it’s always the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, but never the Irritating Ordeal of Being Known
someone: [correctly infers something about my personality based on my patterns of behavior]
me: [seethes with rage for some fucking reason]
Please tell us about the desert.
So like. The desert is freezing at night and boiling at day. The elements are just about as savage as they can be and as a result it looks like a whole lot of nothing but dead, unforgiving, hostile emptiness. But that couldn’t be further from the truth, deserts have a biodiversity matched only by rainforests and much like rainforest most of it is unique to that specific desert. Most deserts formed from ancient lakes or oceans that dried out, leaving the remaining creatures to adapt to a rapidly changing and ever more hostile environment. It’s similar to those endothermic vents miles under the water any niche you can fill or make in a desert is extremely valuable but you can like, realistically go there. A desert is so very alive, despite looking as it does, despite everyone thinking otherwise. If you have never heard all the calls and sounds fill the cooling air as the sun sets as if to say ‘I’m here, despite everything, I’m still here and I’m alive’ it’s an S tier experience.
Oh, also if youve never seen the way the desert blooms at even light rain it is absolutely life changing
i could never be american because whenever I get a big drink I'm like oh great now I have to drink this big drink. i have to take care of this big drink they gave me. everything is terrible in the world
too many upset americans in the notes of this post. why don't you come over and take care of that big ass drink for me then. why don't you carry it around for me. you must've built up a lot of muscle dragging those drinks around every day. why don't you help me drink it since you're oh so experienced at drinking big drinks. two straws. one cup. why don't you tenderly look into my eyes over the styrofoam rim. we could share a moment and a drink together, feel the intimacy of experiencing the same thing at the same time. at the end of the day my opinion on big drinks will have shifted. it's not the sugar on my lips that changed my mind. i love you but I'll never say. you mistake my fear for indifference and we break each other's hearts. I'm resentful towards big drinks again but it's for a far more complicated reason than just my being European. not that anyone would ever notice the difference. well, except for you, I suppose. funny to think that the only person who knows that about me is a complete stranger. who said that
bro not the quencies (way of saying consequences if theres something deeply wrong with you)
Hey there beautiful~
Ladybug and Wildcat from the Wildcat AU, commissioned by @dragolord19delta!!!!
Thank you for commissioning me! This was an absolute joy to draw!
We need less power-couples and more fail-couples. A pair that individually are disasters but together make everything even worse. Not in a toxic sense, they are just both so lacking in common sense that being together creates a shenanigans feedback-loop. They will become everyone's problem.
“wearing all pink to the barbie movie” “wearing full suits to the minion movie” the children yearn for themed parties
a heem heem………………………………sshasagjkrhf………… ouhg……..
My husband found it necessary to get the thing for me and I love it.
Be sure to remember Sad™’s birthday next August.
Paladin: The multiple failed assassination attempts made against me have helped build both character and self esteem
i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like
"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital
"the amber liquid tasted sweet" bestie i can assure you it did not
thanks davinki twins..... i needed that great post keep it up guys
babe put your clothes back on we're going to go through my dvd collection
if anyone wrote to me the love letters that are in this is how to lose the time war i would marry them on the spot
“so in this letter i am yours. not garden’s, not your mission’s, but yours, alone. i am yours in other ways as well: yours as i watch the world for your signs , apophenic as a haruspex, yours as i debate methods, motives, chances of delivery; yours as i review your words by their sequence, their wound, smell, taste, taking care no one memory of them becomes too worn. yours”
“it’s such a luxury to dwell in these details- to share them with you. i want- i want to give you these things”
“i have built a you within me, or you have. i wonder what of me there is in you”
“i miss you in the field. i miss defeat. i miss the chase, the fury. i miss victories well earned. your fellows have their intrigues and their passions, and now and again a clever play, but there’s none so intricate, so careful, so assured. you’ve whetted me like a stone. i feel almost invincible in our battles wake: a kind of achilles, fleet footed and light of touch. only in this nonexistent image our letters weave do i feel week. how i love to have to armour here”
“your letter lives inside me in the most literal way possible”
“i sought loneliness when i was young…but when i think if you, i want to be alone together”
“i want to chase you, find you, i want to be eluded and teased and adored; i want to be defeated and victorious- i want you to cut me, sharpen me. i want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand. flowers grow far away on a planet they’ll call cephalus, and these flowers bloom once a century, when the living star and its black-hole binary enter conjunction. i want to fix you a bouquet of them, gathered across eight hundred thousand years, so you can draw our whole engagement in a single breath, all the ages we’ve shaped together”
“i want to meet you in every place i have loved”
“i love you. i’ll write it in the waves. in the skies. in my heart. you’ll never see, but you will know. i’ll be all the poets, i’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you”
“i would rather break the world than lose you”
“love is what we have, against time and death, against all the powers ranged to crush us down…and what we’ve done will stand, no matter how they weave the world against us”
I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?
FINE! I'll do it myself
Why did 12 people reblog this today??? IT IS ONLY AUGUST!!!
Speak my language (1250 words.)
inspired by this post by @nervousbelieverstarfish
There was a girl behind M Damocles, her hands stuck awkwardly at her sides as she made herself appear small next to him. Adrien tilted his head to the side to get a proper look but the girl shuffled away. Adrien straightened and looked up at M Damocles. Why had he led this clearly frightened girl all the way to his shady spot in the school yard? M Damocles stepped aside, gesturing to the girl with a worried smile.
“This is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, she's a new student here.”
Marinette whispered something quiet that went ignored by M Damocles. There was a piece of pasta on her shoulder that she didn't seem to notice and a reddish stain on her black jacket that she definitely knew was there. Her entire face was pink as she watched him from behind her bangs.
He extended his hand — that was what you’re supposed to do when greeting new people? — and tried to make his smile warm. “Hi, I’m Adrien. You have pasta on your shoulder.”
Marinette blinked and M Damocles stepped in, clearing his throat.
“She’s just moved here from China. Very little French.”
Adrien retracted his hand. (He was glad she hadn’t understood him, why had he opened with ‘there’s pasta on your shoulder’? She looked mortified already, no need to kill her.)
If the mane 6 were evil they'd be named Pinkie DIE and DIElight sparkle and flutterDIE and rainbow DIE and rariDIE and Applejeffthekiller