Welcome to a little part of my crazy and weird world. It´s just a random blog, i rarely post anything original (i need a brain and some talent) but i reblog A LOT
Peeta rocking up to Kindergarten unaware he’s about to have the most fundamentally altering experience of his life … the kid’s just going in there ready to learn how to count and he gets his soulmate dropped on him
being in your youth can be so agonizing like the world is burning and the US is doing god knows what and one million other terrible things are happening and you’re so overworked and exhausted that all you can do is buy your groceries with reusable bags and skim headlines knowing vaguely that they’re prophecies of terror and feel ashamed you don’t know more than you do but your mental health is already so bad you just have to take your 10 minutes off to try to scrape together some meaning and peace as it all starts to crumble around you and yet here in your home on your laptop you still have deadlines and the streets outside are quiet and you can’t breathe
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
Thor, watching the Dora train: this is very interesting
T’Challa, watching Thor watch the training of the Dora, unsure how to proceed: really? Because Wakanda has a rich history of elite special forces made exclusively of women, and we take great pride in them
Thor: wonderful! But I was referring to their fighting style. It is very different from that of the Valkyries of Asgard, and I wish to learn it, if possible
T’Challa:
Thor: when I was little I wanted to be a Valkyrie
T’Challa, breathing a sigh of relief: I was inconsolable for a week when my mother told me that I wasn’t allowed to join the Dora
T’Challa: I refused to leave my room
Thor: I refused to eat
(Shuri, filming this from behind a pillar: oh god there’s two of them)
This is one of my favorite posts because that cat’s fucking name is fucking meatloaf
Let us just appreciate that this person’s dad didn’t know when they would be home and so he couldn’t plan for them to be able to join the family for dinner, but he knew with no doubts that dear sweet Meatloaf staying in that exact position for hours was an absolute in this scenario. Truly, that cat was named well.
one of my favorite posts on tumblr over the course of 5 fucking years.. clearly i need a life
Meatloaf is a reliable cat and did not steal the money for selfish reasons. A rare friend.
future me is: drawing faeries, collecting summertime ivy, collecting lavender from farmer’s markets and drying enough for multiple bundles by my bedside, filling my head with ancient folklore, drinking green tea, getting lost in old forests, and getting enough sleep at night.