"well I Guess All Three Of Us Lost Our Lives To Boys Who Went Too Far."

thinking about that illustration of solitude vs loneliness in which solitude is a dog peacefully holding its own leash & loneliness is a feral dog fighting against the restraint of the leash & feeling slightly insane

Okay big plot hole I notice after ATSV and I need an answer…

So because of into the spiderverse we know that if someone is in the wrong dimension they’ll glitch because they’re autonomy is built for their dimension. So in Spider-Man: no way home why did Tobey or Andrews Spider-Men not glitch? Like do we know yet or not?!!

The real villain of the movie.

reblog if you hate the current interior design trend of painting everything white with hints of grey or black. ignore if you have no taste

i'm curious to know the ratio of writers to readers on ao3 so here's a poll. when i say writer, i mean people who have published works on ao3, doesn't matter if it's once, or if it was ages ago, or if it's a regular occurrence. when i say reader, i mean people who have never published a work on ao3. the reader vote still counts if you don't have an account on ao3. if you're a writer who is also an active reader, please still click on the "writer" option!

please do boost this so it reaches a larger sample space!

A Merthur fic with Arthur coming out of that Lake in Modern times.

They find each other and are happy and Merlin shows Arthur everything of this strange new world. Everything is exciting but eventually they need to go to sleep.

But Arthur can’t sleep on Merlin’s very normal but adequate bed.

So Merlin gets him the nicest softest Mattress of all worthy for a King.

Arthur still can’t find sleep.

Then Merlin resorts to a replica of beds of medieval ages.

Arthur confirms that it’s just like his old bed but he still can’t find sleep.

Merlin brings him to one mattress shop after another to find the right thing.

At last Arthur find the right bed and immediately falls asleep.

It’s a waterbed.

And then it’s Merlin who can’t sleep in it.

Edwin Paine is me if anyone actually liked me.

We've all heard about the "can I buy you a drink?" bar flirting trope.

But this is Tumblr.

And I'd bet good donut money that we're more likely to spend time in a bookstore than a bar/club.

So without further ado:

I love Lancelot. That’s all that’s the post.