You Punch In A Date, And Activate The Time Machine. There’s A Flash Of Light, And You Black Out.

Everyone has the name of their supposed soulmate printed on the inside of your wrist. You, however, are defiant, and begin dating someone that’s not your soulmate. It turns out that not meeting someone with the magic expectation that you’re ‘meant to be for each other and will get married and live happily ever after’ actually made you two get along pretty well, and you’re now deeply in love with them. However, after several years of dating this person, both your and your S.O.’s real ‘soulmates’ find you, and they’re both furious that you didn’t wait for them.

I can relate to this on a spiritual level.

Some sketches of the wild Raven while he is still in the park, he is a joy to sit with and draw. Even if he tries to steal my sketchbook at every opportunity. 

Rinat Voligamsi (Russian, b. 1968), A Cluster of Houses above the Woods, 2017. Oil on canvas, 120 x 120 cm.

YO.

You’re a hit man with a conscience - before every kill, you help the victim check something off their bucket list.

Turned out the foot traffic of a mythical labyrinth wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

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napping bear. or, melodramatic thespian bear.  photos by olav thokle in alaska’s lake clark national park

Just thought you should know I was browsing Archive Of Our Own and came across an actual fanfic about PIE. The fandom was listed as "languages (anthropomorphic)" and it had pairings such as "Mycenaean Greek/Minoan", "Gothic/Gaulic Latin" and "Pregermanic/Maglemosian". I just about died.

oh my god???!?