#goesting

[polldermodel]

Tijd voor wat Belgische streektaal! Eerst een gemakkelijke (denk ik). Ken je het woord 'goesting'? Ooit verkozen tot het mooiste woord in de Nederlandse taal :) (betekenis: zin, als in zin in iets hebben)

Ik ken het en ik gebruik het

Ik ken het wel, maar gebruik het niet

Ik heb er al van gehoord

Ik heb er nog nooit van gehoord

[neptunescore]

*Trying to get my phone charger in* fuck the people are gonna think im an alcoholic FUCK

[elmocult]

grabbing you with my terrible claws. YOU. i am So glad we somehow stumbled upon each other. i am always SO happy to see you in our notifications i swear. your art is neat and you're neat and god i'd love to actually get to know you properly lmao. also i am being so serious right now i don't know if things are as fucked for you weather wise as they are over here but it's scary! wait that's kind of weird to say on anon huh. i'm in your walls. open em up, BAM, i'm in there!

💥💥BAM thank you sm omg omg...

[rastronomicals]

7:11 AM EST November 23, 2024:

Arcturus - "Whence And Whither Goest The Wind" From the album   Aspera Hiems Symfonia/Constellation/My Angel (2002)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[fateandloveentwined]

the agony of wanting to post something then realising you are stuck translating it for the past five days.

[hanasnx]

I’ve been following you for a minute now and love all of your stuff! ♥️

Tell me why I’m just now reading your bio and finding out we have the same favourite colour and similar synesthesia? Why do we also kinda have similar looks? Dark hair, light eyes, if going off that cute lil face descrip is accurate.

*whispers loudly on purpose* did I accidentally just find and develop a crush on the he/him version of myself?

ty :) im glad you like my content. your taste in colors is truly superior bcos i too love any kind of teal. also my eyes r brown so they’re not light

if it helps i’ve always said if i found a fem clone of myself i’m fucking it. so i can relate. dare i say it’s natural even

[xxacidrain39xx]

the way empathy works for me is honestly pretty strange. like i can learn that if a person were to experience X thing theyd probably feel Y and Z would be a good way to help them, but when a person i know actually goes through X my brain panics and locks itself, leading me to think something like “are they feeling A, H, or T? should i help them by doing Q, E or V?” and while thats happening i immediately feel like thats not actually the case, which makes me panic even MORE and be useless in that situation. when its animals its pretty chill though. i can understand them pretty well. people not so much…

[godslove]

“Have not I commanded thee, saying, be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be discouraged? For I the Lord thy God will be with thee whithersoever thou goest.”

—Joshua 1:9

[artbyleav]

“Boromir! I cried. Where is thy horn? Whither goest thou? O Boromir! But he was gone.”

Rip boromir you would have loved the ents I just know

[eky11]

THANK YOU EVERYONE!!

Round 1 Poll 29

Selene is the Greek goddess of the moon and eventually became identified with Artemis

[beecheyislandgloves]

there is an awful lot to say about ladders in the terror but this sequence of Little always staggers me! through Sir John’s funeral speech, we can loosely conceptualise the ladder as a bridge between the world above ('Jacob's dream') and 'its brother-world' below. among the shadows, in this latter place, is where the men trap Silna, where they brought her father to die, where the rats copulate, where Hickey festers, etc. the belly of the beast; the belly of the ship.

Little is framed between the rungs of the ladder, doubling in this context as a gesture towards the ‘chain of command’ he will refuse to abandon even at his death. the lamp at the top of the ladder in the first shot confirms our earlier theory: the world above is light, below is dark and doomed. what differentiates this shot from others in the show are the objects. usually when the ladder is occupied, it is by another person, such as Irving, constantly hurrying up or down, or Magnus, reluctant to descend to the dead room:

here, however, the men’s ‘offerings’ to Silna block the way. they are placed on the middle rung of the ladder, neither above nor below, their fates (literally) hanging in the balance. if sir john had imagined a Christian 'world of spirits', then these offerings acknowledge, however crudely, an alternative belief system. the everyday objects of the victorian sailor— 'a match case, soap, a comb, tobacco'— acquire a significance beyond the confines of their prescribed functions. their superstition signals the men's declining faith in the ships’ authorities to save them, and this is why Fitzjames orders the removal of the offerings each morning and promises 'punishment for leaving them.’

desperately, the men's personal effects have been recycled into bridges to salvation, to rescue. it matters that Little is the one to engage with these offerings because he will stay with these same men until their deaths, while simultaneously gripping onto the old ladder long after they have abandoned it and the upper world has closed to them forever. when Francis finds him at Starvation Cove, still dressed in his officer's uniform, it must feel to Little as though the Lord has descended His ladder to cradle Jacob.

‘the Lord stood beside him, and said: […] behold, I am with thee, and will keep thee whithersoever thou goest, and will bring thee back into this land; for I will not leave thee, until I have done that which I have spoken to thee of.' And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said: 'Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not.' (Genesis 28:13-17)

back on Erebus, confronted with the offerings, reaching for one, ‘Little looks at them all, a bit unnerved.' he has orders to remove Silna to Terror. Goodsir climbs the ladder offscreen, a flurry of eager footfalls. Little remains below. he and Silna watch each other, the men's offerings, a kaleidoscope of hopes, a dozen dreams by a dozen Jacobs, suspended between them. do they connect their worlds? block their vision? whatever they can mean, they won't be enough.

[magicalqueennightmare]

Venting Headcanon

When you just need to vent or blurt out something a little too personal when you're bored

Tony will admit he's not the best at listening when others talk sometimes but when you muttered something about your family member saying something out of the way on the phone with you? He's dropping whatever is in his hand. "Talk to me"

Steve was mid training and talking to you while you were on the treadmill. You made a small comment that should have just been off handed. You hadn't realized that it very much wasn't. He shook his head, caught the heavy bag he'd been working on then you have his full attention.

Clint kind of goest tit for tat with you on dropping weird personal lore when you're bored. Nat has walked in, caught the conversation and noped out.

Sam is a pretty decent listener. If it's a vent, he's letting you but if it's something personal you're dropping in a moment of boredom? He freezes, an eyebrow raised "Was I supposed to know that? Or do I need to forget it?"

Joaquin is the master of "Huh?" not cause he wasn't listening but did you really just say that? Was he supposed to hear that?

Bucky isn't judging for any personal lore you drop in boredom. Some of the things he remembers at random about himself? Yeah, he isn't judging you. If it's a vent? He sits and makes sure you know you have his attention until he's sure you've gotten out what you needed to get out.

John will stop and stare open mouthed at times over lore drop then shrug "Alright honey" as for when you need to vent? You've had to train him that sometimes it's just a vent. You don't need a solution. You just need to get it off your chest.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

The Terror x Maya Angelou

Created for @theterrorbingo prompt: "Wherever thou goest."

[lueurichor]

Entreat me not to leave thee, Or return from following after thee — For whither thou goest, I will go, And where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.

This feels very important for me to make. The platonic bonds in this series have always had the strongest impact on me and have fueled the love i have for platonic relationships in media.

I will forever believe that the parabatai bond is the best thing that this universe has given to us.

I had to take a deep dive to find some of those quotes & snippets and did not include all the pairings i could've, mostly because there are no quotes. Let me know if i should add any, i'm open to search for more quotes!

[ninii-winchester]

Slumber party

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Word count: 600 words

Warnings : none just fluff.

A/n: totally unplanned, i couldn’t sleep so this is just from the top of my head.

It was late at night, the motel room was a bit crowded as Sam and Dean sat at the small table placed in the room, Y/n was on one bed while Castiel was on the other. This case was very different from what they’ve encountered before. A series of bizarre deaths that seem to defy the laws of physics, such as a man whose heart literally bursts out of his chest like in a cartoon.

“Alright I’m gonna call it a night.” Dean said closing the journal. “Cas you’re gonna book a room or what?” He asked the angel who was oh so casually looking through Dean’s stuff. It was not unusual that the trio shared a room on hunts, Dean took one bed while Sam shared the other with his girlfriend, Y/n as long as they promised no funny business.

“Nah I’ll stay here.” Cas replied and Y/n snickered at his nonchalance and Dean’s annoyance.

“Yeah right, we’re gonna have a slumber party, braid Sam’s hair.” Dean said sarcastically which made Sam smirk but his smirk faltered as he made eye contact with Y/n, who looked back with a mischievous look on her eyes. “Where are you gonna slee-“

“Oh my god” Y/n interrupted Dean who gave her a questioning look. “That sounds so much fun. Why didn’t I think of it before?” She grinned at the men in the room . “Baby come here.” She called Sam over and gestured to the space between her legs.

Sam gave Dean his typical bitch face to which Dean just shrugged. The younger Winchester walked over to his girlfriend and settled between her legs, facing away from her.

“Hey i need my four hours so get it somewhere else.” Dean commented as Y/n focused on french braiding Sam’s hair. He winched as she pulled particularly harsh unintentionally.

“Cas teleport him somewhere.” Y/n said without removing her eyes from Sam’s hair. Her tongue poking out as she concentrated. Cas stood up from his place to do it but Dean glared at him, and he sat back down on the bed.

“Take it easy on the hair, gorgeous.” Sam said holding his head as she pulled again.

“Yeah I know you love your hair more than me.” She replied as she was done with one side of his head.

“That’s not true. I love you more than anything in this world.” Sam replied and Y/n awed at his declaration of love.

“I didn’t sign up for this.” Dean groaned.

“Don’t groan grandpa we’re almost done.” Y/n said tying the other braid as well. After she was done she made Sam look in the mirror. He smiled at his own reflection as he saw the two french braids.

“It’s lovely, Y/n. Thank you sweetheart.” Sam pecked her lips.

“You’re welcome,, honey. You look so pretty.” Y/n smiled. She then grabbed a pillow from Dean’s bed and threw it at Dean who was slumped at the table. “Pillow fight.”

“Why the fuck did I say slumber party.” Dean groaned to himself, throwing the pillow back. Sam laughed at his brother’s misery, but pulled Y/n into his embrace before the pillow could hit her.

“Humans.” Castiel rolled his eyes sassily before going back to dig into Dean’s things.

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