#or at least I think it is

[peachfruitcake]

[strawberrybyers]

it’s been 2 years of shipping byler. i’ve thought about byler everyday for 730 days straight. nothing in the world record books compares to the dedication i have for byler endgame

[frozenwafflesagain]

It’s my personal belief that after a few years spent in the apocalypse, Five started coming up with roasts to use on the rest of his siblings when he saw them again

And like yes of course it was a coping mechanism but it spurred him on to keep going — he couldn’t give up until he tore each of them to absolute shreds

But also I think it’s just objectively hilarious to think of Five at seventeen, at twenty-six, at thirty-four, at forty-eight, just stopping whatever he’s doing because he came up with a killer comeback and just HAS to write it down

“Omg Dolores can you imagine the look on Diego’s face when I call him discount Batman? That’s gonna be so funny”

[theflyindutchwoman]

Okay I’m not 100% on this but

I’m pretty sure Lucy was wearing her Tim necklace during her exam 🥹

Which means she brought him with her.

I am normal about this

She was! No joke, that was the first thing I noticed in that scene #priorities. And I love how you can really see it too. I know that she has been wearing it constantly but there's something that hits different in this scene. You are spot on, it feels like she brought a piece of him with her for comfort and support. And just the fact that she pretty much only wears this necklace now makes me all emotional.

[narbevoguel]

People: "OMG they're officially dating!!"

Me, an intellectual: Wait, "freaky with Friday"?! Oh no, they're swapping bodies! Someone help em recover their respective bodies before Big Man finds out! He'll be so worried!😭😭

[misschanandlerbong-3]

Y’all ever get a day where you just feel super fuckin queer?? Like, the queer is coursing through your veins? The history of the queers is manifest in the present, in your soul? No? Just me?

[rapidreptile]

ruiner nergigante has been ruining my night (affectionately)

[gladlacks]

How to count

The way modern humans count is inefficient and boring, to simple for humanity's own good, like the designs of modern companies like Pringles, therefore I've done some digging and discussing on how to count,

Example of bad counting

I've found an old culture or people of somthin' like that and they have a way better and smarter way of counting

The better and smarter way of counting

The system for this is that you take each finger, except of the thumb, on one hand and give it a value of 1, count each of your 12 fingerbones with your thumb so if you count with someone else they understand which number you're on, and for each time you're done with one hand you raise a finger on the other, giving it a value of 12, this way you can count up to 60, which i think is how the minute came to be.

[cowgurrrl]

Unfortunately for you bitches I have come up with another plot point that is ✨devastating✨

[idkhowtopickausername]

Managed to say two different embarrassing things yesterday without even realizing until later that they were embarrassing

[arcxnumvitae]

🎥 for Eilidh

@soulsxng || A scene from my muse's life

She waited until his breathing beside her evened out with the deep peacefulness of slumber. Waited some more. After several long moments had passed, Eilidh pushed herself up in the bed, ready to push her sheets away. She needed to move, before some small sound or movement woke her husband, but the woman found herself unable to keep from glancing down at him.

The flame-like flickering of his hair shone gently in the darkened room and its usual brilliance was quieted with his slumber. Her Aodh. Her heart hurt for what she was about to do, what it would mean to him, but as time passed she had begun to realize that she would not be able to give him the one thing he ever hoped to gain from her-- her love.

He would never demand it of her, no, but just the knowledge, the startling realization she had of her husband's feelings for her had been enough to feel an iron grip of panic over the woman's heart. The scariest part of it all was that Aodh himself seemed to notice at least to some extent as well. His actions had grown more grand, more overbearing as the days passed.

Was it cruel to stay knowing that she may never be able to return what he felt for her? Or was it crueler to leave as she was? Could she even be so certain that time wouldn't turn Aodh's heart, and that he also wouldn't feel the weight of his unreturned affections clouding his heart. What if...he turned cruel?

Her mind had long since been made up and Eilidh took what may be some of her final breaths of home. She would have to go somewhere he could not, or would not, retrieve her from. Somewhere that would be protected from the reach of a gentry of Seelie.

With her mind made up, Eilidh quietly slipped from their bed and disappeared into the night, leaving her husband behind slumbering peacefully.

[books-and-studyblr]

I somehow started this chapter with my conclusion and now I’m working backwards and honestly I don’t know how we’re getting here but the conclusion is SICK.

[thel1ghtningthief]

this is so real and 100% also applies to my blog

[yeepof]

I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.