Linktober Day 1: Mirror

the whimsical boy genius has been hanging out by the monolith outside town too much and now all his charming inventions are made out of jagged black iron and animal carcasses

The Entirety of Tumblr from Tumblr has been Chucked in to the ocean! You're all wet now.

As a fan of wolf359 who’s currently going through a dungeon Meshi obsession, anyone else getting Jacobi vibes from Kabru? I don’t exactly know what or why I just do

good morning i feel like seven dollars

Anyone who’s favorite Christmas song is carol of the bells is a green flag

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.

Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.

Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."

The funniest hyperfixations have gotta be the ones where you watch something and go "this thing is cute. I like it. not sure if Id call it a favorite of mine but its definitely enjoyable at least" and then cut to a month later and its completely overtaken your life

Kepcobi

Ship dynamics are always like Sunshine and Sunshine protector~ Cinnamon roll and their grumpy one 🤗 Well what about 2 cunts. They're both cunts and that's the dynamic. cunt4cunt.

Guys I just started bg3 and I keep seeing posts about someone named tav who is that

Is it just the agreed upon name for the player

Is it from the other baldurs gate games

advicetip for making ocs. if you find urself making a dude. especially if hes a villain & especially especially if hes gonna fall into like a sexyman category like hes a dapper trickster or a mad scientist or summthing. consider changing nothing abt the concept except you make her a woman instead. and you will have a good character i feel