You Ever Hear That Old Chestnut About How Most People Neglect The Part Of The Story Of Icarus Where He

My mom just sent me this video without any context??

You have gone too far. You have married Fester. You have destroyed his spirit. You have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But, Debbie… pastels?

I just want dark wooden floors and an impressive book collection.

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

Shocking to me that the Caspava fans don’t understand that this isn’t the slow burn part anymore. they’re being in love currently. They both know how the other feels and know that the other person knows. and for the pace of their lives that’s enough.

they’re also super sappy romantic all the time in fun weird ways. Casper was all horny when Ava talked in his head! Ava—smarter than everyone, breaking down the spirits and minds of anyone who stands in her way—lets him care about her and allows brain power to eat the sandwiches he brings her. That crossword scene was CUTE.

like they’re meeting one another exactly where they’re at, and taking gestures and overtures at face value even though they’re both skeptical people who historically have seen making other people pull away from them as a sport.

The Blues Brothers (1980)

Keep your messaging simple:

“Trump fired everyone in charge of airplane safety, and a week later planes started crashing into each other.”

That’s it. That’s the messaging. Don’t get bogged down disputing Trump’s false claims. Just blame him, in short and repeatable sentences.

I lied, I don’t like sex. Put your clothes back on, we’re listening to Midnight Burger.

congrats, once you enter the magpod universe you are now bisexual unless it becomes important somehow.

dark academia but you live in the countryside

wax jackets (barbour or similar) with lots of pockets… you can carry so many books in a poacher’s pocket

battered leather boots that were smart once

walking through a village graveyard with the sun at your back, warming you slightly in the crisp morning

always carrying a pocketknife (opinels are preferable)

tweed jackets - practical and warm (and classic da)

sketching the animals and plants around you and pinning them up in your room

collecting insects and labelling them neatly in their boxes

finding a sun-bleached sheep skull on a mountainside and taking it home

wandering across fields and moors with no particular aim in mind, and a hip flask full of whisky to keep you warm

stone churches in tiny villages, the smell of old bibles, sun through stained glass windows

taking a stack of books down to the river to sit and read in the sun

riding your bike down to the village library, occupying the only table for the afternoon

paddling barefoot down freezing streams, trousers rolled to your knees, cutting your feet on the rocks and feeling alive