#'my sincerest apologies'

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

where im taking the doctor for a date tbh

[evilwizard]

legend tells that Thoth, god of knowledge and magic, played cards with Khonsu, god of the moon, and won 5 extra days worth of moonlight. he gave them to the sky goddess Nut (who was forbidden from giving birth on any day of the then 360-day year), subsequently allowing her to produce Osiris, Isis, Horus, Set, and Nepthys—one on each of the five days

no one knows that Thoth was up to with the whole “leap year” thing. after all, there’s no way Nut could give birth to just 1/4th of a god. unless…..

no way!!!! this has become a CERTIFIED MEDJED POST!!!!!!!!!!

𓅓𓂝𓆓𓂧𓐦

TRUE MEDJ-HEADS REBLOG!!!!!!!!!!

[goosebelle]

when these three start sharing a simultaneous braincell it's gonna be over for EVERYONE

[misandriste]

⤷ endless gifs of lena luthor ✾ 88/∞

KATIE McGRATH as LENA LUTHOR in supergirl ⪼ 4.18, "crime and punishment"

+ bonus: my giffing process

the base / this is what it looks like on tv or your computer screen when you're watching the show itself (sharpened but no other filters):

with my normal colouring settings (sharpened + a bunch of other filters):

lesbian flag colouring for the final result because i prefer it over the original blue (sharpened + a bunch of other filters + additional tweaks):

it takes about 1 hour to make 7 different gifs btw. it's a pretty major time investment!

[nartothelar]

Please I thought your most recent post said “Milfed” and I was so excited 😭😭

Betrayal

milfed

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 5-11

1 - day 2 - truth - 3

[ghcstao3]

“you don’t smoke.”

it takes a lot to startle ghost these days, but then again, soap has always been the exception, hasn’t he?

“come again?”

“you don’t smoke,” says soap. “not anymore.”

ghost does his best to keep him breathing even. “yeah, well. things change, j—soap.”

things being the bullet in soap’s head. things being the memory loss, the losing johnny. things being the doctors telling ghost there's no guarantee that soap will remember anything; remember him, what they were to each other. yet here they stand—ghost trying for a smoke in one of his secret haunts (ha), and an amnesiac soap that should be in medical or under price's supervision but has instead found his way here.

old habits die hard, ghost supposes.

"what are you doing here anyway, sergeant? surely you have something more important than bein' up here."

in ghost's periphery, soap shrugs. the expression he wears is still infected with the blankness of unfamiliarity, but ghost would be stupid to think there isn't some reason as to why soap has somehow found himself here, in a location he surely couldn't remember, if he couldn't so much as recall ghost's name without a reminder.

"got sick of medical," soap replies plainly. "my feet led me here."

ghost hums, though he knows it isn't the full truth. he balances a cigarette between his lips, fishes his lighter from his pocket, and lights the smoke. soap says nothing.

he doesn't know what to make of anything, as soap allows him to indulge in silence, and he doesn't know whether or not he'd rather this be a one-off kind of thing. on one hand, this could mean that soap might start remembering other little things, might start picking up the pieces of his past, their past. but on the other, if this is only a one-time occurrence, it might leave ghost a little more heartbroken than he already is—which could be a good thing, if only so he might eventually, finally move on from what could never be, not ever again.

"you shouldn't smoke, lt," soap says quietly, the moment ghost flicks the butt of his cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot.

ghost pauses, caught off guard by the nickname he'd yet to hear again since the incident. he feels soap's eyes on him, unwavering, oblivious.

the lieutenant clears his throat in an attempt to play off his surprise. "focus on your own issues first, soap."

ghost starts past him, just barely fighting the urge to clap the sergeant's shoulder as he passes. his chest feels tight as he leaves soap behind, breath caught in his throat as he tries not to look like he's running away.

he can't do this. he can't—he can't. can't bear to have soap so close yet so far from reach. can't bear to have these glimpses into the past taunting him as punishment for innumerable sins. ghost can't do this.

how he wishes for things to have gone differently. in which way, he still isn't sure, but he thinks that anything else would be less painful than this.

[cuttyflammm]

more kn8 scribbles? shocker

[rammliedmania]

big wife (o^ ^o) original under cut !!

[smallpapers]

THG artdump bc guess who’s just spent the past week binging the hunger games audiobooks and movies

[victorian-persuasions]

jane austen's ability to portray female characters occupying a wide range of roles in society, falling into a variety of stereotypes or patterns, yet give each one a depth that makes them jump off the page... is genuinely so impressive to me. as a student i was reminded sometimes not to dwell on relatability when discussing historical literature but like. anne elliot? relatable. DEEPLY relatable, in a remarkable way. this woman has put aside her own wants and needs and interests, been silenced so frequently that she learned to silence herself - but then, partially because of maturity and partially because of specific circumstances - she learns to say no, to admit to herself what she wants, to defy social convention in little ways in order to stay true to herself. so many women today are boxed in by social and familial responsibilities, raised to put everyone else before themselves. and it's why i keep coming back to persuasion, and to austen, knowing that she saw and understood and chose to give us a novel where the eternal caretaker protagonist rejects being resigned to the future that her father, sister, etc. imagine for her, and reclaims her own life and her own story. austen didn't just write real, whole women, she wrote universal women.

[nedconte]

[jiaxxnscribbles]

got inspired by this post

[liyazaki]

nothing hits quite like "I despised the very air you breathed until I was confronted with your humanity, complete vulnerability & it somehow touched my own, & oh, fuck- there's a permanent you-shaped crack in my heart now & the hands that wanted to throttle you are moving to protect you, all on their own."

[dykexenomorph]

[cubicpeebles]

????.??? - PUBLIC

Big Sis Moon, Five Pebbles, Seven Red Suns, No Significant Harassment

BSM: I have put Ruffles into a little costume! Aren't they adorable!

FP: It is a pleasant surprise to see you taking part in events that used to be celebrated by our creators.

FP: And yes, the costume is adorable.

SRS: Putting our companions into costumes is a nice idea. I think I'll try that as well!

BSM: Oh dear.

NSH: Hah!

BSM: I am going to remove the costume now. Ruffles looks... uncomfortable.

SRS: The messenger looks quite charming all dressed up!

BSM: Aww!

NSH: I've found a costume. I'm gonna try putting it on the beast... Wish me luck...

FP: Shall I join in on the festivities as well?

FP: I doubt I will have much luck concidering the uncooperative behaviour of the Ruffian.

BSM: You should try!

NSH: HAHAHA!

NSH: Look at this thing!

NSH: Agh! It's biting!

SRS: Oh my.

FP: This is not going very well.

FP: It is growling at me very loudly.

NSH: Come on! You can do it!

NSH: Don't be scared Pebbsi ~

FP: You are not helping. And do not call me that.

BSM: Please be careful...

FP: Well then. That did not go as planned.

BSM: Oh no!

NSH: Well there goes the Overseer!

SRS: Perhaps you should refrain from attempting to dress it up again.

FP: I agree.