Languages tend to peak at their word for butterfly. Never seen 2 that are the same, either. Papillon. Mariposa. Borboleta. Fluture. Vlinder. Schmetterling. Pillangó. Babochka. Farfalla. Sommerfugl. Perhonen. Farasha. Titali. Chōchō. Nabi. Húdié. Buom buom. Great job guys, i really mean it.

i love palamades sextus because it's like. he's "the greatest necromancer of his generation". he's jealous of an eighteen year old. he's in a codependant relationship with his cousin. he's writing erotic wlw fanfic on the wallpaper of his hallucinated River bubble. he rewrote known necrophysics. he was homewrecked. he finds those little outfits that nurses wear and strong work ethic and high test scores sexy. he's been in love with a woman seven years older than him since he was eight. he gave an ancient saint turbo cancer. he blew himself up. he's dead. he's alive. he's banned from selling erotic wlw fanfic he conceived in his necrophysically impossible River bubble. he's taking care of the dead soul of the earth in the body of a girl who lobotomized herself. he never forgets anything. and he isn't even technically the main character. NO ONE is doing it quite like him.

I am rereading Gideon the Ninth and one of the funniest scenes in the whole book gotta be the scene where Gideon (has never had a hot beverage in her life) knocks back half a cup of boiling tea. And then just stands there suffering in silence. Imagine being Jeannemary Chatur or someone and seeing the super cool and mysterious Shadow Cultist from the Ninth House just absolutely SHOTTING a cup of piping hot tea. and then trying to play it cool. I would lose it.

half the time im like oh harrow and gideon are gonna be so tragic and will probs never make confessions of love to each other but then in GtN gideon hears magnus doing the 'cavalier primarried' joke and shes like yeah i wanna steal that and then i kinda have to get way too hopeful. this series is literally chekhov's gun central. why would gideon want to steal that joke if she wasnt gonna confess her undying love for harrow

Does anyone know what to do about the temperature and also the prices

y’all ever doing okay and then you remember how griddlehark “grew up in each other’s pockets”. spent their entire childhoods messing with each other because they had no one else. their hatred so complete it was a form of love. btw. if you even care.

harrow always complaining about ortus being obsessed w poetry meanwhile every time she thinks about gideon she spews literally the most poetic descriptions of what she means to her.

logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

You walked up to that house in the rain on purpose

the fuck else would I be sloshing around in a wet ballgown for