#now say something true and beautiful

[hawnks]

Not to be a hater but the romance book culture is in peril

[cure-papaya]

[applesaturn]

i always think its kinda funny when i see posts like "this quote is so raw you'd think it came from sheakspeare or aristotle but it's actually from a tumblr shitpost"

motherfucker both the tumblr shitpost and hamlet came from human brains. people are just that cool there is magic inside every soul.

[consistantly-changing]

[Image descriptions in order: a short flowchart, which starts with one grey box which says "I want to do this". The left side leads to a green box which says "do it". The right side leads to another grey box, which says "but I'm scared". That box leads to another green box which says "do it scared".]

[A tiktok comment by harashsidhu, which says "this is gonna take 3 years". ashmanathletics, the creator, replies "The time will pass anyways".]

[A tweet by @TageErlinger "Tucker Edwards" which says "Haha, what a wicked and ironic comment bro. Now try saying someting true and beautiful."]

[A tumblr post by jb-blunk which says "I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward".]

[A Reddit comment by u/Common-Landscape2676 which says "no you are fucking alive do what you want".]

[A tumblr post by sentientobject which says "Okay... nice dichotomy, IDIOT!! what lies outside it???"]

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

[asteroidtroglodyte]

“Women like tough guys with big bulging muscles and lots of money and a cool car”

Once upon a time I was a drunken layabout with no prospects and no car and this one time on a date I started gushing about the Great Barrier Reef and the vast variety of beautiful life that lives there, and as I got progressively more drunk I started getting into ocean acidification and coral bleaching and then proceeded to weep openly in front of her over the death of beauty and she proceeded to let me hit it for 3 years so

Maaaybe passion, compassion, and love are the things that Women actually find attractive.

I dunno. Food for thought.

[boycaca]

I think its somewhat telling that the gnosis was placed inside the shouki no kami rather than scara containing it in his chest the same way that venti did with his gnosis. I get that its probably more so because scara needed a much grander body for his god form and the electro gnosis just so happened to be at the centre of it… but i cant help but think of it as the games way of telling us that he truly is not fit to contain the gnosis, even in peak form when all his powers are unleashed, he still needs to build a whole new body as the gnosis’ vessel, that the so called “heart” he thought was rightfully his would not actually make him satisfied or fulfilled, as it seems to be the embodiment of all of scara’s obsessions

[rraskolnikov]

they just invented a new thing it’s called liking atypical stories without the incessant need to self-flagellate about it, coming soon to a theater near you

people really think this wow get well soon

[dykephan]

i know this is an extremely unpopular opinion but some of the stereo shows make me cringe because dan was still in his ironic "phil sucks am i right" phase and even knowing it's all a joke doesn't make it... a funny joke

[sciderman]

How do you feel about the increase in really weird NSFW ads on here (advertising panels that look like sexual encounters, and AI art apps that pride themselves on porn) but will take down NSFW posts from their users, even if it isn't technically sexual.

i hate all social media and it's consistent prioritising the advertisers over the users and the internet simply was a better place before capitalism sunk its hooks into it

[thejugheadparadox]

WHATEVER HAPPENS RIVERDALE WILL ALWAYS BE SAYING SOMETHING TRUE AND BEAUTIFUL

[unanimoustwins]

charlies such a pussy for not actually giving gill a fancy outfit, also i neeeeed to see the art for their outfits jays sounded so pretty

[sergle]

well now i just want to mail you a sticky note with the word penis on it

JOKE'S ON YOU, YOU STILL HAVE TO PAY FOR A STAMP

[wind-up-thancred]

"what scion does your wol HATE" "what popular ffxiv npc can you NOT STAND" "what ffxiv npc do you think should have DIED in the story and never came back" "what ffxiv npc is OBJECTIVELY THE WORST" what if we all just shut the fuck up and stopped making these pointless threads forever. just an idea idk edit because it took somebody literally two minutes to get on my case for this: this is my personal opinion and i am simply tired of it. obviously i fucking cant control other people lmfao i figured that went without saying but i guess not

[ahotknife]

i think we memed on brokeback mountain too much it's actually one of the saddest things i've ever seen in my life. what bigger regret is there than not telling someone you love them before you lose them. what bigger sin is there than assuming you will have all the time in the world.

[thepioden]

No Romance Limit mod finally getting me to smooch Gale and Wyll and frankly if you don't adore Wyll Ravengard you're wrong? This man. My god.

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 24

"What is this place?" Manon asked Glennis as she found the crone polishing the handle of a gold-bound broom beside the fire. Two others lay on a cloak nearby. Menial work for the witch in charge of this camp.

"This is an ancient camp-one of the oldest we claim." Glennis's knobbed fingers flew over the broom handle. "Each of the seven Great Hearths has a fire here, as do many others." Indeed, there were far more than seven in the camp. "It was a gathering place for us after the war, and since then, it had become a place to usher in some of our younger witches to adulthood. It is a rite we've developed over the years—to send them into the deep wilds for a few weeks to hunt and survive with only their brooms and a knife. We remain here while they do so."

Manon asked quietly, "Do you know what our initiation rite is?"

Glennis's face tightened. "I do. We all do." Which hearth had the witch she'd killed at age sixteen belonged to?

"You're not a cold person."

He arched a brow. "Is that your professional opinion?"

Manon studied him. "You can descend to those levels when you are angry, when your friends are threatened. But you are not cold, not at heart. I've seen men who are, and you are not."

"Neither are you," he said a bit quietly.

The wrong thing to say.

Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. "I am one hundred seventeen years old," she said flatly. "I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don't convince yourself that the events of the past few months have erased that."

"Keep telling yourself that." He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her that baldly-relished that he now did, and kept his throat intact.

She snarled in his face. "You're a fool if you believe the fact that I am their queen wipes away the truth that I have killed scores of Crochans."

"That fact will always remain. It's how you make it count now that matters."

Make it count. Aelin had said as much back in those initial days after he'd been freed of the collar. He tried not to wonder whether the icy bite of Wyrdstone would soon clamp around his neck once more.

"I am not a softhearted Crochan. I will never be, even if I wear their crown of stars."

He'd heard the whispers about that crown amongst the Crochans this week-about whether it would be found at last. Rhiannon Crochan's crown of stars, stolen from her dying body by Baba Yellowlegs herself. Where it had gone after Aelin had killed the Matron, Dorian had not the faintest idea. If it had stayed with that strange carnival she'd traveled with, it could be anywhere. Could have been sold for quick coin.

Manon went on, "If that is what the Crochans expect me to become before they join in this war, then I will let them venture to Eyllwe tomorrow alone."

"Is it so bad, to care?" The gods knew he'd been struggling to do so himself.

"I don't know how to," she growled.

Ridiculous. An outright lie. Perhaps it was because of the high likelihood that he'd be collared again at Morath, perhaps it was because he was a king who'd left his kingdom in an enemy's grip, but Dorian found himself saying, "You do care. You know it, too. It's what makes you so damn scared of all this."

Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing.

"Caring doesn't make you weak," he offered.

"Then why don't you heed your own advice?"

"I care." His temper rose to meet hers. And he decided to hell with it-decided to let go of that leash he'd put on himself. Let go of that restraint. "I care about more than I should. I even care about you."

Another wrong thing to say.

Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. "Then you're a fool." She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.

I even care about you.

Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep, wedged between Asterin and Sorrel. Only hours remained until they were to move out—to head to Eyllwe and whatever force might be waiting to ally with the Crochans. And in need of help.

Caring doesn't make you weak.

The king was a fool. Little more than a boy.

What did he know of anything?

Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care?

She didn't know. Didn't want to know.