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Rewatching ADoW now that it's on Netflix and 🫣

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Enimies to lovers Jekyllstein I beg

I will fall over in absolute praise

oooh you know what!!! I always manage to forget that, but in good-ending-AU they were, in fact, enemies to lovers a couple of first years when studying together!! here's some sketches about that take and I absolutely adore the idea of them fighting like two angry kittens.

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MOON. WE NEED JEKYLLSTEIN BEFORE SLEEP SNUGGLES. THIS IS URGENT

he just got biggest throwback to their college times ever

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there are many benefits to being a Naval Salior

it used to be pretty common for there to be cats on boats. they'd take care of any rodents who would chew on ropes or wires and spread diseases. sailors were also superstitious and believed that having a cat aboard would bring good luck! this belief passed on to their wives, who kept cats - especially black ones who were believed to be extra lucky - at home in order to keep their husbands safe when at sea.

another popular superstition? that if a cat came aboard it was a sign of luck, but if it only boarded halfway and then left, it was a sign of bad luck.

most ship's cats are only found in modern times on private vessels, but they have roots going back to early history. one such example is the Vikings, who took cats with them on expeditions.

Sources: Ship's Cats, @Manglewood

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While playing Don’t Starve, I examined a grave I had robbed and Wilson gave the nugget of wisdom of “I should probably feel bad about that”. It reminded me how much I love this disconnected, weird, reclusive, self labelled ‘genius’.

Bonus Maxwell for being a horrible jerk of a stud.

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Last year… on this day…

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thinking of when I had a dream I was an aging white father of 3 kids and my weeping wife was begging me to not leave (I don’t know why I was leaving her) and as I walked out the front door of our suburban home I turned around in my khakis and said “I’m sorry, but I have to go now and….I’m never coming back. I love you” and then woke up like

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thinking about them

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when I think of Elizabeth I get so :< there's always so many layers to unpack but thinking of how she clearly loved her brother and worried for him to the point that she just quietly accepted the decisions made for her to take on that massive, undue responsibility of trying to make him happy and wahh. what was she thinking that night. knowing that their dad also fully expected her to cure victor's woes and bring their family back together happily, and knowing that victor expected it, and spending so long worrying about it and hoping that maybe this would fix everything that plagued and devastated them for so long and that could make it worth it—only to see victor's worsening panic and erratic behavior just the same, or even worse, than usual, and getting closed up in their room alone in a strange place at night, and having to realize that, for all the dread and heartaches, she hadn't fixed anything at all

did she think about how she had to grow up too fast, or think about how she'd spent so long submitting to the plans made for her and waiting her life away for victor because so many people's hopes and dreams rested on her. did she ever think it was strange and unfair and wrong or did she really believe it was her duty and she was only repaying the love and kindness that her family had shown to her... did she still think of that letter she sent victor when she asked him if he thought of her as a sister only, or a childhood playmate, and did she hope that it were actually true... did she remember telling him how their marriage would leave her miserable forever unless it was by his free choice and not the one pressured by their parents, and wonder if, since she was laying in bed so miserable now, he really had lied to her, and they would both be bound by a promise to their dead mother, that neither of them wanted but couldn't take back

and mingled with everything else she had the weight on her mind of victor's promise to tell her his secret, all the horrible things he'd said about it, how it would horrify her and how evil it was, and having no idea what he would tell her, and wondering what he could've possibly done, while being acutely aware of his anxiety and distance and fear related to it... did she have that mingled dread but anticipation for tomorrow, because tomorrow she wouldn't be alone in the dark anymore but tomorrow victor would tell her something that could change her perception of him forever, did she want to know, or did she wish that he'd never mentioned he had a secret at all

did she just lay awake thinking of how her last sight of victor before she left was how he looked terrified and told her that tonight was dreadful—very dreadful, and he told her to go to bed so he could be alone

did she spend her last night thinking she was a failure

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perpetual state of <:^(

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from the for love & lemons’ rtw summer 2o18 collection. 

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Babylonian era problems. (photo via tbc34)

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there’s a guy at work who’s forcing everyone in the breakroom to gender me right by yelling my name at any given moment 

he also said he was sorry he read my deadname on the worksheet but was “going to get black out drunk and probably forget dw” 

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lost in the moss

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Brett is just getting a public review of his job performance.

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Rose bath