the quiet things that no one ever knows

so our narrator sets out on his lonely journey and the good old boys drinking whisky and rye were a band of rebels who were hiding to avoid execution and eventually there was enough civil unrest that the people turned on the Evil Jester but he had called upon some sort of demonic evil magic and the rebel forces were destroyed and then after years of wandering and sharing his tale to all who would listen, our hero returns to his home kingdom only to find it abandoned and in a state of ruin, and he asks a fair maiden in a blue gown what had become of The Music and she explained the music had been dead for a long, long time and now, knowing that everything he had ever stood for was destroyed, our lonely hero, now old and weary, returned to the band of outcast he’d befriended, where they sang bittersweet songs of the forgotten and drank whisky and rye until death came and gently lead their weary souls to where they could merrily sing once more i was incredibly let down to learn this was not the authorial intent

some of my fav carrie quotes for a little carrie positivity that we need now ❤

Tell me about Natasha Romanoff strongly advocating against child soldiers and human traffic and senseless cold wars.

What’s the point of having long-standing, serialized fiction about fundamentally moral people if you’re gonna put them in a vacuum???

3. drowsy car rides. soft radio buzz. pillow on the window. pulling on your seatbelt. waking up and not knowing where you are.

Just thought I would bring these back because wow, look at me

(via pepethefrog)