#the things you’ve accomplished

[just-my-life365]

Final part of Epic just came out…

I am unwell.

[buckingham-ashtray]

APPARENTLY JOHNLOCK DOESN’T ROCK ON JUST EARTH NOW

‼️⚠️this is NOT an au⚠️‼️

Our babies are on Mars.

Freaking MARS.

Okay backtrack. So basically both SHERLOC and WATSON are cameras attached to a robotic arm in search of life on Mars. SHERLOC detects organic molecules and minerals on Mars, and WATSON captures detailed images of the Martian surface to support SHERLOC's analysis.

(Apparently this program was launched a while ago on July 30, 2020. In 13 days our babies are gonna have their fourth Mars anniversary. I’m going to cry.)

In my mind:

SHERLOC: *bossily points at something*

WATSON: *heaves sigh and takes photos*

More information can be found at:

[darlingod]

HTKOELTHS by Holly Black

Cardan: since we’re on the topic of threats mY WIFE IS ON THE WAY—

[forlix]

happiest prince 🤍

[stoat-party]

Listen to me.

You cannot hate yourself into becoming a better you.

[peaches2217]

Hell yeah! Another Self-Improvement Gold Sticker earned: “Fell into a spiral of panic, recognized what was happening, then set to work pulling myself right back out and going on about my life”! I’m a badass.

Thank God for coworkers who care and store rooms that need reorganized. Shaky, overworked arms and a head filled with numbers feels a lot better than panic.

[milo-is-rambling]

Guys how do I stop feeling like no one likes me ,,, no alcohol no therapy

[miss-morland]

dennis in dtamhd is so bpd recovery coded i feel so much about it <333333

[steviescrystals]

i seriously need to get a new job and start making money again asap bc i cannot keep living at home much longer it’s driving me insane

(wrote an entire essay in the tags without meaning to oops)

[ivytwines]

btw the only reason the usa dominates in the olympics is because we’re a very wealthy empire. if u even care

[captainsourwolf]

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[medusanova]

Andylind + sharing dreams while Rosalind is in stasis 🤭

The guard passed the imposing form of Rosalind Hale, proud and oppressive even in a stasis within the depths of Alfea. Quickly glancing away to avoid the shudders of dread that would spread along his arms if he stared at her for long, he continued forward.

The first time it happened, it was without warning. Without any effort or intent.

It was a jarring feeling, going from being barely aware of one’s existence — from swimming within a trance-like state of consciousness inside, more or less, a mason jar for fairies — to appearing, lucid and tangible and whole, in a room.

Though it wasn’t the first time Rosalind had dreamt since whatever happened to her (sometimes she remembered, sometimes it was murkier than swirling ink), it was the first time she’d dreamt anything so.. vividly.

She usually dreamt in monochrome. Muted grays with flashes of dark-toned colors to spotlight whichever tragedy or nightmare she was scheduled to witness.

This dream, however, was saturated in color. Splashes of jewel tones and pastels with outlines and detail. And with none of the usual sense of haunting menace that usually pervaded her dreams. Only something bright and warm that danced around her, wrapping around her like a warm cloak.

She was sat on the sill of a cottage window, the green fields behind her an out-of-focus sort of mirage that redirected her focus to the clarity of the room she looked into-

And the man inhabiting it.

Andreas had been undoing the laces of his boots but stopped abruptly when he noticed Rosalind. They stared at each other for a few moments before he narrowed his eyes.

“You’re not really here,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

Rosalind raised a brow. “You don’t normally notice.”

His eyes narrowed further before he shrugged, going back to his boots. “Dream of me often, then?”

She pursed her lips, thought about moving away from the sill but.. she didn’t really mind this dream. And she didn’t want to risk changing it into something else. Disturbing its peace.

“Don't get me wrong, General, I’ve dreamt of you too,” he added, discarding both boots, “But usually you appear less irritated, less talkative, and more… unclothed.”

Not able to contain her eye-roll, she asked, “So you dream about objectifying the greatest leader of your time?”

Andreas snorted. “The you in my dreams is also much funnier.”

Rosalind raised her brows. “And the you in my dreams is normally more dead. You didn’t answer the question.”

Andreas huffed and stood. “If anything, you objectify yourself. What with your…” He waved a hand in Rosalind’s general direction.

Rosalind, in all honesty, had no clue what was happening. The Andreas in her dreams rarely spoke to her at all and even if he did it was more like an abstract essence of his voice, like the rumble of a conversation through wood, rather than words he might actually say.

This Andreas of Eraklyon though, he was exactly like the real one. Arrogant, slightly amused expression. Imposing, sculpted figure. Unwavering, sage green stare. Maybe a little less cagey, a little less… biting. Maybe how Rosalind imagined the real Andreas might be if he hadn’t been ordered to live a life of solitary vigilance, of a duplicitous caretaker faced with constant danger.

And maybe she should’ve been uncomfortable with that sudden shift, should’ve questioned this glimpse of a carefree Andreas surrounded by the soothing sounds of the countryside, the domestic comfort of his home.

Rosalind didn’t want to question it though. Her mind had been floating adrift in an endless desert of non-existence for.. she couldn’t remember how long — this was the first time in a long time she’d felt something familiar. She was going to make it last.

“You alright?” Andreas asked, approaching her window. “You look- don’t know. Odd. Usually you’ve stripped at least 3 articles of clothing and are topless by now.”

She’d dreamt up a whole range of nightmares and horrors by that point. After all, what else was there to do? But she’d never, in any plane of existence, thought she’d dream that one of her soldiers, especially Andreas of Eraklyon, would want her to strip for him.

Still determined to capitalize on this reprieve from limbo — and never one to back down — Rosalind challenged, “You want me to strip for you?”

“Usually how it goes, yeah. But,” he leaned down, face close to hers as his palms rested on the splintering sill on either side of her. “All of this is yours, right? So do what you’d like. I’m not in control here.”

She paused for a breath, trying her hardest to conjure up his sound. His scent. His essence, and pull it into her lungs. Store it away for a time she needed to remember how great she’d been. Who she’d inspired and molded in light of her mission. The depth of the dedication she’d amassed.

But she couldn’t. It was a dream, and logic, physics, gravity, nothing worked like it should. And her opportunity was lost.

With that harrowing thought, Rosalind stood up slowly. So slow the front of her brushed against the front of him. So slow her hand wound into the hair at the base of his neck. So slow her eyes locked onto his, going up and up until she could almost imagine the brush of his breath against her lips.

The next time the guard hazarded a glance at Rosalind’s still form, she was smiling.

[scholarhect]

i wish i would learn to write i think that would be such a fun outlet for me. unfortunately i am not creative. and also am not willing to spend time on things

[brendathedoodler]

Lol once May 12 comes, Champ won't know what hit him

DKSNDKSNKDSNDK YEAH

I’m so excited! I digitally preordered the game and now I see the icon for it whenever I go to play Hyrule Warriors and I get hyped for it all over again!

Tbh I’ve been avoiding any stuff for it after I realized there was an official release date and haven’t seen anything past the second trailer. I’m goin’ in blind!

Botw was my first proper Zelda game and really what got me into the Zelda series as a whole. Granted, my family are all gamers so we owned a few Zelda games before this (OoT 3D, Phantom Hourglass, Spirit Tracks, Twilight Princess) but I never actually played any of them past the beginning. At least not until recently, where I’ve played (and finished) like 6 Zelda games, which is impressive because I leave games unfinished 90% of the time lmao

Anyway, I started rambling a bit but yeah, I’m def gonna make some adventure swap stuff for it!

[tvrningout-a]

after today, i feel that i might not be very active till friday evening bc man… packing is much harder than i thought it would be

[cnonymousturtleduck]

I added a potential link, because that’s really cool.

(This link includes: days on earth, 7777 day birthday, and 15000, 20000, 25000, and 30000 day birthdays.) 💛 🌍 🌎 🌏

oh i don't know what young adult needs to hear this but you should google what day your 10,000th day will be & set a reminder in your calendar. it happens somewhere in your 27th year. i was really bummed when i googled my own and found out i had missed it by like 2 months.

(if you missed yours too, no worries, we both get another chance to celebrate 15,000 at 41. Unfortunately you will be 54 years old before you are 20,000 days old, at which point we will have overthrown the concept of linear time anyway)

life is very cute, and you have struggled a very long time to be here, and i love you. sometimes i think we need to invent our reasons for celebration. maybe today you are 10,345 days old. or 12,345. or 8,435. maybe u should just celebrate because it is a weekday, and those are hard days. i love u , light a candle and blow it out. i'm proud of you for staying.