// light reflects from your shadow, it is more than i thought could exist / you’ve got it all worked out with so little time, memories that i’d blackout if you were mine / and i’ll feel my world crumbling, i’ll feel my life crumbling / and this is dangerous ‘cause i want you so much, but i hate your guts / all of my thoughts of you, bullets through rotten fruit / and send your name off from my lips, like a signal flare / oh, i was thinking about killing myself, don’t you mind, i love you, don’t you mind, don’t you mind / like the glitter making love to the gleam, just remember things aren’t always what they seem //
out of arrows ;;learnedskill is making me ship human!Thranduil and Carlisle. Which is so ridiculous but it w o r k s and ugh I’m emotional about it now
All I can think about is ridiculous adopted vampire dad adventures with Legolas and Carlisle and human!Legolas really warming up to him and feeling so safe around him and Legolas getting badly hurt. Thran begging Carlisle to do whatever he can do save him. Carlisle protesting that Thran doesn’t know what he’s asking, but Thran just saying that he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care, but he can’t bury hisson dflkjlsdjkf
There was a post floating around that said tagging NSFR was disrespectful because it made it seem like Muslims couldn't control their urges? Like they said stuff like "seeing pictures of food won't suddenly make us stop our fast" and stuff like that. I can try to find the post for you, I think I reblogged it but I am super active and I don't think I tagged it as anything specific. x.x
ooc: (click the pictures to read the whole thing but–) You guys. You guys. I know.
AND LONG STORY SHORT, when the Bob Zemeckis was looking over stuff that they’d already filmed he realised that there was just something wrong and after a little while he knew it was Stoltz who was, of course, a great actor, but not the guy for Marty.
And then they got their first choice for Marty (MICHAEL J FOX AKA THE ACTUAL MARTY MCFLY FOREVER THANK YOU) and IT WAS FINE. EVERYTHING WAS FINE.
I KNOW THINGS I READ BOOKS YOU GUYS I KNOW ALL THE THINGS ABOUT BTTF OKAY PLS DON’T THINK I DON’T KNOW THINGS
They call her GODKILLER despite the break of her bones, the struggling flutter of her lungs, the blood that seems to always paint her tongue, the eye swollen shut. They call the women their saviors, LIFEGIVERS, but she is the one who slayed the dragon, the one that ripped their god’s flesh from his skull. They call her WARMOTHER and BLOODSPILLER and GODKILLER and she cannot turn her head, cannot cringe in front of them. It isn’t a burden she expected, isn’t one she wanted. MOTHER. The flat of her palm rests against her belly and she knows from the lips of her own mothers that you don’t need to feel a kick to BE a mother.
It is still a heavy burden that she shoulders, all strength and no grace. Shes been tired most of her life. She can be tired for the rest of it too. But when She comes at night, where Furiosa sits at the top of the highest pillar with the sound of leaves rustling in the desert wind and the waning moon bathing everything silver and blue, she feels that burden LIFT. She stands, makes her way to the Shepard with quick powerful strides, embraces her in the fashion of the Vuvalini, a hand clasped at the back of her neck, foreheads pressed together. On impulse, she tilts her head, presses a rough kiss to the corner of her mouth. ( She’s warmer than she’d been expecting, the core of her a slow turning supernova, and she tastes like metal, like bones, like something she has no name for. )
“Are you— here to stay for a while?” The question falters past her chapped lips, Furiosa stepping back, space regained between them and something fervent in the beat of her heart, something like hope.
NO LONGER ACCEPTING 24. MY MUSE ROUGHLY KISSES YOURS