#lIsTeN

[nakedanimegirl]

No like AMVs was the shit back then like no one could really do them justice anymore

[alphacentaurinebula]

(Link)

I too am a big fan of women doing magical crimes.

One of many reasons I will be obsessively watching Wheel of Time s3 come March.

[storygremlin]

Everyone’s talking about Buck’s reaction to Eddie leaving, but i really need to see Eddie’s reaction to Eddie leaving so fucking bad.

[kiwi-koala]

Happy year of the snake! 🐍 🥳 I celebrate with spreading the word of the tsuchinoko monster from one of my favorite scenes!

[aprylynn]

Thank you @minisugakoobies for the tag and for reminding me that Orbit needs to be in my brain at all times!

Crash by Jay B

Out the Door by GOT7

Criminal by Taemin

Tagging @cordiallyfuturedwight @epiphanytear @cosmicdreamgrl @sutherlins

MUSIC LOVERS ASSEMBLE!!

i feel like starting a tag chain so i hope this works out :)

reblog this with 3 songs:

the song your listening to right now (or last one you listened to)

your current favourite song

a song of your choice

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mine:

its now or never - elvis presley/love in the dark - adele

trastevere - måneskin

nevermore - queen

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tagggzzzz: (np ofc) @heartstopper-lover123 @s0lit4ir3 @ali-da-demon @vicwritesfic @skeelly @charliethinks @tori-my-love @chronic-skeptic @toulouseradiosilence @stewpid-soup @nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat @pessimistic-gh0st @theshyqueergirl @crowleybrekkers @a-bowl-of-soop @frogfairy444 @robinheaney12 @fairyghostgirlgaming @thatsawesomedontyouthink @venusplanetoflove2 @thelovelyvie @abookishshade @spir4nts-lun4r @i-have-no-idea-111 @kit-the-queer @a-wondering-thought @scatteredraysofhope @coco6420 @softlyunbreakable @givennnnnn @far-beyond-saving @darling-im-wonderstruck @heartstoppernerdsstuff @nonbinary-idiot-obviously @rebelrobinrules1984 @daydream-of-a-wallflower @leonine-elizer @angel-devil-star and anyone else who wants to join!!

[humanfox030]

Need more appreciation for Axies the Collector

This is an appreciation post for my favorite Aimian

[dodgerkedavra]

Creator Rec List: @sweatersinthesummer

I'm very thrilled to do a creator rec list of some of my fave works by @sweatersinthesummer, who is not just a wonderful podficcer but a kind, hilarious person as well! If you haven't come across her works, check out some of these!

[Podfic] Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia

Gallaplacidia's fics are so good, so Pajammy's recordings of them are treasures. Ship of Theseus is one of my personal faves!!

[Podfic] The Last Coffee by kbrick

Sad but hopeful AKA CHEF'S KISS (plus Pajammy's voice 🥹)

[Podfic] Hoppípolla by Moonflower_Rose

I love this title so much, listen to it

[Podfic] Move, move by MaesterChill

I like fics about dancing........... SUE ME

[Podfic] Happy Returns by toomuchplor

"I swear to Merlin, if you don't ask him out soon, I'm going to murder you both," says Neville.

Need I say more??

Anyway, thanks for lending us your voice, Pajammy! Everyone, go listen to these podfics!!

[htoya]

watched infinity train

guess who my favourite character is))

Something about Lake. Something about how their first chosen name was MT, for Mirror Tulip—but they never intended to keep it. Something about following in someone else’s footsteps all your life with no choice or say in it, to the point that when you finally break out of the cycle even then all you have of your world’s perspective is the world through that person’s eyes—and so you name yourself after them even now, holding onto the pieces even as you shatter them.

Something about how every person who sees you views you as lesser—sliver, null, nothing at all—and how “MT” sounds so very much like “empty.” How you knew from the start that that wasn’t a name you’d be keeping, that there was a better one for you out there. How you planned to be something—no matter what anyone else said.

Something about living your life as someone else’s reflection and constantly being on the run from them even though they are where you came from. Something about choosing to leave the place and person that made you, because you can only be yourself when you are away from what your makers want you to be.

Something about chasing your goals and being so close to reaching them after all this time but having the people at the top look through you like you aren’t even there. Like you’re nothing. Something about that unique sort of frustration where you want someone to CARE, and so you take the nearest uncaring being and make them see you, and you tell them that YOU ARE A PERSON, tears in your eyes because that’s all you’ve ever been, but the world keeps refusing to see it. To see you.

Something about Lake. A reflective surface, something you’ve spent your entire life chained to and then running from the moment you got free. But it’s the first mirror you saw yourself in that didn’t make you afraid.

Something about Lake.

[dabiconcordia]

“Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem.” ― A.A. Milne

[nayypretty]

aff. positive before bed

My mind and body are at peace.

I did the best I could today, and that is enough.

I deserve rest and quiet.

I am grateful for everything good about this day.

I release any worries and trust that everything will work out.

Tomorrow will be a new day full of opportunities.

I am safe, secure and calm.

Each breath fills me with serenity and relaxation.

I trust the process of life.

I allow myself to let go of what I cannot control and rest deeply.

[thepoweroffriendshipgivesumoney]

Do you think Sklonda told Fabian about Riz's license first so they can update the business cards?

From how it's said at the end of Prompocolayse Brennan says this:

Riz, your mom comes to you, throws you a stack of business cards in Fabian's calligraphy.

So does that mean these are new business cards without the small 'un'?

[dinosaurwithablog]

I love Hermann Hesse, and I love trees. 🌳

“TREES By Hermann Hesse “For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like ‘lonely’ persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow. Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail. A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that 'God’ is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live. When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all. A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother. So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

— Hermann Hesse

[the-mind-of-emma]

Adventures with Astarion: I just think he's neat - Grymforge

Pt 5/?

[princesscrystal-hyperfixations]

I need Venti to cry his eyes out you HAVE to understand-

[jasonsbruce]

"What would you being a lich be like?"