Our Carefree Days Were Gone Before We Noticed

everyone stop reblogging the chains that don’t include the trans flag challenge

the near universal absence of hose in late medieval inspired visual media is so evil not for historical accuracy reasons or anything but bc I think they're hot & I'm offended by the implication that they're too weird or unattractive to include. fake men's legs enjoyers everywhere. I bet they wouldn't even appreciate the eroticism of a little flash of braies where the thigh meets the body if they got it. sad!

the prevalence of the “6 7” usage today is because the children crave the season six episode seven masterpiece that is “once more with feeling”

do you reckon the wall we kick our pussies up also has the lady door on it

folklore really was her contending with the idea that she might never find that beautiful, beautiful life that shimmers that innocent light back. when you think about it

are there still beautiful things?

heard someone say "who even owns a rolling pin anymore" and my brain froze trying to process it. what does that mean. are u implying rolling pins are outdated technology? did we come up with a shiny new 21st century method of flattening dough of which i remain uninformed? is there now an app on the app store people are using instead??? im losing my mind "who even owns a rolling pin" people who BAKE

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there's a letter left on your doorstep and the first thing that you'll read... is when you think tim mcgraw, i hope you think of me. i grabbed a pen and an old napkin and i wrote down our song. it's a love story, baby just say yes. all the pages are just slipping through my hands and i'm so scared of how this ends. the girl in the dress wrote you a song. lately i don't even know what page you're on. the story of us might be ending soon. she's the kind of book that you can't put down. i'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, cause i remember it all too well. i guess we fell apart in the usual way and the story's got dust on every page. i'd write this in the sky, i miss you like it's the very first night. oh my god she's insane, she wrote a song about me. i can see the end as it begins. you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars and why i've spent my whole life trying to put it into words. you'd be more than just a chapter in my old diaries. is this the end of all the endings? don't read the last page, but i stay. i hope i never lose you, i hope it never ends. if the story's over, why am i still writing pages? you know the greatest films of all time were never made. tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy. i think i've seen this film before and i didn't like the ending. you taught me a secret language i can't speak with anyone else. now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life, drawing hearts in the byline. long story short, it was a bad time. long story short, i survived. pages turn and stick to each other. on the way home, i wrote a poem. you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking. how long could we be a sad song? swirled you into all of my poems. put narcotics into all of my songs, and that's why you're still singing along. and it was written, i got cursed like eve got bitten. feeling like the very last drops from an ink pen. but she's got the best stories, you can be sure, that as she was leaving it felt like freedom. the professor said to write what you know, looking backwards might be the only way to move forward. now and then i re-read the manuscript, but the story isn't mine anymore. all my white diamonds and lovers are forever, in the papers, on the screen, and in their minds. have seen it before, they'll see it again, life is a song, it ends when it ends. i'm immortal now, babydolls.

Hi, my name is James Webbony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Space Telescope and I am a telescope in space (that's how I got my name) and I have a five-layer aluminum-coated Kapton sunshield protecting my instruments and gold-coated hexagonal primary mirror segments like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Lady Gaga (AN: if you don't know who she is, get the hell out of here!). I'm not related to the Hubble Space Telescope, but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm an infrared telescope but I am much larger than Spitzer. I have 18 primary mirror segments. I also study exoplanets, and I go to a telescope school in L2 where I'm in orbit (I was launched in 2021). I can see distant galaxies (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly gold. I love space, and I take all my photos there. For example, today I was taking a photo of the Cartwheel Galaxy, which is about 500 million light years away. I was using my NIRcam, NIRspec, MIRI, and FGS-NIRISS. I was walking outside L2. It was around 1 million miles away from Earth and there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I unfolded my primary mirrors at them.

I hate when king arthur has all these fussy little steps in the instructions and you're like "no way do these fussy little steps matter" but you try it and they do. they matter so much.

I thought you meant Camelot quests and I was like "that's fair, 'never pick a four leaf clover on the last Wednesday of the month' IS a fussy little step that shouldn't matter" but then I was like "wait isn't that also a flour company"

nooo I am not a beleaguered knight of the round table I am making elaborate focaccia 😭

The ancient texts were true… They DO have a reaction image for everything…

it's really funny how the entire world basically just blew the fuck up six short years ago and nobody wants to admit that that may have had some lasting consequences lmao

The crazy thing is, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if you asked me on any given day "Would like to see a picture of some genitals?" my answer would be "😰 No, that's... No, thank you. I'm okay, actually." I have nothing but the utmost respect for people who do engage with the penis side of the internet, but personally, I've spent the better part of two decades doing all I can NOT to have pictures of dick and balls or sexy bikini babe buttcheeks blasted onto my retinas constantly. And yet... to be denied the penis? To have a jumped up pile of javascript tell me, a grown adult with an air fryer and an outstanding council tax bill, that I cannot be trusted to withstand the sight of a bare nipple unless I let it scan my drivers' license? I will move heaven and earth to see that fucking nipple, friend. I will walk a thousand miles barefoot on hot coals before I give you big brother bitches my passport number. A thousand miles through the desert with five VPNs just to press my face up against the glass and see the last uncensored picture of two My Little Pony Characters sixty-nining each other, and I don't even want! to look at it! But I will! I must! for the sake of our fucking democracy!

i am so obsessed with the way dan and phil perform a whole ass song every tour when it has absolutely nothing to do with their regular content and neither of them are particularly vocally trained. like they really woke up one day when writing tatinof and said fuck it