origins!)
Tabris takes the plates from their father and begins to place them around the table. Soris and Shianni are bickering by the fireplace, red hair glowing in the low light, gesturing emphatically with their glasses. Tabris hears their mother scold the cousins teasingly as she finishes dinner–the sound of Adaia’s familiar voice pulls something loose in their chest. As they are all sitting down to eat, Tabris looks up to see the love of their life burst through the door, late (of course), but all is forgiven because they’ve brought cheese and more wine. Shianni winks, says they’re a keeper, taking the bottle. They laugh and talk easily–dinner is perfect, business is good, Valendrian is an even better Bann of Denerim’s Alienage than the last, and hasn’t the weather been just lovely? Finally, Cyrion throws his only child a mischievous look and gestures to their better half. So, how did you two meet? Tabris falters for a moment, feels a shudder. How did we…?
imagine the drama if characters from classical literature engaged in tumblr antics
CALLOUT POST for Fitzwilliam Darcy
did not consider me handsome enough to dance with
has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister
reduced George Wickham to his present state of comparative poverty (I don’t have receipts on this but trust me)
is full of arrogance, conceit, and selfish disdain of the feelings of others; is ungentlemanlike in general
EDIT: I HAVE RESCINDED ALL CALLOUTS OF MR. DARCY He is now my husband (long story)
op literally used her arts and allurements to in a moment of infatuation make my nephew forget what he owes to himself and to all his family but go off i guess
art activity: design a character based entirely around making them as much your friend’s type as possible, then gift it to them. half gesture of friendship, half call out.
This is an EXCELLENT way to unfunk your art block and also do something nice-but-terrible for/to your friends.
My brother, who knows me better than anyone else in this world, did this to me and I have never been so called out in my LIFE.
Mexican artist Gabriel Dawe creates a rainbow sculpture woven from over sixty miles of colored thread.
(Artist)
this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day
No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!
Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.
OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.
Few romantic heroes could do better.
I don’t post cats often but that illustration.
that ILLUSTRATION
Nice pair of hooters ya got there. *owls preening*
Legit i would go eat there
those who dream only by night: the gothic short stories rec list
have you ever felt like you want to read more fiction in the gothic tradition, but you haven’t the money or the time, or you’re the sort of person who only reads a novel if you’re sure you like the writer? i can help with that! here is a list of short stories, novellas, and one poem, all of which are important in the gothic tradition, the gothic revival, or contemporary gothic fiction, and they are all on the internet! for free! (i enjoy making rec lists, but i particularly enjoy making rec lists where i know that everyone who reads the list can get all of it for free.) so, take a night, make some hot chocolate, and frighten the life out of yourself. you’ll thank me!
manfred by lord byron (1817)
the tell tale heart by edgar allan poe (1843)
carmilla by sheridan le fanu (1872)
lord arthur savile’s crime by oscar wilde (1887)
the yellow wallpaper by charlotte perkins gilman (1892)
lot no. 249 by arthur conan doyle (1892)
the great god pan by arthur machen (1894)
the turn of the screw by henry james (1898)
the monkey’s paw by w.w. jacobs (1902)
sredni vashtar by saki (1911)
casting the runes by m.r. james (1911)
the damned by algernon blackwood (1914)
the tomb by h.p. lovecraft (1922)
the garden party by katherine mansfield (1922)
a rose for emily by william faulkner (1930)
the lottery by shirley jackson (1948)
lamb to the slaughter by roald dahl (1953)
a good man is hard to find by flannery o'connor (1955)
the company of wolves by angela carter (1979)
i, cthulhu by neil gaiman (1986)
the highwaisted breeches and loosely-tucked white shirt, possibly with sword belt attached, is THe hottest look available to any single human (or other), and i would be the lustiest harlot in regency England had i existed when it was À La Mode
Love at first sight? Tired, boring.
Love at first assassination attempt? Spicy
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The amount of times I could have been that white girl in the horror movie could honestly be a movie in itself and it’s honestly a waste that my entire life isn’t constantly recorded on film because it would be HILARIOUS
1. That one time I decided to see what was past the old gate in the woods, but when got there it had been smashed in half and there was a decapitated sheep head with no skin just off the trail, so instead I just turned around and went home.
2. That time some friends and I went camping and we found a pile of bones wrapped in a garbage bag buried under a log, but the adult supervisor told us it was nothing, so we just put it back and didn’t talk about it again.
3. The time I was getting chased through the woods at night and I realized “wait it’s dark as fuck” so I just held still until the guy gave up and left.
4. The time this dude said he was in love with me and so he was going to cut my head off and dump my body in a lake, so I told him to grow the hell up, but then he got caught stealing girl’s underwear a day later and I never saw him again
5. That one time in college where I was taking a shortcut on my home at night and a car followed me into a dark alley, so I stared directly into the driver’s side of the window and walked towards it to psych them out
6. The night I was out on a walk and this old guy told me he’d locked his keys in his truck and that he needed someone my size to crawl in through the back window for him, so I told him “you know that sounds super suspicious right” and told him where to find a pay phone for a tow truck instead
7. The one time this random guy on the street said he was in love with me and so he was going to follow me home on my bus, so I clapped him on the shoulder and told him that if he got that close to my bus then I was going to throw him under the wheels, but then this really nice homeless man from Nigeria told the guy to fuck off and then checked to make sure he didn’t follow me onboard
8. That big cat with yellow eyes who I found in a well and brought home who used to put rotting meat in my closet and wake me up by chewing on my face, until I put him back outside and never saw him again.
9. My one cousin who used to come over for the summer who kept calling me ‘piñata’ and hitting me with sticks, until he went back home and was sent to juvie cause he finally got caught torturing animals
10. The time I got lost on the way to a meeting and wound up at a circus tent instead, and got followed by a full-out clown for three vacant street blocks
11. The pet hamster I had when I was seven who would scream all night and eventually escaped by ripping a bar out of its cage and wiggling through the hole. My mom caught it and put it back but it lived another year and a half until one night the screaming just stopped
12. The time I was whistling in the woods and something started whistling back, so I went home
13. That one night at summer camp where a group of girls got together to play ‘bloody mary’ in the lavatory and invited me to come with them so I said “no thanks” and stayed with the camp councillors and drank soup instead.
14. The old abandoned house I just moved into with the door that leads into a big empty room full of dirt and empty cooking pots that I just sort of… locked up forever and never go near
15. Once when I was at an ihop I saw a coffee mug do a full 360º spin with nobody touching it, so I said ‘that was neat’ and never ate there again
16. The time I took a photo of a big old raven sitting on the crucifix on top of the old town church cause it was the most goth thing I’d ever seen, right? But then it swooped down towards me, so I apologized immediately for being rude, and I felt a little silly for a while but the car that hit me on the way home didn’t even leave a bruise so idk be nice to birds
Sorry I know I bring this shit up a lot but sometimes im awake at night and I just. keep thinking
I think the secret to survival is to be good to animals, stay away from men, and say “no thanks” to everything else
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I am so excited for Halloween.