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i get a little too emotionally involved when watching venom

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Bunch of grapes (China, 19th century).

Amethyst and jade.

Image and text information courtesy Philadelphia Museum of Art.

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I love how everyone else in avengers 4 is like really depressed and upset and then Scott Lang is just

(lol guys ik that he probably just doesn’t know about Thanos yet but he seems to be the comic relief so far. I’m sure he’ll have his moments)

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new fave insult:

this is a weird hill you’ve chosen to die on, but at least you’re dead.

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I was like “Hey, how cool would it be to make a fake Artemis Fowl cover?“—and then I did

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Wow I wonder if school is canceled

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Time lapse of a blizzard that dropped 31 inches of snow in 48 hours!

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Oh just take my heart already

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GrEaT now I’m crYiNG

This has probably been done before, but imagine if Harry developed severe claustrophobia after sleeping in a cupboard for most of his life and has a phobia of cramped spaces.

Imagine Draco finding out after he and Harry get trapped in a cramped space together (maybe someone locked them in one of the school cupboards as a sick prank,) and Harry has a fucking anxiety attack.

Draco doesn’t know what to do or say, he just puts aside his pettiness for a moment to calm Harry down until they’re rescued. It actually frightens him how terrified Harry is and all he can do is hug him and tell him to breathe.

After help arrives, they never speak about the incident again and immediately return to being rivals. Harry is almost certain that Malfoy will tell everyone about what happened and that he’ll be a laughing stock.

To his surprise, Draco never does.

I’m imagining this and it’s making me sad.

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NeEd

There are pencils that turn into plants when you’re done using them. 

The ‘Sprout Pencil’ is the first sustainable pencil in the world that can be planted after use.

“We have chosen the seeds for our pencils with great care, and they germinate quickly: i.e. within 1-3 weeks, depending on the seed variety. Most plants can be grown both indoors and outdoors.” 

It’s made of natural materials: the body is cedar wood, and the “lead” is a mixture of clay and graphite.

Sprout pencils are available in 22 varieties, including sunflower, mint, lavender, sage, forget-me-not, cherry tomato, sweet pea, cilantro, and wild strawberry.

What to do

“When the Sprout Pencil has become too short to write with, it is ready to be planted. Follow the simple instructions below and see your Sprout pencil sprout.”

They are also available in the colored pencil variety, which makes me oh-so-happy! 

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Do not cronch the bees Or else I will cronch your curtains

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

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Do not cronch the bees Or else I will cronch your curtains

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

I will cronch the bees

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I am half asleep potato potato

Howl (Werewolf AU)

For centuries, the Madej men had been cursed. Each came with a wolf within them. Over time, the wolf would become stronger and stronger until it could no longer be controlled.

Only true love can break the curse, by weakening the wolf enough to kill it. However, no one has filled that role, unable to penetrate the steel-like flesh of their lovers with any sort of weapon. The feat seemed impossible for so long that many Madejs had simply allowed the fever of their beast to destroy them.

Ironically, Shane was the first in a hundred years to believe that, maybe, there was a way to break the curse once and for all. He had to try, for his newborn nephew.

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Shane was in pain; the beast let out a wailing howl through his long-fanged muzzle as he thrashed from side to side. Clawed paws, made dark by wet earth, clutched at his shaking head. His body, grotesquely transfigured and covered with fur as dark as night, was as taught as a bowstring, awaiting any chance to simply snap. God only knew what would happen then.

Ryan approached, carefully, quietly, as a rabbit would through the brush. With each step, his heart buried itself further into his throat and his stomach sank deeper into his knees. Sweat pooled under his collar, and yet, he shivered for the ice swimming in his veins.

You would just leave me there?

The moment the pungent scent of musk hit Ryan’s nose, he stopped. He was close enough.

“I’m not leaving you, Shane,” Ryan declared, just beneath his breath but loud enough for the beast to turn his attention to the trembling man before him. More resolutely, Ryan shouted, “I’m not leaving you!”

“Ryan!” he heard Sara yell behind him.

Shane charged. Towards Ryan or towards Sara, it was difficult to establish. Regardless, Ryan summoned every ounce of courage he never had to leap in front of the beast.

The force of the beast’s momentum knocked him down. He landed on his back with a deafening thud, air painfully forced from his lungs with a cry. Twigs and thorns bit at any exposed flesh, but it was easy to ignore the discomfort when his attention was fully on the wet, hot breath upon his cheek. Ryan wasn’t sure how he managed to put his arm between him and Shane’s neck just in time to keep his head.

Another shout of his name sounded off in the background like a gunshot.

With great effort, he strained, keeping the beast at bay. Shane snarled and snapped at him. The edges of his teeth grazed the skin of Ryan’s face in a mockery of a kiss.

“I’m. Not. Leaving. You.” Ryan promised between every breath. “Sara told me - about your family’s curse, about how only true love can kill the wolf, but I’m not abandoning you, and I sure as hell am not gonna kill you.”

Sara’s voice echoed in his head; her sob of, “I couldn’t kill him, even though I tried. So, it’s gotta be you, Ryan. You have to be his true love.”

Ryan’s hand gripped his knife tighter.

But, how could it be him? How could it be him if Ryan was too selfish to let Shane go?

Ryan’s eyes grew heavy with a fresh wave of tears. Exhaustion numbed his muscles, and his limbs shook more intensely. Strength rapidly depleting, Ryan could no longer exert much more effort.

For what could have been the final time, Ryan peered into the beast’s hazel eyes. Memory upon memory played like a film reel in his mind, an echo of their friendship and affection, something to hold onto as he met his end. Ryan, at the moment of his demise, was not afraid; what a wonderful life he had lived for having known Shane.

“I love you,” Ryan whispered, voice wet. He allowed the knife to drop from his hand while his other arm gave way.

For several pounding heartbeats, Ryan waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing happened. He was still alive. The beast simply stared at him.

Then, Shane’s fur began to recede within his contracting body as his visage softened into that of his human counterpart. Ryan cringed at the sound of bones popping and flesh melting, but he was happier for Shane’s transformation into someone he finally recognized.

Once Shane had completed his transmutation, he collapsed upon Ryan. The smaller man gave an “oof!” as for the second time that night, the wind was knocked right out of him. This time, he laughed in response. He brought an arm up to hold Shane tighter against his chest, more than happy to allow his companion a sanctuary to rest in.

The sound of leaves rustling and boots pounding the ground brought Ryan’s attention to Sara. She kneeled by his side to examine Shane, passed out or asleep, Ryan couldn’t quite tell.

“I guess there’s more than one way to kill a wolf,” Sara mused with a chuckle.

Ryan faced her and smiled. “I told you he was just being dramatic.”

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Yesyesyes

I love that Shane's first instinct upon seeing Ryan looking like he was about to pass out at the asmr bit was to comfortingly grab his arm like that. It was so cute omg

YES! He really did that; it was like how you catch someone who’s fainting and when you watch his face of realisation and the smile that appears, he’s so in for this bit I’m just

How fjdkndkjfg adorable.