#and did many google searches

[star--anon]

so did everyone know Polaris is 3 stars and just didn't wanna tell me or what

[rustycamo]

The dawn chorus

When do the dawn birds first sing?

I wonder

As their sound crosses my room.

I don't think I've slept.

And angry and bright, the sun rises soon.

I missed another night.

When do the dawn birds first sing?

I wonder

As their melody- their cacophony- of trills finds me awake yet again

[bogos-bint3d]

Post that has rerouted my brain

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Finally started getting decals for my laptop

[iwonderwh0]

I googled fatal insomnia and now I'm paranoid. I did this to myself.

[sydmarch]

ok you wanna know how I IMMEDIATELY knew that evrart fucks? it all comes back to this alfred molina interview from frida:

[courfee]

Confusing my fbi agent

rules: list what's in your open tabs/the things you googled the last time you wrote fic

Tagged by @strwbi-laces and @imdamagecontrol thank you loves <33

when does a miller start working in the morning

weather inverness 1977

preen as say

word for someone who is pathetic

degradation kink what to say

oscar wilde red

plant that needs to be watered every day

person presenting chicken to crowd

i went through my search history cause despite having about 800 tabs open on my phone none of them are still fic research related so these are the most recent fic searches (that arent just character names) +1 art ref search cause it was funny

no pressure tagging @messrsage @messymoony @rweoutofthewoods @jmeslovr @autistpride

[autistic-katara]

i really need to stop accidentally spoiling myself while in the middle of a first time watch/listen/read or something but staying off of ao3 and pinterest is so hard 😔

[qulizalfos]

oh god oh fuck

[crossbackpoke-check]

about to be sooo nosy so. my apologies. but. morgan frost? girlfriend? do share (or don’t! again this is so nosy i’m sorry)

for legal purposes i can neither confirm nor deny anything about morgan and his girlfriend but afaik i think he’s single right now? at one point (within the past four years 😭) he did for sure have a girlfriend and that is the extent of my wag knowledge

[vulpinesaint]

i love living in the twenty first century. i've read like five different articles on the epic of gilgamesh picked at random to bring to class and all of them have at least mentioned enkidu and gilgamesh being gay (if it's not the outright focus of the article). absolutely fantastic

[genuflectx]

thanks

[aurheatum]

terpischorean

@thelightofcreation

"To think it was only two moons ago I was congratulating you on your performance during the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion," Rhea says, coming up to Sephiran though this time lacking any drink or other item in hand other than the mark of wind that so tediously stands out upon it.

"You must think me foolish, gathering the clergy for a seminar on the Ethereal Ball and its history only to tend up as... this."

She gestures at the venue before them, which while beautiful was undoubtedly eerie in its presentation particularly that of its staff. To think, Rhea a foreigner at an event meant to celebrate Garreg Mach's founding! Foolish indeed.

But she cannot be too morose for above them shines the Blue Sea Star still. She has no doubt She is watching over them all.

"I suppose this at least gives you all a chance to rest? If possible of course, I myself have tried reasoning with our elemental friends with little success."

She shakes her head and then with a wry smile offers the man her arm. "Do you dance, Sephiran? If so perhaps we might do so together."

[guardian-of-gotham]

@who-is-muses

When Harvey opened the door to his office on the first day of his new job, the first thing to greet him was a range of smells similar to a buffet table all set for Sunday brunch at a nice diner. The next thing to greet him was the sight of his best friend of several years, Bruce Wayne, turning towards the door in surprise after having lost track of time while obsessing over the smallest, perfectionistic details he wanted to get right before the other man arrived.

"Harvey?" Bruce glanced at the clock above the door, confirming that it was in fact time for his friend's shift to start soon. "Shit. Um... Surprise!?" Despite his own self-consciousness regarding his preparations, everything looked immaculate and over the top. Tea lights set atop miniature scales of justice were strewn about the room, safely distanced from anything flammable, of course, and a pair of detachable sconces containing a pot of algerian ivy were hung on the two side walls. Behind his friend's new desk was a large, round blackboard with "Congratulations Harvey!" written on it in an elegant font, and framing the whole thing was a giant golden laurel wreath. Off to the side was the true center of attention, though: a banquet cart supporting a larger set of scales, each tray laden with an assortment of food.

On the left, the dishes included grits and eggs with fried bologna, creamy mushroom and brie croissant sandwiches, bananas foster belgian waffles, cinnamon rolls, tahitian vanilla bean souffle with salted caramel anglaise, bourbon pecan cream cheese stuffed french toast, and buttermilk biscuits with sides of butter and sausage gravy. Underneath the tray, there was a chafing fuel can to keep everything warm. Such a thing wasn't present under the right tray, though, which contained chilled or room temperature foods, like chocolate-dipped strawberries, banana slices with a chocolate peanut butter ganache dipping sauce, coffee crumb cake, white chocolate raspberry scones, and a bowl of fresh raspberries and sliced strawberries with whipped cream. To the side of that tray, there was also a bucket of ice containing a bottle of Dom Perignon dated the year of Harvey's birth and a few pitchers of various juices. Meanwhile, the warmed tray had beside it a pot of coffee, a thermal carafe containing steamed milk, a tin of hot cocoa mix, a few jars of various syrups and toppings, and a ceramic cup containing a recently-made salted caramel latte with a laurel wreath drawn in the foam on top, a design which Bruce had spent months perfecting each time he made himself coffee at his own office.

Speaking of Bruce, the man himself looked nowhere near as elegant as everything he'd set up. Having gotten no sleep at all between the previous night's patrol and the extensive time spent in the kitchen this morning, his eyes were accented with a prominent pair of dark circles. He was sweaty and disheveled from running around to get everything done in time, leaving several strands of his otherwise slicked-back hair hanging in front of his face. To keep from over-heating, his shirt was only half-buttoned with the sleeves rolled up, and while his suit jacket hung neatly from the coat rack at the door, his tie hung loosely over his shoulders. He'd hoped to have the time to make himself look more presentable before Harvey arrived, but instead, he quite literally appeared to be a hot mess.

"Oh, um, these are for you!" Bruce blurted suddenly, stepping aside to reveal an ornate glass vase containing a bouquet of red and blue pansies on Harvey's desk. His new position also revealed a lock-picking kit he'd set aside there earlier, as well as a microwave and mini fridge tied up with red ribbon next to some filing cabinets against the back wall, but he was too tired and nervous about his friend's reaction to comment on, or even pay attention to any of that. A fiery pink haze spread across his cheeks as that nervousness shifted to embarrassment over the dawning realization that he'd likely overdone things.

"This isn't too much, is it?"

[loutrem]

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