#rip chilly

[tetzoro]

me : gods above it’s freezing out !!!!!!!!!

also me : hiiii could i get a large iced coffee . . ❤︎

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

I am rewatching Criminal Minds, and I only have one thing to say: “Tracy Lambert is in all of us.”

*insert crash out emoji here*

[spoopy-nevermore-dump]

So, Dreamland.

I am using this summary to help me phrase this theory because I'm not the best with words.

In the poem Dreamland, there is this entity called Eidolon, in a place that is very similar to Nevermore. A wasteland.

But who's Eidolon? The raven? The deans? The other creature that might be the deans but that's it's own separate theory?

There's this bit about the past memories and robed forms of friends, these could be the orbs/the students/the entities

There's also this bit in the summary.

An island huh? Isn't Nevermore surrounded by water? Making it an island? And the sky made of fire, Nevermore, as commented by Morella in episode 36, has a red sunset

There are theories that Lenore and Annabel will become the new deans of the academy, but I also must wonder if Lenore is going to outright replace Eidolon as the ruler of the wasteland.

After all, the narrator in Dream-Land decides to stay

What about Annabel? Well, this is a separate idea from the theory above, one I don't particularly believe will happen, but it's always a possibility, even if I don't think RnF would go this direction.

There is another Poe story, called Eleonora, where the title character, Eleonora (pretty close to "Lenore", dontcha think? Not to mention her mansona name literally being in there lmao.) is in love with the narrator, but she thinks she will die, so the narrator makes a promise to never love anyone else. A promise which he eventually breaks after Eleonora's death by falling in love with Ermengarde. Later, Eleonora comes to visit the narrator, but forgives him for breaking his vow.

There's also a whole thing with the garden the narrator and Eleonora live in, which flourishes with life when they are in love. Kinda like how Lenore became okayish with flowers while in love with Annabel. She hates them, but admits their beauty.

Will Annabel make it to the new life, and find happiness somewhere else? As Lenore finds happiness in Dreamland? I highly doubt that the story would go there, but Poe stories to tend to end tragically.

Anyways, thanks for listening to my incoherent rambling

[stachesainzcore]

Toto disrespectfully keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth

[johnstonesdaily]

congrats to 1/3 of my pretty gals boys squad on his goal tonight ✨️

[an-theduckin]

First degree burn paradox

"Owww my finger is burnef I should put ice on it"

"Ow the ice is too cold for my fingers and they feel numb I should remove it"

"OW FUCK IT BURNS PUT IT BACK-"

I had this exact same experience when my teeth hurt 😔

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Sometimes I think about how Don got emotionally attached to a snowman

[keeps-ache]

so Apparently a game i was running on my computer (without a cooler thing for a good minute there, because i guess i thought i was invulnerable to heat) may or may not have burnt out some parts of my machine. and it's been a couple months since i've played it bc it just stopped working one day and i just had to accept that lmao- but anyway i'm booting the game up again today, Surely this will go differently :3

[johnbly]

happy ten year anniversary to the greatest episode in television history (the hydra reveal ep of aos)

[meirimerens]

Consider re: herb brides, because of the rituals and nature around ripping and tearing seams and fabric what if like “very nice” or formal ware was styled around clothing that CAN’T rip? Either very very thick and sturdy material OR like loophole designs…. Dresses and tunics woven out of like layers of cords draped over the body?

the whole of the herb brides' Things is that the uncovering of the body is the point, you have this line in p1 of a dancer saying "The body is sacred. The naked body is the most accurate image of the world." so the uncovering/the tearing/the ripping appears as like the point [one of the points] of the capital-d-Dance ("Why do you strip your sacred body naked?"/"Because I know the Dance and have the right to do so."). it's interesting thinking about material that Can't rip because it'd be like... a test of strength and of fortitude, almost. "how passionately are you willing to dance in order to make this un-rippable material, rip?" type of thing. in the same way they are forbidden from wearing shoes because the tippytapping of their steps/connection of their bare footsies to the earth is thought to be the one thing that brings the harvest i wonder what would be the #consensus on what they can wear. but also a sturdier/thicker material would make it harder for them to dance, and their whole point is that they dance, but referring to what i mentioned above maybe it's a test of sorts... it's kinda how i see the herb maidens [lore i made the fuck up] the many layers is a burden for them to prove they Can dance but they shed them during adulthood. many things to consider!

[daisychainsandbowties]

I shouldn’t tell you about the -5 degree weather we’re having should I

to be fair it’s just me i’m atropine poisoning baby i have the worst circulation so i just have always struggled with heat retention. it’s odd we had -6 windchill here a few times but it didn’t feel much worse than now which is juuuust hitting 0 degrees cel at night. and yet i’m getting numb hands already 😭😭

[whitney2025]

Rest in peace 🪦 Lisa “LeftEye” Lopes!! We Miss You 😘 LeftEye All Day Everyday!! You’re Gone But Never Forget as a member of

requested

[chancheols]

Goodnight to the hiphop unit only.

[anxsity]

no sorry i cant come out tonight, rosa the sea otter passed im in mourning

[diari0deglierrori]

Remember when a certain stupid idiot (me) used to say she liked the cold. Haha. HAHAHAHA

[kyuujo]

↳ whoops! ↳ sae itoshi x fem!reader ↳ sfw ↳ jealousy, language, kind of a creepy dude, subtle allusions to fwb, my writing

↳ sae itoshi… the man you are… this idea literally smacked me in the face so i opted to ignore my 7+ drafts and whip it up :P thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoy! <3

“… oh, and did i tell you about my time with atlético madrid? boy, the sheer amount of sprained ankles i had to deal with…”

you barely suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. how long had this dude been prattling on? you know he’d told you his name, and something about being a retired physical therapist, but truthfully, that was all the information you had retained since he started talking to you. seriously, you just wanted to watch the damn game.

“that’s fascinating.” you cut him off, eyes trained on the bodies undulating across the field. well, more specifically, trained on one body…

“… and sae takes complete control of the midfield! look at him go, he’s unstoppable!”

your heart fluttered inside your chest and your gut heated as some rather lewd memories crept their way into your central vortex. you hadn’t even known locker rooms could be so… enticing before your hookup with sae.

you’d been so focused on watching sae in his element (and daydreaming) that you hadn’t even noticed when the man scooted closer to you — at least not until you felt the heat of his thigh smushed against yours, made much more noticeable by the chilly bite of october.

you snapped your eyes to the man to glare at him — he continued to drone on about something as if he hadn’t just invaded your personal bubble. you huffed and slid your ass down the bench, disconnecting his thigh from yours. your skin was starting to crawl, and where the dude had once been perceived as annoying he now was coming off as creepy.

you hoped that your disinterest in the conversation and your very obvious attempt at putting distance between the two of you would spell out your rejection to him — but it clearly didn’t, or maybe he just wasn’t speaking the same language as you, because he simply closed the distance once more.

“what about some coffee? would you want to go grab coffee with me some time?”

you were just about to open your lips to verbalize your rejection (and tell him off for his clear disrespect) when the words were stolen right from your mouth — by the sudden impact of a ball right to the side of the man’s face.

you couldn’t stop the shocked gasp that ripped through your throat as the man fell backwards off the bench with a yell of pain. you could just see some crimson splatters atop the silver of the metal stands, and for a moment, your brain completely stopped.

“and sae itoshi sends a ball flying straight into the stands! like a rocket it split through the air — oh my god, is that man okay?!”

the announcer’s sudden exclamation had you immediately whipping your attention to the field, eyes connecting with sae’s almost instantly. he stood tall on the field, one hand atop a cocked hip, and with a shrug he mouthed one word;

“whoops.”

do i really believe sae would send a ball straight into the face of anyone who gets too gutsy with his girl? yes. yes i do. thank you so much for reading, and any likes, comments or reblogs are not required but are so very appreciated!