Just-a-passerby-passing-by - Boo.

update: i ran in, screamed “moriarty” really loudly and then ran out and now everyone thinks im crazy (which im not denying)

my PE teacher is playing staying alive in the gym yall know what this means….

oh did I forget to mention that Foxfire aka fairy fire aka chimpanzee fire exists

Foxfire is not a specific type of fungi, but rather refers to bioluminescence emitted by multiple species. Fun fact: it was used to illuminate the barometer and compass needles in one of the world’s first submarines, which incidentally was named Turtle.

last child i promise guys

Not my OTP, but a pair of characters I’ve been working on.

 I hear my name. Dione. I look up from my plate, and Rose is staring at me with concern.

“Sorry. I spaced out.”  She smiles softly at me, that painstakingly beautiful smile. 

Walking over to me, she kisses my forehead lightly. I stand up, moving towards the kitchen to help her prepare. Out of everything I didn’t know about her, the most shocking to me was that she was an amazing cook. No matter what she made, it always tasted amazing, and it always came out looking better than the picture in the cookbook. 

I didn’t know how she did it. Whenever I cooked, it would fail miserably. 

I bring the candles to our table, and have to admit that it looks amazing. 

She brings the food to the table, and we both sit down. 

After eating in silence for a few minutes, she murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear, “This really isn’t our style, is it? Romantic candlelit dinner?” 

I laugh softly. “Not really. Movie?” We both grin and pick up our plates, moving to the couch. She starts the movie, curled against me, the food already forgotten. 

Every now and then, one of us would place a featherlight kiss against the other’s face, or brush a strand of hair from our eyes. The second time I move to pull Rose’s hair back, I see that she’s fallen asleep in my arms. 

Carefully, as to not wake her up, I paused the TV, then switch it off.

I am slowly lulled to sleep by her soft breaths, both of us asleep, tangled in each other’s arms.

Imagine your OTP having a candlelit dinner and then falling asleep in each others arms

Pain. That’s all he can feel, that’s all he knows in this moment. The humans were wrong. The gods show no mercy, no remorse, no regret. The gods do not feel. The gods understand none of it. Love, hate, sadness, agony. 

The human. He has to find the human. He needs to tell the human. His human. Where is he now? All he can feel is pain. His vision is blurry, he cannot see. He needs to tell the human. His human will help him. He has to find his human. Where is his human? He wails, throwing himself on the ground. It is cold, cold and hard and unforgiving, like the gods. Maybe he should just stay here. Maybe the gods are right. 

No. He needs to find his human. He needs to get off the ground. 

The darkness is welcoming.

He needs to find his human. 

Come. Join us. 

Voices, voices, voices, like a soft whisper in his ears. He needs to find his human. But the voices will not stop, the voices of the dead, so much softer than those of the living, than those of the gods. He is tempted to join them, but he must find his human.

The human will be here soon. Wait with us.

The words aren’t a promise, but they sound like one. He will wait for his human. 

The darkness welcomes him. 

Yes. Yes, join us. The human will join you here. Come, down, farther! 

Gleeful laughter fills his ears. 

He lets the darkness take him.

The Angel gets his wings ripped off by the Gods as punishment for falling in love with a Human

about to present at my science fair wish me luck

not me casually jumping in front of the dart board right as they fire, definitely not

I think it’s cool that Darts have been added to the Olympics, but I don’t think they needed to make it so the contestants have to fire giant darts from a ballista onto a 50 foot large dart board :/

yep

Just outta curiosity has anyone seen my prompts posted on instagram or stuff by other people? Cause i know ppl post tumblr posts all the time on instagram

- Hal

m y s o n

im on page 32 of the song of achilles (first time reading it) and if these two fuckers dont kiss soon-