we're all just stories

ID: gem encrusted jewellery strung across the back and shoulders of a dark skinned Black model. End of ID.

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

the funny thing about socializing cats at the animal shelter is that it can sometimes be quite difficult to tell the difference between a cat who's very scared, but unwilling to move or hiss, and will strike or bite if you touch them, and a cat who's a little scared and unwilling to move, but doesn't mind being touched. which means that sometimes I go through the whole process of acclimating a cat to my hand being in their kennel, getting them used to my hand as a moving object, slowly making my way closer and closer to them, testing which angles of approach bother them the least, and eventually making contact, only for the cat to look at me like "thanks for finally petting me. are you stupid or something?"

what is your eye color. what is your favorite color. what is the color that appears most frequently in your wardrobe. what color is your favorite blanket. what color is your water bottle.

an ao3 author is never late, nor are they early; they post precisely when they mean to

Had a dream a dragon mutual sent me a dm like "hey i jusr wanted to let you know you should kill everyone in your situation" followed by a "sorry the dragon rage took over"

americans are a saudi oil baron's idea of classy. brits are an american's idea of classy. the french are a brit's idea of classy. unfortunately the chain ends here since the french's idea of classy is also the french

honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."

[VD: A video montage of the artist creating several different works set to inspiring, pulsing string music. Marchenko has pale skin and long, straight red hair and wears several different outfits throughout the clips. She first sews a dark outline into nearly invisible tulle fabric hanging over a vertical white wall, then stiches in various colors. The artworks shown often depict faces, butterflies, and hands. Sometimes the string ends are left dangling loose, sometimes they cross straight across the cloth to “bind” elements together, and sometimes they disappear as in classic embroidery. End VD.]

women are like diamonds: synthetically-produced women are not meaningfully different from naturally-formed women, and anyone trying to tell you otherwise is probably trying to justify keeping their women mines open

[Image ID: Tumblr tag reading: women are like diamonds because they are pretty and also are in minecraft sometimes /End ID]

[ID: a gif of a hill of long green grass shifting in large, ocean-like waves under a darkly clouded, stormy sky. End ID.]

[ID: a wizard in a robe with moons and stars on it standing in a kitchen at night, microwaving something in a mug. There is alchemy equipment and other wizarding paraphernalia on the countertop. The art is kept in warm tones, purples and pinks predominantly, with butter-yellow lights. End ID.]

[image description: a line drawing of Magnus, Angus and Taako. Magnus is a burly man with messy hair and bushy sideburns. Angus is a small boy with textured black hair and a feathered cap. They’re both grinning and offering trays of baked goods to Taako. Taako is an elf with a long braid down his back and an oversized wizard’s hat. He’s covering his mouth with a hand as if torn and trying not to look annoyed.]

[ID: two photographs of a blue, hanging glass lamp with star ornaments. One picture shows the lamp on, the other off. End ID]