Do You Guys Think Bugs Think The World Is Pretty Too

Just a reminder that listening to Hozier and not caring about politics is not something you can do. You can't listen to his music and not care about the world. You can't just ignore the political messages in his music. A big part of Hozier as an artist, and as a person, is bringing awareness to different issues and standing up for human rights. You can make jokes about him being otherworldly and a tree man because yes, a lot of his romance and morbid songs surround the physical earth it self but you cannot take away the years he's spent discussing human rights issues. He didn't spend 10 fucking years creating incredible albums riddled with songs like Take Me To Church, Nina Cried Power, Foreigner's God, Cherry Wine, and Eat Your Young just to have the political context, a.k.a the heart and soul of those songs, to he ignored. His "aesthetic" is not fairies and forests and skinny white girls in pretty dresses, his "aesthetic" is confronting the government and its corruption to shine light on issues that have been ignored for decades. You can't listen to Hozier and claim to love his music while not paying attention to the world around you.

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All I'm saying is Jayce Talis is a bisexual polyamorous man who has a type and that type is just, Higher Beings. His type is just Jesus Christ. Bro straight up wants to fuck God

Edit: damn bisexuals found this post hello y'all hope you have a nice day the post reached its target audience

somewhere in zadash's premium smut shop:

meanwhile, caleb celebrating fjorester's engagement in nicodranas:

jesus christ could you get any gayer

the best part of the social worker in the horse situation isn't even that there was a social worker in a horse or that dr hannibal b cannibal was disgusted by it or even the really gay ass hannigram scene immediately after. it's that hannibal deadass told the social worker to get back in the horse because suffocating inside a horse is preferable to any situation in which will graham has a gun

Essek was seated on the couch in the living room. Caleb stepped up behind him and, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, leaned his brow against the crown of Essek’s head. Essek made a small noise of greeting and raised a hand to rest at the nape of Caleb’s neck. His fingers worked their way underneath Caleb’s ponytail and scratched gently at his scalp. Caleb sighed, a haze of contentment settling over him at the touch. Essek tilted his head back, running his nose along the length of Caleb’s. “Hello, dear,” he said. “Hallo.”

An illustration of one of my favorite moments from my fic How to Rest! I love the wizards and I love when they are soft!!!

they keep adopting strays it’s become a problem

Bathtime 💖

See, our first mistake was trying to have a civilization in northern Europe between October and February. The darkest three months of the year should be for staying home under the blankets, midwinter festivals, and getting blind drunk when the sun goes down at 4 pm like the bog gods intended.