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arson-has-trinkets · 1 month ago
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This is my collection of small glass jars! I don't remember when I started making it but here we are and I think they're pretty cute but they're pretty useless :]
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linkerbell · 3 months ago
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A whole server of lambsonas 🤲✨
(From left to right on the lineup)
@aveloka-draws @beautysnake @coffincrows @xmajordumps @z00lea ME @monosprout @acoraxia @the-one-who-lambs @bamsara @squish--squash @strawdool @ane-doodles @lambment @arsonistmoth @surfdudeboy @cultoftheswag @p4r4n0rmal-exe @i-eat-deodorant @oneofthosenightbees @delirisse @catatombi @the-pentaparty @iamuxie @unwri-ten @ballad-of-the-lamb @vurelly
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shushmal · 7 months ago
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"I think it's sweet," Steve says.
Robin wrinkles her nose. "Nothing about Eddie Munson is sweet. He's a sewer rat, at best. Or like twenty opossums in a trench coat."
"Opossums are cute."
"He probably has rabies."
"You say that about me all the time, so I guess that's good. We'll have rabies together."
"He gave you a rock."
"You give me rocks all the time," Steve says, rolling his eyes. He runs his thumb along the textured edge of the rock Eddie'd handed to him.
"Yeah, good rocks." Robin scoffs. "That one sucks."
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lovingsylvia · 3 months ago
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Sylvia Plath (age 21) in Wellesley, Massachusetts holding a dandelion puff, c. 29 August 1954
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Palely lit by
snuff-ruffed dandelions, white daisy wheels and a tiger faced
pansy, it glows. O it's no family tree
--Sylvia Plath, from the poem "Polly's Tree", 1959, in: The Collected Poems (1981)
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goobersplat · 7 months ago
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Collection of Trinket Jars
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
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shiny-eyed-corvid · 7 months ago
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NYC street finds 4.1.24-4.21.24 1 of 3
faves from this round: tiny jar with a paper star, chunk of bismuth, and tiny red truck cab
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starlahuskyz · 2 months ago
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Don't Worry
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It's okay guys, 'tis nothing but a flesh wound...he's fine.
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brotherslayer · 10 months ago
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of course you are incestuous and have blonde hair 🙄
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altruistic-meme · 7 months ago
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thinking about Dazai in stormbringer not only giving Chuuya the option NOT to use corruption bc if he did then he would never know if he was truly human or not, but also doing everything he could to buy Chuuya the time to make that decision- even going insofar as to think about how 2 minutes wasn't enough time to decide but that there was no way to get more than that. and he was already trying to figure out how to defeat Verlaine without making Chuuya use corruption, because if Chuuya had said no then Dazai was not going to force him
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beaft · 9 months ago
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when i first moved in here this room was full of junk. now it's still full of junk, but in, like, a cool, aesthetic way.
(god help me when i move out and have to somehow pack all this stuff away again)
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spiritsong · 3 months ago
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EDIT: I added a reblog breaking down the various details of the two rooms and why I think they belong to their respective companions!
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this is davrin's room :)
this one below is taash's room! it's not giving sunrise view! it's giving bowels of the earth!
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honeyfaun · 1 month ago
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antique bottles
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stridersdiner · 1 year ago
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Rancher!Graves x gn!Reader
Quiet mornings with Phil.
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The ol' rambler house, on the ranch property.
For once, he sleeps in. Not by much, only just as the sky starts getting lighter. The sheets are crumpled over the both of you, legs tangled together and arms sprawled. He pulls you closer subconsciously as he slowly opens his eyes, grunting at the sight of one of the dogs staring up at him from your side of the bed.
He tries his best to slip out of bed without waking you, bless his heart, but it's difficult when he's just pulling himself off the mattress and you paw over his side, eyebrows furrowing when you don't feel him near.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he leans back down to kiss your forehead. "You can go back t' sleep if you want."
You pull at his shirt, trying your best to pull him back to sweet slumber, but his chest rumbles with quiet laughter.
"C'mon, baby, y'know I gotta get up." He runs a hand through your hair, thumb brushing over your cheek before his hand settles on the nape of your neck. "I'll make y' some tea, alright?"
He pulls away hesitantly, tucking you back under the blanket before he pads out of the room to brush his teeth. You drag yourself up eventually, clutching one of the brightly coloured throws around your shoulders as you make your way to the kitchen.
Phil can't help but smile as you waddle in, and he hugs you until the kettle starts whistling.
Mugs of tea and coffee in hand as you two sit on the big rocking chairs on the front porch. It's serene; gentle breeze brushing through the grass, birds chirping, dogs resting by their feet. He sighs, sinking back into the rocker as the sun pulls itself up from over the horizon.
He decides to take an easy day, making up his mind after making his rounds to check up on and feed the animals. The kitchen is warm, low hum of the radio as you work over the stove. He smiles as he kicks off his boots and pulls his gloves off in the mudroom, and he slips into the washroom to scrub his hands.
"Phil?" Called from the kitchen.
"Yes, puddin'?" He says, pulling himself around to the kitchen, wiping his hands on the thighs of his jeans.
You turn you head to look at him over your shoulder, and you smile at him. His heart melts.
"Made us some breakfast."
"Little late for that, ain't it?"
He slides up behind you, strong arms snaking around your waist and his nose burying in the crane of your neck while he watches you twirl the handle of the spatula in your hand.
"Better late than never."
"Thank you, angel."
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Babes that wanted to be tagged:
@mockerycrow @kivino
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drunkeddiediaz · 6 days ago
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TEEFS❣️❣️
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onnahu · 7 months ago
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Batman and Catwoman are making out on a rooftop - again. Jason Robin lands near them.
Robin: Ew, gross!
Batman: Robin.
Robin: Did you got rid of me only to chew face with Catwoman? And forgot about me?
Catwoman: Isn't he just terrible?
Robin: He is just that! And a hypocryte at it!
Catwoman: Oh?
Batman: Robin...
Robin: Yeah! Because it's seeminglu okay for him to fuck you-
Batman: Robin!
Robin: TO FUCK YOU, when I cant hang out with Nocturna! And she's legally my mom! Or not. I'm not sure, to be honest.
Catwoman: That's just unfair. I'll organise some tea with her. Step by my apartament any time.
Robin: *happy little dance*
~Later~
Bruce: Selina, stop trying to steal my child. One woman already tried it already.
Selina: I can't I'm afraid. It would destroy my street cred of the world greatest thief.
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thesoulcages · 7 days ago
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Lenox - The Cats of Distinction Spice Jar Collection, 1995
Artwork by Lesley Anne Ivory
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