1. Soooooo, that’s all folks. That’s the end of my queue, which means I’m done posting here! I’m over at eak1mouse. Come say hi and follow me or not whatever. Um, I may see about moving my posts or posts I’m super attached to to my new blog. (Ha, to to) and if I can figure out how to do that I might see about deleting this thing. For now though, it will just chill. Hopefully redirecting people as needed. Anyways, lots of love!

    Byeeeeeee.

     
  2. I’m moving I’m moving!

     
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    Reblogged from jebiwonkenobi

    Tags: so cutehow to train your dragon

    image: Download

    fawnduu:

little scratchy toothless now time to level up my bravely default team some more so i can beat violet (ive had the game since mid march….i take my time with games okay)

    fawnduu:

    little scratchy toothless now time to level up my bravely default team some more so i can beat violet (ive had the game since mid march….i take my time with games okay)

     
  4. clio-jlh:

sweaterkittensahoy:

danelorna:

i love happy coincidences

I may have just laughed way too hard. I don’t care.

oh Hawk-guy

    clio-jlh:

    sweaterkittensahoy:

    danelorna:

    i love happy coincidences

    I may have just laughed way too hard. I don’t care.

    oh Hawk-guy

    (Source: beneziatsoni)

     
  5. jebiwonkenobi:

    It seems like the first rule of magic, or at least the first limitation mentioned, is usually ‘you can’t bring back the dead.’

    And I know it makes sense from a writing standpoint, but I also wonder if it comes from somewhere else. If that’s just the first, most common human response to hearing that magic is possible.

    Maybe the first question was, ‘Are the dead still going to stay dead?’ for so long that people stopped needing to say it, that it just got answered right away. Yes, the world will still hurt. Chin up, you can make fire from your fingertips. Maybe you can hurt it back.

     
  6. I know that grief
                     has gripped our hearts so
                                                  l  o   n   g
              overwhelming and unyielding.

                Know that you are not alone

    I miss her t o o

    (Source: ohhelga)

     
  7. aspersaperastra said: Baisemain, with Odysseus and Persephone.

    notbecauseofvictories:

    Odysseus and Persephone Penelope

    Baisemain—a kiss on the hand.

    his hands are tar-rough, black beneath the nails and salt at the knuckles; bending to kiss his palms is like diving from the rocks into deep water. you say husband, like that is something other than a shield, a weight, a ghost.

    his mouth moves as he speaks of olive trees and marriage beds, but the words sound stilted in his tongue, which you imagine too rimed with salt and blood to find its way to the hearth-fire.

    (the courtyard is littered with the corpses of suitors, slaughtered by his hand and your son’s—they lie at your feet now, as they should have from the start; arrogant mouths slack and ravenous eyes unseeing.

    you are glad at the sacrifice, made on your altar and not to the other grey-eyed goddess whom he loves.)

    wife, he says, and then winces, hearing the hollowness of it. (you never ask their names—you were the one he returned to. all else is but a boast around the feast-table.)

    queen, he tries again, kneeling before you in the blood and straw. You feel the weight of it then, those twenty years from girlhood to regnant womanhood—you are suddenly conscious of the grey at your temples, the heavy weight of your breasts. Something of your grief must show on your face, for he tries again:

    ithaca, he finally sighs, gathering up fistfuls of your himation as though he is afraid you will vanish from him, pressing his face to your stomach. He clings to you as a man drowning, and there is salt at his knuckles. ithaca, my ithaca.

    you surface. I am here, you say. You have come.

     
  8. (Source: philcoulson)

     
  9. feministjewishfangirl:

    poniatowskaja:

    suddenlyprompts:

    I fell for her like Troy fell to the Greeks; quickly, and in the most embarrassing way imaginable.

    I’m guessing you’re referring to the incident with the horse, but that came at the end of a war that lasted 10 years. Speed is relative, but if it takes you ten years to fall for someone, I would not call that ‘quickly’.

    I fell for her like Troy fell to the Greeks: slowly, then all at once, and with the aid of a giant livestock model

     
  10. threelisabeth:

    Leona Lewis - Unlove Me

    this album did only alright in the UK, and I think it was never released in the US at all, which is a huge shame because there are some really incredible songs on it, the foremost of which I think is this one. Leona Lewis, much like Kelly Clarkson, is a master of the heart-wrenching and slightly bitter ballad-that-still-has-an-incredible-hook. (it’s probably not a coincidence that they’re both seminal successes to come out of reality singing competitions, actually.) both take the often-disastrous question of what can we do with this incredible voice while also making straightforward pop music in a post-xtina’s-decline world? and actually succeed in making really incredible pop bangers that neither dwell boringly in the dynamics of a trained voice nor ignore the strength and emotion that power and range can bring.

    mostly, though, what I’m saying is this: try standing alone in your dark bedroom and putting this on and NOT singing along super-dramatically, curling into yourself for the chorus, maybe collapsing by the end, screaming UNLOVE MEEEEE at the ceiling and only kind of worrying your neighbors can totally hear you. try, motherfuckers.