do you ever think about what a weird fuckin generation of old people we’re going to be

like y'all will be in a retirement home and the nurse is gonna come around and say “okay everyone it’s time for bed”

and then, without warning, that one fucker in the back is going to suddenly mutter “sned. snail bed.”

and everyone is gonna fuckin lose their shit and start shouting about sneople and snakes and old sally in her wheelchair is gonna abruptly shriek “WEEEE AAAAARE THE CRYSTAL GEMS” and that sets everyone off into the rest of the song

meanwhile the two elderly weebs in the corner are yelling “BELIEVE IT BELIEVE IT HERE I AM WITH MY NINJA CLAN” and some asshole proclaims everyone’s going for a cheeky nandos with the lads then the roommate you thought died last week is gonna crash through the door and announce “SURPRISE BITCH I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU’D SEEN THE LAST OF ME”

and you watch all of this unfold, sitting back in the rocking chair where you quietly chuckle under your breath, “let’s mcfreakin lose it” as you calmly knit a pepe scarf.


“I only wanted to relief you from your pain”

that’s what she said

The things that revolve around Mark and Tiny Box Tim (Timothy?) are very inspiring. Can’t blame my obsession toward plague doctor. 

The only problem is, again, this guy’s hair. 


‘Um, I really like the moment with Daryl and Rick sitting beside the car the morning after he bit the neck outta that guy (Joe). I just like that moment because Rick has become the brother to Daryl that Merle couldn’t be. I really like that moment.’

Norman Reedus talks about his favorite personal scene on The Walking Dead during his Men’s Fitness Magazine photoshoot

A poet told me that if I give this up, I will give anything up. If I give this to you, I will have given you everything. I keep thinking that I’m staying away for you but maybe she’s right. Maybe it’s for me too. Maybe I still want something to hold onto.

I guess that’s selfish, which I am told “love” isn’t. I guess that’s why we aren’t in it anymore.

My phone lights up in the dark and I get out of bed to look at the stars. I keep your name curled up at the base of my tongue just in case I ever have to use it. I hope that it’s you, but it never is. It’s an email from the bank, a Twitter notification. I am plagued by late night snapchats from people who have never heard me talk about you before.

You are getting married in eleven days and sometimes when I want to text you about it, I write about it instead. You are either sick of reading about yourself by now or you don’t pay attention to my poems anymore. I don’t know which is worse. Sometimes instead of picking up the phone, I pick up the last poem you wrote for me. The one where you lay everything out eloquently: “YOU have a heart like an animal in a snare” “YOU are going to die alone” “YOU are empty”. YOU YOU YOU. Me, me, me. Someone told me once that it helps to remember why we stopped talking in the first place. They weren’t wrong.

My phone lights up in the dark and I get out of bed to look at the stars. I take a walk. I think a lot about the moon. About how if I am small then you-and-I are smaller still. A blip somewhere on some cosmic radar. Something that has already happened. Something that is somewhere finished and tucked away. If we both look at the same moon and you still don’t want to call to say goodnight then maybe we’re not looking at the same moon anymore. Maybe the moon has nothing to do with it. Maybe you’re not the same person. Maybe I’m not.

My phone lights up in the day and there is no moon to contemplate. How easy it would be to make a misdial that rang in your kitchen. Instead I grab a coffee with another girl. I put my phone away. I pour myself like sugar into everything she has to say. I don’t try to make metaphors out of anything. We stop by a book store and I go straight to YA or sometimes I’ll search through children’s books for things that would have caught my eye when I was younger. I remember that this is a habit you used to look at with disdain. I hold it close. I buy more than I can read in a week.

Sometimes when my fingers itch for the phone, I pick it up. Letting myself get that far already feels enough like a battle half lost and won. I call a friend instead and talk to them like a sponsor. I say, “I’m thinking about using again.” They say, “baby, you don’t want to go down that road.” I say, “I know, I know, I know.”

I take out your contact information and put it back in again.
—  “11 Days (Instead Of Calling You)” Trista Mateer

[Where is your Boy by fall out boy plays in the distance]

I had this prom au stuck in my head so I had to make something quick to get it out. Mont. You’re so smooth. In a criminal way. 

ATM: Runestones of the Sornieth Magi
A chart of runes for the High School AU. To use these, mages drew these adjacent to each other or organized them into a shape to be connected with lines. They can be made using any medium, but only a true believer can harness their power. These are not all of them, but they are the most well-known. The explanation for each are under the cut.

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Solas romancing Lavellan makes me so happy but it’s always so funny because he spends his entire time being like “I shouldn’t do that I am plagued with guilt and dread that my actions will cause her permanent harm.”

And I know that it’s joked about a lot that he’s just really damn thirsty, that he really wants the booty or whatever, but the reality is, Solas is so starved for attention and genuine affection that he feels completely head over heels in love with her simply because she… treats him like a person. Treats him like a person and values his opinions, even if she doesn’t always agree with them, and uses them as a factor in her decision making. 

He talks to a romance Lavellan on several instances if you flirt with him about how “no one sees him for anything other than a pair of ears save for her” and how “he hasn’t been able to trust anyone in a long time”. The first flirt with him is about protecting him from the people who would kill him or capture him for his race and magic, things he cannot help but have. Other flirts are about helping him make friends and how he’s intelligent and has insight and strength no one else has. Insight that makes him a valuable partner and friend. 

There is actually remarkably little that is sexual about Solas’ devotion to Lavellan. I love “Solas is thirsty” jokes as much as the next person, but I also never want to lose sight of the fact that he fell for her because she is “unique”, a “rare and marvelous spirit” who shines more brightly over the ages than anything else in his bleak life. 

Solas is lonely. He is sorrowful. 

And for just one moment, one instant in his very long life, she broke through that and let him have someone else and be happy.

Solas loves her deeply and truly and could never express what she did for him, how much she means to him, because she helped to heal a bit of what hurts inside of him. 

I don’t want to lose sight of that. 

Mink doesn’t say “I love you” he says “I’ve put on weight” which roughly translates to “I am no longer training every day to fight and kill the man who massacred my people. I am no longer stressed and unable to eat. I am not plagued by dreams of screams and fires that wake me at 3am each morning, and on the rare occasion I do have nightmares my husband is there to hold me and remind me that I am safe and there are no flames at the window or chains at my ankles. I am eating three homemade meals a day and going to work with my crafts and I am spending my evenings sitting by a fire with a book and the man I love. My husband makes the best pies and I can eat an entire one by myself if he doesn’t stop me. He makes me smile in a way I never thought I could. I hope to grow older and fatter with him from here.”

Fun Musical Theatre Asks:
  • 1:Send me book, movie, play, etc. and I'll create a song list for an imaginary musical of it.
  • 2:I'll put on shuffle, and create a story that links the first five songs that come up.
  • 3:Send me a musical and I'll replace all of the songs in it with comparable songs.
  • 4:Send me an occasion and I'll create a playlist for it.
  • 5:Send me a musical and I'll describe an imaginary sequel.
  • 6:Send me two musicals and I'll describe a crossover between the two.
  • 7:Give me a group of people and I'll cast them in a musical together.
  • 8:Send me a story, and I'll assign a composer to musicalize it.
  • 9:Send me a musical and I'll create the worst possible cast for it.
  • 10:Send me a person and I'll create a solo album for them.
Okay just a quick PSA guys

Gravity Falls is a show built on mystery and characters.

The fandom is built on theory, speculation, and a shared sense of excitement and anticipation.

But please remember, unless the canon proves it otherwise, No Theory is More or Less Valid than Any Other.

You don’t have to agree on them, you don’t have to think all of them are true.

But for the love of Bill Cipher, please do not hate on others for their theories, their opinions of other’s theories, or think that “your theory” is better than anyone else’s.

It’s Not. 

Everything from Body Swap theory, “The clones that escaped are actually the Stan Twins”, to Grunkle4Grandpa. They ALL have their merits, they ALL have their back up evidence, they are ALL worth consideration. 

It’s not a contest. It’s not a competition. It’s not a race to see who can think up the most “canon” theory before the new episode comes out.

You all don’t have to agree with each other. You don’t have to accept each other’s theories. But for God’s sake, don’t be tiny children who make fun of each other because “oh ho ho they think THIS theory is valid!” This is an animated kid’s cartoon that you are belittling ideas over and the theories that you’re so strongly defending may or may not even be true!

By all means, have fun, be super positive, and be pumped for the next episode!

But do not patronize others and be an elitist asshole because of what they choose to believe on this show. 

Just don’t.

And please remember…