You know i just reblogged this but im reblogging again to say i keep looking at baby jesus with the lighter and cackling madly because i love this so much
this makes me laugh every year
i’m always too busy losing my shit at baby jesus with the lighter that i never registered “HEY-SUS” oh my goddd
as someone with aragorn’s kind of face framing layers i just know the front pieces are hanging in his eyes all day every day… “my path is hidden from me” you are 4 bobby pins away from utter clarity.
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
obsessed with the fact that howl movingcastle is, like, the ideal portal fantasy protagonist. he’s a welsh rugby-playing grad student who enters a magical world where he discovers he’s a wildly powerful wizard. there’s an evil witch out to get him and the king needs his help and there’s a curse catching up with him. he has a magical creature sidekick and an orphan apprentice and a mentor who gets killed by the evil witch halfway through and a love interest under a terrible curse. the story is BEGGING for him to be the main character. and he’s just like. no <3.
his louche useless fuckboy energy is so strong he does it IN TWO REALITIES AT ONCE.
One of my neighbors has two freaky dogs. Creepy, uncanny dogs. Two dogs which move like a single entity in two bodies. Anzu is freaked out by them. Their owner looks beleaguered by them. Whenever I see them she has the exhausted affect of an overworked domestic servant. It looks like she is in charge of two elven princes who have been cursed to take canine form. They often look as if they’re planning to eat smaller dogs, but never bark, even while standing up on their hind legs or stalking other dogs down the sidewalk, which of course makes them creepier.
I was extremely confident in my breed ID on these dogs but tonight they came close enough without Anzu barking at THEM, I was like, for due diligence and my own satisfaction I will ask. “Are they basenjis?”
The owner, being dragged in opposite directions on two leashes like the victim of a terrible Roman torture, gasped “yes” with the faintest of breaths. And then her dogs carried her away
my favorite thing about navigating fanfiction is finding a really good one and being all “oh boy this was good, I hope they have more!” and literally every other story they’ve ever written was for like Miami Vice
