Yo

I'll decide what to do with this eventually. Formerly silverdragonqueen/lethallan-enasalin.

[belovedgamers]

The BEST trope is when a character tells another “let’s run away together, we can leave all of this behind and start a new life somewhere” and gets rejected. And then the rest of the tragedy unfolds

[princerevenant]

"Soon, I won't be more than a mound of flesh. Curse-laden. Untouchable."

[sniperct]

tumblr waiting for news on mitch mcconnell (image source)

[aba-daba-dooo]

Happy 20th birthday Psych!

[blckgirlacid]

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

[jetix]

Bleeding Fairy Helmets on Mount Cordeaux, 2024

[floralprintsharks]

[ID: two photographs of clusters of pink mushrooms growing on and around mossy tree roots. End ID]

[toskarin]

oh my god it hurts

[toskarin]

and it's going to hurt forever

[toskarin]

every now and then I see people passing screencaps of these posts around, and in the months after I made this post there were people checking in on me assuming I was going through grief or depression or something

to set the record straight, the context is that I had covid and was bleeding from my throat and lungs, but for some ungodly reason, I was feverishly driven to drink lemonade and kept screaming and writhing because I was pouring fizzy lemon juice on open throat wounds

[every-lemon]

so my spouse is part of a weirdly intense but mostly benign men’s workout group that meets at like, 5:30am outside every day, even in winter. they do a lot of burpees and lugging cinder blocks up hills and stuff.

they take turns leading the workouts and tomorrow is his turn. I asked what he was planning. he handed me a sheet of William Carlos William poems from a large stack he’d printed.

I said “what” and he explained, helpfully, “it’s a William Carlos William themed workout.” I asked what inspired it and he said “I’ve been planning this for months.”

[every-lemon]

it was a smash hit.

a dozen guys showed up (more than usual). spouse brought a red wheelbarrow and they took turns bringing cinder blocks up the hill with it. then they broke up in teams and did a relay with an "icebox" (cooler filled with 40lbs of ice). at the end he opened the cooler to reveal it was full of beach plum lacroix and all the guys cheered. they drank sparkling water as he read 'approach of winter' out loud.

he was home by 6:30am.

[elgreytea]

What are you reading rn, why are you reading it, and what format are you reading it in (physical book, ereader, on your phone etc)

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

immortality as theft (you have to steal life from something else) immortality as parasitism (there is something else inside You that is keeping you alive and you become less of yourself more and more the longer it stays in you) immortality as violence (everything is trying to kill you because everything is supposed to die and the universe will always try to find a way to right the wrong that is You) you understand

[ninewheels]

#at least once a month I think about that one post about laminating a paper towel#and how that makes it immortal but also forever prevents it from fulfilling its true purpose#yes you will live. but at the cost of everything that makes you You

(courtesy of noknowshame)

[gigik33]

ik that lune must've regretted not making a move on sciel after the crooked tower

[gigik33]

the sister of all sisters

[peachymermaids]

Two different approaches to babysitting

+ close-ups

choose your fighter

[peachymermaids]

"I just wanted to live this lifetime together."

hiii, anyone else feeling absolutely emotionally destroyed by the hit game Clair Obscur: Expedition 33.

[hard--byte]

the hottest thing a guy can be is barely conscious on the floor while someone lifts his head up by the hair so that you can see his glazed out eyes and the blood running down his face

[corrya]

I think about this like once a day

[teashoesandhair]

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs