not self-care, not self-harm, but a secret third thing (scrolling through the hadestown tag on tumblr)

(whistful sigh) maybe this time scrolling through the hadestown tag will turn out differently

“you just like Anthony Lockwood because he’s cool”

you mean the tall skinny kid in a too-small suit who

- got himself locked in a bathroom

- freaked out because his coat got caught in a bush

- reads gossip magazines

- wore a bandage turban and robe to a work meeting

- picked up his crush’s laundry off her doorstep and then hid it behind his back when she opened the door

- strains orange juice through his teeth like blue whale

- tumbled down the stairs of a crypt headfirst

- left a crush confession necklace on top of an NDA

sure, I love him because he’s COOL.

reblog if AAAAAAAAA

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This is such an abstract type of comedy I don’t even know how to handle it

if you complete one task off your to do list you should be allowed 3 days of chilling afterwards as a reward

The coolest thing about Larp is just the amount of creativity it sparks. People around me are writing songs and poetry about their experiences, others are learning musical instruments, others are building shelves and lamps that can be disassembled and look IT, others are sewing banners and clothes, others are making jewellery, guitars are brought out from the basement and over there someone is using coal and ink to draw a scene they saw. Someone else is inventing a whole new religion, another one is writing down the history of a city that only exists in our minds, and three people over there are discussing how we could get a sundial working for us and another one is muttering about finding a telescope or possibly building one? Its just so much collaborative creativity and i love it.

IVE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH MY FRIEND FOR LIKE A YEAR NOW AND IT TURNS OUT WE KNEW EACH OTHER AND WERE FRIENDS WITH EACH OTHER PRETRANSITION

we we’re talking about how we had a mutual friend and how that was so wild and then they mentioned another friend i knew and i was like “yeah i played soccer with them both in the park” and my friend was like “wait does your deadname start with a C” and it turns out she was also there and we just had no idea who each other was this entire time till now

This is fucking wild

This is half a plot for a modern Shakespearean comedy of errors.

Romcom where two people meet cute and bond over how awful their exes were and plan elaborate revenge schemes but it turns out they both transitioned and are helping to plan revenge plots against themselves

yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-

did she just win.

I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!

wait wait wait stew goblin wait

get ready for the wedding

one year into the marriage

Brennan Lee Mulligan, during session 0: So, I can't fail to notice that in the back story draft, you've written, and I quote, "Halandil has three beloved children who are his only joy. Two of them young adults, one teenaged, all three he tries to keep safe at any cost. It would be extremely sad and tragic if anything bad happened to them, his angst would probably have no limits, it would be so, so terrible if any of them died". And then, a paragraph later, you also seem to be referring to them as his "precious, succulent kids, so killable, like wheat ready for the harvest of tragedy"...

Liam O'Brien, blinking so hard he might be permanently damaging his eyelid: Yeah, what about it

i fucking hate the “this is the good luck post.” Girl stop contributing to a superstitious environment with ur anecdotes there’s a million goddamn notes on it it’s statistically reasonable that a bunch of people remember the good things that happen after they reblog it

this is the statistically reasonable post, reblogging it will have no effect except for putting this post on your blog

guys this post really works! I reblogged it and it really did put the post on my blog! you need to try it!

reblog to give your mutuals a djungelskog

This belovéd weirdo

Unironically, this is why society would crumble without diversity

Classic night out with the bros

12 days until araman

is that song actually character-coded or is your brain a character-shaped hammer looking for lyrics to nail down somewhere

waiter, waiter! more pantheon smp please!! oh... tomorrow? okei