#okay goodbye my beloveds

[marbleheavy]

are edits on tumblr a thing. i’ve been making sooooo many and they’re all so mediocre but i have rhaenyra and alicent brain rot. also hello to any of my pals if u are there!

[n0ahs-ark]

we are so back

ib; flower idea credit to @potato-lord-but-not ..? (hope tag okay)

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

tennis

[beeduoo]

wonderful

[imerian]

My (very old) loscar brooch (?) that i just now made doodles for

More pictures under cut

[baeshijima]

since maintenance has (i think) officially started . . .

MAY ALL MUALANI WANTERS BE MUALANI HAVERS !!!

MAY ALL KAZUHA WANTERS BE KAZUHA HAVERS !!!

MAY ALL KACHINA WANTERS BE KACHINA HAVERS !!!

MAY ALL KINICH WANTERS BE KINICH HAVERS !!!

MAY ALL RAIDEN WANTERS BE RAIDEN HAVERS !!!

GOOD LUCK ON UR PULLS AND HAPPY 5.0 + HAPPY NATLAN + HAPPY 4TH ANNIVERSARY EVERYONE 🫶🫶

[kellystar321]

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[bonded-by-love-and-hatred]

"Don't be like that, dear brother. You know I couldn't let him live." Jerome draped himself over his twin's rigid back. "If Ol' Brucie could have just listened and stayed away from you, it wouldn't have had to come to this."

There was a pause.

Then a giggle, "that's a lie. You still liked him, and I couldn't have you thinking about him all the time instead of me."

Jerome let out a pleased sigh as he sat beside Jeremiah, who continued to glare at a wall with tears running down his face. He picked up Jeremiah's silverware- real silver, only the best for his picky brother after all- and cut off a piece of the steak he'd killed, cut, and cooked himself. Cooked to perfection with a bit of blood in the center, just the way Jeremiah liked it. He brought it to Jeremiah's sealed, trembling lips and cooed, "think of it this way, Miah, now Brucie will always be a part of you. Isn't that such a romantic goodbye?"

[jongside]

[artificial-condition]

The last of the summer produce ❤️

[manaosdeuwu]

I'm so good at doing work <- did four tasks in three hours

[my-burnt-city]

Final glimpses

As I stand in the flower shop at reset waiting for Askalaphos to arrive, I first see Apollo stalk his way through, then I watch as Cassandra follows behind, then I am very surprised but absolutely delighted to spy Aegisthus sneaking in behind her, tucking himself behind the drapes until the shop is clear and he can carry on up to the Aphrodite suite unnoticed

*****

Hearing the shop bell from the greenhouse room, going through to the next room; never one to pass up the opportunity to watch my favourite dance in the show, even from an unhelpfully high vantage point, I tuck myself in embarrassingly close to Askalaphos and lean over the railing as far as I can without it getting weird. The balcony we stand on shakes vaguely as Aegisthus swings on the strop below. The smile we receive in exchange for a shower of rose petals is dazzling

*****

The route from Hesperides to the stage door is crowded so I take an alternative route to the arcade. Aegisthus is already in the Peep windows, examining his mask and baffling his audience. He strips off his shirt, he writhes energetically, he slams himself against the window, pausing only when Agamemnon passes by, and only while Agamemnon is looking. Then Askalaphos is there, presenting Aegisthus with the lotus flower in the little plastic bag, then I am gone, and that is the last I see of Luigi Nardone at The Burnt City

😭😭😭😭😭

[boygirlctommy]

SOBBINGGG like rusty quill somehow expected me to recover?? after listening to this???

[crowdsourcedloner]

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[milo-is-rambling]

Weight talk tw I guess idk how to describe the post sorry im a little high

It’s so weird being around people who talk about weight problems (IOP) and like idk it brings up weird shit in my brain almost anxiety that I should feel bad about myself somehow like I’m doing this wrong being confident idk. Weird self doubt thing that happens when you’ve loved yourself (hmm. Rephrase. I don’t care about being fat. let’s say that.) and then you’re in a room full of people having a group discussion about how they avoid living their life in happy ways because they don’t want to become like you. But you love yourself. But everyone in your life since you were little has been dieting and talking about weight and specific numbers (someone was anxious about gaining seven pounds! SEVEN. If they saw my scale they would shit themselves. I put on seven pounds taking a big bong rip Jesus fucking Christ seven pounds. I wanted to rip my hair out.)

Next time weight issues come up in IOP I’m stepping out of the room. Like idk how to explain it cause it’s like not a trigger but I guess it is ? But it’s just so weird like the way I’m triggered makes me want to cry why does the world hate me for being fat what the fuck !!!!

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

“I can…show you.”

5 more minutes 🥺