Hbo Max Blocks Screenshots Even When I Use The Snipping Tool AND Firefox AND Ublock Which Is A Fucking

been getting a taste of felila lately

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914 Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company.

looking at adrien's depressing ass room i reeeaaallly hope we can see them decorating, planning and figuring out what the new one will look like i would love to see the whole process like picking out wall colors, furniture, maybe other cool things like the firepole he had before or or the basketball court if he'll ever use it

Y'all ever just suddenly have the overwhelming urge to swim??? Like not actively but you just wanna,,, be in the water and have some Peace

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP SCIENTISTS AT THE SCHMIDT OCEAN INSTITUTE HAVE FOOTAGE OF A LIVE COLOSSAL SQUID FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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miraculous ladybug seasons 1-3 ladynoir + text posts

waiting for a fandom to come that somehow ships two people in more ways than miraculous. We’re even coming up with new ones, bravo people

We got the Love square and its 4 ships. Then we have the reverse versions who have 4 ships and when we mix and match, things get WILD. 8 more ships, (and 16 if you want to self-ship). THEN we have Cat walker, adding 2 more ships. THEN we have the fan made Loveybug. Another 2. But they can be shipped with the reverse worlders as well, so another 16 with self-ships.

And then I’m probably forgetting some niche variation but I’ll add another 4 to cover some I forgot.

In total, 2 people make 48 ships. And probably more… jeez

to earth, from émilie

this 100 word drabble is the feather chapter from my @sadrien-week ficlet Like Salt Water to a Blister, posted yesterday to ao3, but I like it so much, I decided to share it here on its own.

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It was strange, to feel so proud of something so entirely morbid. But every bit of her was.

Her heart dropped to her stomach when it happened. When she saw her precious baby, lying on the ground, tears streaming down his red, ruddy cheeks. His tiny leg— swollen, even beyond the normal baby fat. It was horrible.

But at the same time, it was magnificent.

Instead of floating like a feather, he fell— to Earth. Solid, and human, and breakable. Real.

“Hush, you’re okay,” Emilie whispered as she brought Adrien close, kissing golden hair. “My love, stop crying.”

He did.

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