all I want is to have a room that looks like I'm old biology professor whose been away from human civilization for half a century in the forest who spends my evenings reading old books researching about cryptids with my cat surrounded by my many treasures and trinkets I've collected over the years and my many, many growing plants that nearly take over all of my house.
If the bus carries the rat maybe it’s the bus that carries the plague
every photo of a shoebill eating is progressively worse than the last
in the many years over which the pevensies became mythologized, one important thing was forgotten - when they first came to narnia, they were children
Wasn’t tagged but thought it’d be fun!
Tagging anyone else!
I thought this was really fun so I brought it to my blog!
Tagging: @imadetheline @not-important-genz-child @simshay @whats-up-my-dudes and anyone who wants to! :)
Answering every single personality or future life quiz that had questions about relationships or what I found most attractive with whatever my best friend would put down. Or whatever I looked for in a friend
tell me you are aromantic without actually telling me you are aromantic
🍊 The Orange by Wendy Cope
🌅 Illustrated by Peeta Mellark
🎃GUYS🎃GALS🎃NONBINARY🎃PALS🎃OF🎃EVERY🎃AGE🎃WOULDN'T🎃YOU🎃LIKE🎃TO🎃SEE🎃SOMETHING🎃STRANGE🎃COME🎃WITH🎃US🎃AND🎃YOU🎃WILL🎃SEE🎃THIS🎃OUR🎃TOWN🎃OF🎃HALLOWEEN🎃THIS🎃IS🎃HALLOWEEN🎃THIS🎃IS🎃HALLOWEEN🎃PUMPKINS🎃SCREAM🎃IN🎃THE🎃DEAD🎃OF🎃NIGHT🎃THIS🎃IS🎃HALLOWEEN🎃EVERYBODY🎃MAKE🎃A🎃SCENE🎃TRICK🎃OR🎃TREAT🎃TILL🎃THE🎃NEIGHBORS🎃GONNA🎃DIE🎃OF🎃FRIGHT🎃ITS🎃OUR🎃TOWN🎃EVERYBODY🎃SCREAM🎃IN🎃THIS🎃TOWN🎃OF🎃HALLOWEEN🎃
*slides in* *whispers* Keanu Reeves as a water silo... *skitters away*
not to repeat myself again but imagine you’re helen pevensie and you send your children away to keep them safe from the war. you send them to the country to keep them alive, keep them children for as long as possible in a war like this.
and then you get them back, and suddenly it feels like you’ve invited war itself into your house. not in the literal sense, arguments now happen quietly and with composure no children should know how to wield. but somehow, whenever you look at them, you think about blood, about death, about enemies felled with weapons too fast for them to notice. it feels like you hugged a man in a trench when you welcomed your children back home.
you feel terrible, but it’s hard for you to be in a room with them all for long. you don’t want to shake war’s hand. war has torn your country apart, war keeps your husband away and in the middle of deadly danger. war should not be sitting in your living room, drinking your tea and eating your food. you’re afraid of war. you don’t want war in your home.
your children should not be the war you wished to keep them safe from.
She/her, aroace ♠️, lover of all things animals, nature, wild, fantasy, cryptid and adventure, or books.
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