#200 things i love

[dinelskede]

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 !

1. eyes stinging frm crying

2. forgetting to blink

3. unprofessional busdrivers

4. love

5. franz kafka

6. pink (color)

7. the smell of nail polish

8. hipbones

9. friedrich nietzsche

10. collarbones

11. cemetaries

12. late night walks

13. rain

14. bunnies

15. visual novels

16. fog

17. bats

18. nighttime

19. norwegian (language)

20. metamorphosis (book)

21. dexter (series)

22. my ex

23. epa raggare

24. honduran white bat

25. italy

26. samoyed

27. summer

28. when nietzsche wept (book)

29. millipedes / centipedes

30. baking

31. age regression

32. friendship

33. my little pony (series)

34. liverleaf (movie)

35. birthdays

36. unit 731

37. my melody

38. goodnight pun pun (manga)

39. having crushes

40. parties

41. getting drunk

42. pastries

43. cutting myself

44. being skinny

45. foxes

46. babies

47. lifelover (band)

48. another (anime)

49. skins uk (series)

50. katie jane garside (artist)

51. funeral (band)

52. french countryside

53. egirls

54. tumblr

55. clothes

56. being someones girlfriend

57. devotion

58. borderline psychosis

59. imagination

60. notion

61. angie

62. patricia

63. mathilda

64. my dad

65. my mother

66. my brothers

67. white (color)

68. the thought of being a kindergarten teacher

69. sexting

70. milk

71. purity

72. innocence

73. hearing someones heartbeat

74. angels

75. catholicism

76. true crime

77. jodi arias

78. seals

79. rice

80. hairdye

81. long hair

82. hair masks

83. rituals sakura collection

84. warm showers

85. winter

86. snow

87. nostalgia

88. being loved

89. cats

90. bella (my dog)

91. rifles

92. guns

93. ribbons

94. morute

95. softette

96. morbidette

97. mochette

98. blood

99. lace

100. hearts

101. kaomojis

102. paws

103. butterflies

104. insects

105. lakes

106. hair locks

107. keys

108. rosaries

109. crosses

110. cabriolets

111. angel numbers

112. traditions

113. knives

114. books

115. andrea dworkin

116. i believe in unicorns (movie)

117. porcelain dolls

118. sadako from the ring

119. heisei gal (style)

120. j-fashion

121. teeth

122. skeleton

123. patterns

124. sewing

125. figurines

126. the godfather trilogy

127. al pacino

128. peculiar (word)

129. weirdness

130. oddities

131. pie

132. pudding

133. homemade things

134. my heart

135. complimenting others

136. nicotine

137. girly hair ties

138. makeup

139. darkness

140. travelling

141. lotion

142. feeling clean

143. chocolate milk

144. orange juice

145. rice pudding

146. caramel pudding

147. amadeus (movie)

148. bojack horseman (series)

149. writing

150. trust

151. black cats

152. jeans shorts

153. tights

154. bandaids

155. being cared for

156. biting

157. bruises

158. stuffed animals

159. polar bears

160. warm baths

161. boat rides

162. taking off my socks before sleeping

163. lambs

164. bedtime stories

165. being treated like a little baby

166. crying

167. alone time

168. being comforted

169. not being scared of things being temporary

170. small text

171. cute fonts

172. coding

173. organizing

174. making discord servers

175. making carrds

176. making rentries

177. making strawpages

178. starving

179. watching movies

180. being complimented

181. making lists

182. scandinavia

183. mustaches

184. being sick

185. typing quirks

186. @ieatdishsoap (i nvr talk 2 her anymre but i lov her)

187. pinterest

188. neocities

189. laughing

190. feeling included

191. meeting others like me

192. cotton

193. silk

194. older ppl

195. calling him daddy

196. angel wings

197. disabled ppl

198. isolating myself

199. dividers

200. dark eyebrows and eyes w light hair

[egophiliac]

like mother, like son, but less wholesome this time?

(I couldn't decide whether or not to put them together, so have them in all the different ways!)

[obsob]

despite, despite, despite!!

[themoon-andtosaturn]

zurich n2

[eggplantgifs]

Ilia Malinin (USA) performs to I'm Not a Vampire at the 2024 Grand Prix Final, winning the competition with 292.12 points. He is the first skater to attempt 7 quadruple jumps in the free skate, although none were landed cleanly.

[dollypopup]

I guess what I find most funny about the 'She should call off the wedding because of Colin's entrapement line!' crowd is like. . .y'all really don't get Penelope at all, do you?

She has loved this man for YEARS. She's loved him through his engagement to someone else, she's loved him through him saying he wouldn't court her, she's loved him through multiple countries, through her family mocking their closeness, through a potential marriage to a Lord. She loved him so much she couldn't even DENY having feelings for him to save what she thought was her only chance of getting married. Do you know how easy it would have been for her to go 'No, we're just friends, I don't like him like that, you're proposing to me and that's what matters'? She couldn't denounce her feelings for him even THEN. Even when she doesn't think he reciprocates them and she's made peace with a life with Debling and is expecting his proposal. Colin was *always* first in her heart, through all those hurdles.

Because Colin has been kind in a cruel world, and he's made her laugh, and he encourages her confidence and he's warm and he's gorgeous and he centers her and he values her and he listens and makes her feel desired and beautiful. He's a good man, and her love for him makes her feel good, she treasures it. Even in the books she says it feels good to love a good person, whether he loved her back or not. And now she knows that he does and you think one line that Colin says in obvious hurt after finding out she's been hiding a secret persona for him is enough to shake that love? She spent what? Half a decade looking out her window pining for him and now on the eve of getting to live a life with him as husband and wife, she's going to chuck that away because of one sentence? How lowly do you think of her? How *stupid* do you think she is? To throw away the love of her life over what? Her pride? This fandom's OOC Fanon Pen is a disservice to Penelope's actual character.

Her love for Colin is steadfast. It's made of tougher stuff than all that. It has survived everything that has been thrown at it. Distance, other people, Portia. And y'all really, truly believe that a singular statement will make her go 'Naw, I don't want it anymore!' PUHLEASE. Even when she offers him that annulment, you KNOW she knows it's not on the table.

Stop playing. OF COURSE she didn't call off the wedding. Of COURSE she chose to understand where he was coming from and went 'I didn't mean to trap you, Colin, I love you'. Of course she asks what the marriage will be and is comforted by the fact that he still wants to go through with it.

Penelope Featherington has loved Colin most of her life. It has been one of the few constants in her existence. He has been good to her in said existence, consistently. He's listened, he's cared, he's apologized to her, he's taken ownership of his actions, he's invited her to be more open, he's joked with her, he's supported her, he saw her when she was invisible. She. Loves. Him. And for good reason.

It's not going away because of one line. Or two. Or three. Come back next time when you actually understand her.

[ribcagebonemeal]

where are the beatles 2069 fans at.... hmu please......

[rookdaw]

monster X monster hunter

[luka-is-slightly-odd]

Currently obsessed with the concept of mutual and acknowledged hanahaki. Like two people who both have hanahaki for each other, and who both know about it, who both know that the other loves them and still aren’t cured.

The flowers stay, not because their love isn’t reciprocated, but because they don’t belive in it, or because its temporary, because the other deserves better, because they have complicated history, because they both already have significant others, perhaps the love isn’t enough because they both can’t put that love first, maybe their ideals and lotalties come first for both. Its not unrequited love, but its not quite enough.

just kinda love the image of two lovers-but-not-yet-maybe-never-lovers sitting together, picking flowers out of each other’s throats.

[alena-draws]

Little snippet from a vashwood reincarnation comic that I do not have nearly fully fleshed out in my head with written down text that would surely be 50+ pages and which I will probably get to draw never aaaah

[greghatecrimes]

SURPRISE! The promised crack video arrives! >:) Happy International Lesbian Day!

This one goes out to not only my fellow House MD-loving lesbians, but especially to the lesbians in the writers' room. We see you, and we bask in the many gifts that you have given us. Real recognizes real. ;) Also, a special thank you to my buddy @childrenofmalkav for beta-watching this nonsense <3

(HEADPHONE WARNING at 0:55 and 1:03)

[HD and CC available on YouTube]

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Aight finally done with the main story (got distracted so many times throughout b/c I can't maintain focus on anything for shit) time for my MC to finally return to where she belongs 🥰

[myokk]

It's a clear, beautiful summer's day, the type of day that starts out bright and full of birdsong, that ends looking up at the stars and the moon while crickets chirp and fireflies show soft bursts of light. When the air is warm and full of life and the smell of hot grass and lavender and honey permeates everything.

The whole summer had been like that, really. Running outside with abandon, chasing each other through the tall grass deliriously happy and lying down in the fields surrounding their village, watching the clouds float by while they eat cucumber sandwiches. It's the summer before their first year at Hogwarts; the Sallow twins know that their life's about to change and are determined to enjoy their last summer of childhood.

Maybe they're too old for this sort of thing - they are eleven, after all, but both of them know that this summer is a turning point for them and they want to cherish every moment for as long as possible. Their parents have been encouraging them, often sending them out for the whole day, piling journals and ink and quills and picnic baskets full of food in their hands, encouraging them to research and be curious about the world around them as they had always done.

This day, however, their parents are almost eager to push the twins out of the house. Their mum's smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. Sebastian feels nervous about this, but doesn't realize why until much later, when the memory is analyzed and remembered during his dreams. (definitely not while awake). When they leave the house in the morning, she makes sure to kiss each of them on the cheeks which she normally never does and Sebastian pushes her away in disgust, much to his future horror. In the moment, all he can think is that he might still be holding on to the last moments of his childhood, but he's too old to be kissed by his mum.

(but now, Sebastian doesn't know if his memory is faulty and he is adding moments that never actually existed in the first place. the mind is a tricky place)

He never allows himself to think about these halcyon days, the perfect-until-it-wasn't summer before they went to Hogwarts; this day in particular is forbidden to remember. His unconscious mind rebels against his iron will.

They spend the morning looking for the fairies that Anne had dreamed about the night before. She's convinced that it's a prophetic dream and they march around in circles in the little copse of trees - a forest to the two children, who haven't really ventured out of their village - as Anne tries to remember where she had seen the fairies in her dream.

Sebastian is happy to follow her even if (maybe especially if) he thinks it's a futile adventure - what else are summer days for?

They're in that strange junction between childhood and adolescence; desperate to just grow up already and become the people they were always meant to be, and yet just wanting to spend their days being kids, without a care in the world.

"Come on, Sebastian," Anne calls to him, a tiny stream gurgling between them. In one hand, she's holding the map that she drew as soon as she woke up; in the other, boots stuffed with her stockings.

Sebastian huffs as he trudges behind her, arms full with their bags, his shoes, and the picnic basket. Anne had offered to help him carry things, but he refused on principle. Their dad is always doing small things like this for the women in his life, and Sebastian wants to be just like him.

Anyways, Anne has her own role as the leader today, and it won't do to have her bogged down.

And he's eleven, more than old enough to carry everything.

He steps through the tiny creek, mud and slush squishing through his toes, and he smiles. There isn't anything he loves more than being outside, except maybe being outside with a good book.

"Keep your eyes peeled for a tree with a knobby trunk, with lots of knots that look like faces," Anne tells him, glancing over her shoulder, then turns her face back to her map and scrunches up her face. "In my dream, the fairies lived nearby."

They spend the rest of the morning continuing their fruitless search, laughing as they walk in circles, then set up their picnic in the field next to their house.

"What do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Anne asks, a dreamy look on her face.

Sebastian doesn't look at her when he answers. He lies back and stares at the clouds. They've already had this conversation hundreds of times since their Hogwarts letters arrived, both of them have their parts memorized. "Amazing. I can't wait to actually be able to use our magic instead of just reading about it."

Anne rolls to her side and props herself up on her elbow, getting a better look at her brother's face. With a smirk, she says, "I think I'll like Transfiguration the best. I can't wait to be able to turn you into a -"

A huge noise interrupts her before she can continue. Sebastian sees the confusion in her face before he truly registers that something has happened. It's like everything's moving in slow motion and all he remembers clearly whenever he dreams of this day are his feelings of confusion and disbelief and the smell of fire.

There's a huge explosion and the air is full of smoke and he and Anne are scrambling up, the picnic blanket tangled up around their bare feet and -

Hand in hand they run in the direction of the huge black smoke that is billowing up. It coats the air - they can't see anything and the smell of burning fills their noses and the smoke fills their lungs and they're coughing coughing coughing -

Sebastian doesn't want his sister anywhere near the blackened husk of their former house but he is also terribly afraid to be alone. They stand in the middle of what used to be their house, blackened half-walls, charred wood that used to be their table, the old couch they read on every night, it's all smoldering, all gone, the thick black smoke making his eyes water and choking and smothering everything in its wake. His mind can't comprehend what he's seeing. Everything is so familiar and yet so wrong.

He doesn't know how long he and Anne stand there, clutching each others' hands like they are a tether to reality. Which, he supposes, they are. They might be there thirty seconds, ten minutes, one hour, an eternity...

Then, neighbors are running to the twins, coughing, covering their faces in the crooks of their elbows as they conjure blankets with their wands and wrap Sebastian and Anne up and drag them out of what is - was - their home.

This part is always hazy. Sebastian can't remember if he cries. Or if he even says anything. He just stands there with Anne, the smoke thick and oppressive as it pours out of their house. Everything is crumbling apart.

(A hand gently caresses his scalp, fingers light and reassuring as they dance through his hair)

Their neighbors try their hardest to salvage what they can. The daguerrotype that their mother had cherished more than anything, taken a few years before, miraculously survives. Sebastian stares at it, the tiny figures moving and laughing and smiling as though everything is perfect. He wants to throw it and break it or maybe rip it up to shreds but he can't bring himself to do anything but stare.

Their father's wand is also shoved into Sebastian's hand, unscathed. It was found just outside of his father's curled fingers, lying pristine on the ground as if mocking the destruction that it caused.

At some point, their Uncle Solomon, who they've only really seen once a year growing up, shows up with a loud crack and tears through the rubble, tears carving wet tracks through the soot on his face. His voice goes rough with desperation and when he walks up to the two orphans, he is almost unrecognizable.

As if in slow motion - maybe an after-effect of the curse that has destroyed their lives is that the air has turned into molasses - Sebastian watches his uncle stagger over to them. He looks much older than Sebastian remembers.

Later, when Sebastian looks at his reflection in the mirror of his new home, the boy staring back at him also looks much older than he remembers.

Before It Felt Like A Sin, Chapter 14

[sadie-shrimp]

Hello internet welcome to gay theory

Sketch + silly doodles!

[hawkpartys]

Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus)

The woodpeckers started going crazy around dusk, so I popped out to check and got lucky enough to see this guy! The photos aren't great, but considering I took this at [checks notes] jesus, ISO 10k, they're pretty damn solid

[front-facing-pokemon]