just the first page

One time Henry VIII had a book when he was little and he wrote in really massive writing on the first page “this boke is myne” and I just find it so funny because that’s such a Henry VIII thing to do

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Found this book at the thrift store a couple of days ago. Buying it was a moral imperative.

From the front cover: CAN A SEVEN-HUNDRED YEAR OLD  TRANSYLVANIAN  FIND TRUE LOVE WITH A REVOLUTIONARY RYSEMIAN FISH WOMAN?

Back cover: Misunderstood  vampire Sterling O’Blivion was working at a dance stuido in Chicago when the Rysemian starships landed and things began to change for the better. For one thing, the aliens could take any form they chose, human or otherwise, and Sterling fell head over heels for the one called Benaroya, who was presently disguised as Virginia Woolf. For another, Sterling got a neat new job as chief spokesperson for the aliens’ front operation selling the Famous Men’s Sperm Kit.

After seven hundred years, Sterling had begun to think the joy was going out of life. Now she had the chance to turn into Mr. Spock, to dance with Abraham Lincoln, and to fall wildly and truly in love. It was just the sort of romp an aging vampire needed!

(Published in 1984)

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ok so i guess i’ll post this too bc now i’m getting too invested in other things and i have no idea when (or if) i’ll be able to finish the rest 

but!! these are the designs i was thinking of for the other kids y’know

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@OFMANYWORLDS PRESENTS; PAGE 002 & 003 - NETWORK PAGE TWO 

just another muse/network page in two different formats. the first one is simple and clean, the second version has filters. it’s a fun little page I think! enjoy.

version 1.0 page features.

  • 90 px muse image
  • muse name links to a tag/bio/whatever
  • auto scroll on info/description section
  • best viewed & formatted for chrome browsers

                                                PREVIEW & DOWNLOAD

version 2.0 page features.

  • 90 px muse image
  • muse name links to a tag/bio/whatever
  • filters in sidebar (instructions for use are in the code.)
  • auto scroll on info/description section
  • best viewed & formatted for chrome browsers

                                               PREVIEW & DOWNLOAD

terms of use.

  • do not remove credit.
  • do not use as a base.
  • do not redistribute/repost theme.
  • likes/reblogs appreciated.
  • enjoy!

                                                               & MORE CODES

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bashfully nudges these drawings from two days ago in ur direction

anonymous asked:

harry isn't half assing anything wow

first solo contract? 80 MILLION! first acting role? A CHRISTOPHER NOLAN FILM THAT ALREADY HAS OSCAR BUZZ! first magazine? A FULL 60+ PAGE SPREAD CENTERED AROUND JUST HIM! first radio interview? 2 HOURS LONG WITH A CLOSE FRIEND! first live performance? A GAME CHANGING EP OF SNL! 

and there are still so many firsts left THIS IS JUST THE START 

“i’m gonna marry you.”

it’s not the first time kara’s said it, but lena feels her cheeks flush anyways. she focuses on the road in front of her, the feel of the steering wheel underneath suddenly sweaty palms. 

“alright, dear.” lena takes a chance side-glance at her girlfriend and finds kara all soft smiles, something secret and intimate brewing between the two of them. 

“alright,” kara repeats. she turns, palm under her head and elbow on the door as the open breeze whips her golden curls around. the moment feels new, feels real. lena turns up the radio and smiles, wishes for time to come to a standstill. 

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“i’m gonna marry you.”

kara’s breath is hot against her ear and lena can feel their heartbeats syncing as one. she breathes deep through her nose, runs her fingers through damp hair. kara lounges on her chest and seems content to just lie there forever - and lena doesn’t really mind. kara is made from the stars and lena holds the universe on her chest. 

“and i’m gonna marry you.” lena whispers this into the night air, the room still sticky with heat. there’s a hitch in kara’s breath, slight, subtle, but a hitch nonetheless. 

“i look forward to it.” a wet kiss is placed below lena’s jaw then, followed by a trail of more hungry ones, and lena holds onto broad shoulders, wonders what salt tastes like on a hungry tongue. 

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“i’m gonna marry you.” kara says it like she’s going to make a stop at the grocery and is asking lena what kind of milk she wants. 

this time, there’s no surprise, only the warmth of familiarity that seeps through lena’s veins at those words of endearment. 

“i know,” lena jokes. she doesn’t look up from the email that she’s typing up. “tmz is doing a countdown for the big proposal.”

across the living room, kara sticks her tongue out at her and rolls her eyes. lena continues to type and for a while, the only sounds of the apartment are the click clack of a keyboard and the shuffling of kara’s papers. 

“you’d still say yes, right?” 

lena looks up momentarily. “what?” she asks. 

there’s a hesitancy to the slope of kara’s shoulders. “you would still say yes, right? if i asked to marry you?”

lena lets out a soft laugh - nothing intimidating or loud, just soft - and sits back in her chair, catches her girlfriend’s honest gaze with her own, “my dear, i’d follow you to the ends of the universe and back, you know that.”

this seems to soothe kara, who returns back to her books at hand. “alright,” she says as she pushes up her glasses. “just checking.”

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“i’m gonna marry you.” 

kara is crying, big, uncontrollable silent sobs down her cheeks. lena feels her own eyes well up in return; seeing kara in all her sadness never made for a dry eye between the both of them. 

kara lies on the deo bed under sunlamps. and lena luthor is a child prodigy, a genius billionaire, a nobel peace prize winner and a forbes 30 under 30, but she will never understand the deepness of kara’s sorrow, the cuts and the space that kara’s mind occupies where no sunlight can reach. she tries. lena tries hard, and it’s times like these where she can only do so much but hold kara’s hand a pray for the sunrise to come quick. 

lena’s mouth is dry when she speaks. “you’re gonna marry me,” she whispers, urges, promises, “you’re gonna marry me, and i’m gonna marry you, and you’re gonna have something steady to call your own.”

kara cries harder at this, tears streaming and silent heaves, but it’s enough. it’s enough for now, and it’s a promise of forever. 

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“i’m gonna marry you.”

and kara does. kara and lena exchange vows under a setting sun with matching bracelets on their arms and a song in their hearts and kara and lena marry each other when the world is turning into a new day and their beginning is just reaching the first page. lena marries kara and they sit on a rooftop at the end of the night, look into the constellations of stars and eons and legends and they find a home among the infinite, a peace among the unknown. 

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