u are all so so loved by me
Gojo babygirl you are very much a freak. can I give you a lil smooch please
I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~
Peter Paul Rubens, 1577-1640
The young Queen Tomyris, n/d, oil on panel. 73.7x53.3 cm
Instituto Moll-Epiarte Collection (Madrid), Inv. 1001
I have three modes of reading
- Dont read
- Read a 500 page book in a day
- Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion
some of my favorite mutuals post entirely about things that i do not understand or care about and our dms are barren like a desert. and yet the warmth of that big hot sun remains between us
i think one of the most important things you learn about making connections with others is that a significant portion of the time people just do not know theyre doing what theyre doing
sometimes someone is acting selfish because they just didnt think you had any interest in what theyre hogging. sometimes you dont get invited to the movies because your friend could have sworn that you said no. sometimes you think someone is mad at you because theyre bad at hiding how little sleep they got. we are all like little worlds that briefly crash into one another from time to time and we just arent physically capable of seeing the whole picture at once in those moments. and learning that really changed everything!
we watched the sunset at the lake
stupidwiiisdom-deactivated20230:
can zelda get him pregnant already damn
WHAT
can zelda (the princess of hyrule) get him (link the hero of legend) pregnant (cute 🥰) already damn (profanity)
one of the reasons why “what if people went on a road trip and it was weird” is one of the oldest story types is that a lot of sense of personhood has been, historically, tied to place. the weird road trip says “what if we went somewhere else, where no one knows us, and tried out being a different person”.
Odysseus, the famous liar, goes on a weird road trip & over the course of it becomes several different people, and then comes home & is all those people as well as himself, wearing the echoes of those other people
What’s that quote? There are only two kinds of stories: a man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town.
























