#baby string

[marigoldbaker]

drew evie with her three great loves ❤️ ft. a few cameos from her most beloved companion.

[risingsunresistance]

you guys can see this too bc even tho i was wrong i think it's funny

[nostalgic-shamefest]

He's getting dragged out, kicking and clawing at the closet!

[recents]

i Love that anders’ clinic delivers babies and treats STDs. thank you for calling planned parenthood of Kirkwall. we are one guy in the sewer. they’ve been trying to catch him for Years . for birth control inquiries, press 1. for hormone therapy, press 2

[dostoslaysky]

has anyone mentioned the invisible string that brought them to the same bar at the same time yet?

[jakeperalta]

Timeless is literally the most Taylor Swift song ever written. Projecting a current romance onto old people and fictional stories? ✔️ Believing you're destined by fate to be together in every timeline? ✔️ Reference to forbidden love? ✔️ Emotional bridge that culminates in the story honing back in on the narrator? ✔️ Ending line that returns to the beginning? ✔️ Eyes meeting in a crowded room? ✔️ Love letters? Antique shop? Old photographs? Teenage love? Arranged marriage? ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️

[poweredbystars]

what a normal, well adjusted young man!

[8irdies]

collage of things i love that have been getting me through these hard times. plushie & toys are the greatest joys in the world!

[sun-snatcher]

Elrond has a conch shell.

Not one of the prettier ones you would imagine, with the spikes and spots— No, this is a weathered and lumpy one; Sandy coloured and boring, for lack of a better word, only offset by the fact there’s a weird star-shaped hole you can peek through.

He brings it everywhere he travels.

Theory goes that it’s a magical trumpet gifted to him. Or, that he keeps secret messages in it for safekeeping. And his favourite: that he’s bound to the shell by oath, and if he steps a mere pace away from it, Ulmo would transform him into foam like a cursed sea-nymph. (You can imagine that one was debunked quite easily.)

No matter; the most important thing the Elves have come to learn about its peculiar existence is that above all: You do not touch it. (One of the younger elven recruits of a party learns this the hard way mid-travel, when he’d— bless him— grabbed the shell and suggested the idea to cast it aside, in exchange for more space to fit a spare skin of water.

It’s the first they’d ever seen Elrond snap like a whip.

Nobody dares question it since.)

That is, until young Estel had found it.

They can hardly blame the little child. Idle hands and curious trinkets never mix well, after all, much less with that of a 6-year-old who’s come to learn his bright-eyes and daisy-face lent him the ability to get away with almost anything.

“Look, Atya!” He’s skipped his way up to one of the open galleries of Imladris, hefting the coveted conch over his head as he peers at the night sky. “I can see the Evening Star through this hole!”

The Elves pale. They wait for the tongue-lashing, but the storm never comes.

“Not like that, Estel,” corrects Elrond patiently, bending to lower the child’s arms. “Put it to your ear, and close your eyes. Yes, now tell me, what do you hear?”

“…The sea!” he exclaims, after a focused minute. Then Estel lights up, and so Elrond lights up, and suddenly there’s a laughter in the air akin to a musical ring of bells, so high and sunny it dispels the witnessing Elves’ tension from the air.

“But how? We’re too far from the shores, and I can’t hear as well as you. Do you hear it too? Listen, Atya, listen!”

“Yes, yes,” Elrond laughs, and holds his hand over his son’s to bring the shell to his ears. And yes, indeed, if he closes his eyes, he could almost see it: The great rushing shores of Sirion, the pitter patter of Elros’ feet splashing at the rolling tides, the salt-winds carrying Maglor’s distant singing and Maedhros’ disgruntlement over grains of sand in his hair.

Elros had had a Conch of his own. His was bright and ivory-coloured, long since laid to rest alongside him in Númenor. When they were younger, they used to believe they could communicate with each other through the shells no matter their space apart— some imaginary fancy planted by Maedhros (“You two are twins. That’s a magic no force nor distance in the world can unmake.”) which was inevitably nurtured by their child-like wonder.

Years after Númenor had sunken, Celebrían caught Elrond once or twice, speaking to the old conch, and bringing it up to his ear in hopes of a reply.

“What do you hear, Atya?”

“My brother,” he says. “Amidst the heart of the sea.”

[solhunder]

Since it's the season, how adorable would it be if LBM was in a Christmas tree playing with the ornaments?

shiiiinnnnyyy @.@

[deadboydoodling]

red string theory

[epiphainie]

talking about hcs or maybe slightly character meta, i genuinely do not think tommy's a character who would wax out loud about how much he loves buck or reassure him with all the sweet prose in the world. not because he struggles with communication (though there'd be the occasional thing that'd pose a struggle) but because i think tommy's a concise and direct communicator. he picks up on buck's cues all the time and intervenes directly with what needs to be said/asked.

i also think that tommy's someone who's more affectionate with his actions than his words. we don't see him say more than that he'll try to make it to the wedding at the bachelor party but we see the degree of what making it to the wedding means to him. we don't see him go on about how he liked buck back, how he wanted to spend time with him too etc. but we see him initiate that first kiss which spells out here you go, this is how i feel too.

i also think that this is a greater match for buck's character than someone who will reassure him with endless waxings of poetry because actions indeed say more than words and buck having someone who makes him feel loved and secure with a simple "i love you" "of course" "well, i'm here" is a testament to how far buck has come but also the trust and the faith cultivated between the two of them. before they reach that stage, it could also serve as a great point of disjuncture between their respective ways of communication (and dispositions and needs) where they try to learn each other's language.

[notsocooljess]

you can rip my hc of peeta being a bad singer from my cold dead hands i don’t CARE i want him to be flawed in this way because HE wouldn’t care he would genuinely belt any song no regrets with full confidence and katniss would love it EVERY TIME and then when she would join in he would stop to listen to her but she stops and tells him to sing with her because it gives her the confidence to continue!!!

[cheezitofthevalley]

worm!

1st divider by perhapsmac on deviantart

2nd divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[finleycannotdraw]

i keep my jealousy close cause it’s all mine / and if you say this makes you happy then I’m not the only one lying