#sooooooo good

[dinosaurwithablog]

I made pasta carbonara with my real Italian cheese from NY. I've never had it before, but I'll be making it often. It's amazing!!! It's very easy to make. It's sooooooo good that both Petey and I are moaning with delight 😊 😋😍 I think that I should have seconds for the first time in a long time. Everyone should come over and I'll make pasta carbonara for us all!!! 😋 😁😍

[loveable-sea-lemon]

everyone say thank you hair stylist 🫶🏻

[cjthestoryteller]

Amazing Cover Art

My super talented friend, @pilyarquitect, has gone and done it again. Check out these awesome drawings based on my story 'Slash's Revenge.' They are absolutely fantastic and make my heart so very happy. Please give pilyarquitect all the love and praise they deserve for these beautiful masterpieces. Thank you so much, pilyarquitect, for all you have done for me. You are such a wonderful person and I truly adore you, my friend!!! *hugs*

Click here to see more art by pilyarquitect…

Click here to read 'Slash’s Revenge'…

[babsaros]

as someone who loves taking naps, its so tragic that i’ve been condemned to live in such an anti-nap society

[glassiskies]

i don’t think the masterpiece that is the episode 2 of good omens is talked about enough

[millipedegf]

applaud — yves tumor

[greekgeek24]

This is my new favorite series. It’s literally the best story I’ve read, and you have to read it and talk to me about it.

[plantfeline]

okay literally one of my most favourite types fics is where the author is like. but what if the first war w/ voldemort was worse. what if it was just fucking awful and everyone was triple the amount of unhinged. the lore is always insane and the pure derangement of everyone just makes me crazy

[madwickedawesome]

Um okay so this came 2nd in Vidbir which is Ukraine's national final. Admittedly it won the jury votes and didn't do as well with the televotes WHICH IS THE ONLY TIME I WILL ACCEPT JURY OVER TELEVOTES 😭😭😭 but yeah

Oh my goddd I love this song so much, last year Ukraine's entry which I love was about Ukrainian mothers and now this one is about Ukrainian children and ugh I love it. The COLOUR SYMBOLISM.... the way that everything is white and she is in red, then the child comes on in pure white and she gives the bandura to the child like she's passing on culture to him and keeping it alive and then the red takes over like gun shot wounds and everything is red and he's pure white UGHHH I SOBBED FOR AN HOUR AFTER THIS I'M NOT JOKING 😭

[vlindervin7]

and every book you take and dust off from the shelf has lines between lines between lines that you read about yourself… but does a light shine on you???

[izacore]

my head is being banged

[bsaka7]

41 and pierresteban 😋

41 is the old revolution by Leonard Cohen... Which happens to be the song the title "you whom i cannot betray" comes from. so needless to say I've thought about pierresteban a lot to it, but more in reference to specific lines. Highly recommend the song on its own merit...ANYWAY good morning. is this fantasy??? is this a medieval-ish au??? who knows.

"You promised," Pierre said, his voice shaking and low. Esteban knew what he promised. They had made the vow long before, long enough ago that the old King had still been on the throne, that flowers still grew next to the roadside that stretched out between the houses they had grown up. Pierre cracked it the same as Esteban had shattered it. It was too far behind him now, too far to even touch, to remember.

Esteban looked at him; Pierre looked the same man, if perhaps he had been shaken apart and put back together again, a little different. They had both gone out into the wilderness, for King and ghost and country. Pierre looked as if he had been led back into himself. Esteban would never learn to speak of his time, the intricate patterns of memory flashing only in his dreams.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, a bird who had long-since lost his voice but still believed that perhaps he could be the one to sing. He shook his head instead.

Pierre looked at him with shining eyes, with anger, with belief, with a vow broken long before. He reached out, one hand around the back of Esteban's neck. Esteban thought perhaps, after everything, this could be how it all ended. He could let Pierre have this, and Esteban would not have to live with the past.

Pierre pulled him down into an embrace instead. He smelled of sweat, and the musk of his families storeroom, and the sweet water of the old well. Esteban's arms were limp at his side.

"Come on, Este," Pierre said, his voice halfway to broken.

Esteban put them around him, the living flesh between his palms unfamiliar. He couldn't close his eyes because he didn't know who would be there when he opened them. His chest shook, not of his own volition, a movement borne of earthquakes and landslides, hardly of any man.

Pierre patted him, like one might pat a good horse or an old friend. "There, there," he said, a familiar edge of mocking in his tone fading easily into a careful comfort as he held Esteban in his arms. There was no forgiveness there. Esteban did not, could not, ask for it. "Welcome back home."

[minijenn]

So my new years resolution for 2023 is to read a whole hecking lot more and I recently picked up The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue and lemme tell you this book might just become my personality for the next month or so

[nr1chuufan]

[freesomebodybyluna]