#With their hands

[im-secretly-a-frog]

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Ooh a new one!! Oki

My brain is rotating doing the microwave noise rn so apologies if I make not very much sense

So like you see. My dad has a collection of classic books. And. There is one of them that is somewhere between 180 and 200 years old!! Isn't that cool?! A book that could be 200 years old is metres away from me!!

[swindlefingrs]

i really like thinking about how Carrik and Shadowheart settle down for a spell in Reithwin near Halsin. there's enough that needs doing so it keeps the three of them plenty busy. Shadowheart gets to be around all those animals, Carrik is there to re-establish Selunites, Halsin is tending to his sanctuary and seeing Carrik as often as he can

and then Shadowheart and Halsin begin to fall for each other and Carrik could not be happier about it

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

My friends are so cool and awesome and wonderful and talented and strange and incredible and inspiring and beautiful and complex and amazing

[ificouldflyhome369]

*their* hands

[asoftspotforangels]

some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

[ashwantsafreepalestine]

To all my American friends, the time is now.

Please, execute a BOMBARDMENT. Call your representatives!

[catlaila]

justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo

[prettyboykatsuki]

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

[aestheteasteria]

seeking, yearning, reaching hands

[eagleeyethree]

[relina-ruj]

His arms and legs

[leloca]

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[phantom-shell]

Fiddleford found one of his old shirts

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱