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phantom of the circus

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Tam | 20 | White | Queer | They/Them | If you try to discourse with me I'm going to ignore you I'm not interested | Main for the rp sideblogs @intodreams @equiplocket @cleaverbilt and @phantomdriftcr | Icon by @hexhells | Will not forgive Sega for NiGHTS Dream Wheel

ianthe is ironically much more sympathetic than john because she is constantly performing and flaunting how unsympathetic she is. she is performatively cruel and openly petty and puts on a big show of being bored and dismissive of morality and kindness. whereas john is just as cruel and vindicitive of a guy but he is constantly backpedaling and sanitizing and making excuses at every angle until it suits him to stop. ianthe will tell people to their face that her love is selfish and transactional but john wants you to think he’s doing you a favour by killing you

A Comedy in Six Unnatural Acts (1975) dir. Jan Oxenberg

[ID: Eight black and white gifs.  The first six show a butch getting ready for a date.  They put on a tie, open a tin of hair gel, style their hair, put on a suit jacket, and show up outside their date’s door holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling nervously but with genuine joy.  The second-to-last gif shows their date- another butch with their own bouquet of flowers- smiling and winking back at them.  In the last gif, the two butches trade bouquets.]

another quintessential Locked Tomb experience:

"does it count as a spoiler if I finished the book and I still have no idea what the fuck it means?"

Whenever I see an ad with people living in a house I automatically excuse myself from the experience. These people have house money. You expect me to afford the same product as people with house money? Laughable. Return at once, and tell the algorithm that sent you to try better.

Ads really should be treated like emisarries from rival lords.

I see here you've come to tell of an electronic service which, for a monthly fee, will read aloud to me literature from across the globe. And you say it shall provide me the fist tome free as a token of goodwill. A generous offer, or so it would appear, save for the fact that such a service is readily available to me publicly online and at my local library. Ah, you were hoping perhaps I was not aware of such resources? Begone, you slinking devil! Such trickery will not be tolerated in the house of James.

I was inspired, @mollyjames.

sometimes i forget that percy’s base reaction every time he sees a god is to fight them. just right off the bat he’s like “oh you think you’re something special?” and then he wins.

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estrangedlestrange

12 year old percy  🤝 16 year old percy

seeing the god of war and wanting to fight 

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halfbloodcarrie

he saw Mars and said “you look familiar, post up”

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he literally said “i know a bitch when i see one”

Best part about this moment is that he had his memories robbed so he doesn’t know who he is where he is or what he’s doing but he knows a bitch when he sees one

hate that i can't hang out in silence w online friends. sometimes when i'm not replying it's not in a "this conversation is over" way or in a "i'm too busy to reply" way. but in a "on all levels except physical my head is on your lap while we both silently scroll on our phones" way

i want parallel play to exist on technology so badly you have no idea

“My mother boils seawater. It sits all afternoon simmering on the stovetop, almost two gallons in a big soup pot. The windows steam up and the house smells like a storm. In the evening, a crust of salt is all that’s left at the bottom of the pot. My mother scrapes it out with a spoon. We each lick a fingertip and dip them in the salt and it’s softer than you’d think, less like sand and more like snow. We lay our fingertips on our tongues, right in the middle. It tastes like salt but like something else, too—wide, and dark. It tastes like drowning, or like falling asleep on the shore and only waking up when the tide has come up to your feet and you wonder if you’d gone on sleeping, would you have sunk?”