You Should Only Write In Present Tense With Extreme Caution.

Dates Cathy and Anne Would Go On

Bookshop dates- This mainly involves following each other around for the first ten minutes, and then losing each other. They occasionally go back to the other to excitedly whisper “Look what I found <3″, after they found a book they’d been wanting or the other had been after. By the end of the trip, both their arms would be full, but Anne would always insist on carrying Cathy’s, so Anne’s arms would be overflowing. Cathy’s first stop is usually the classic or high-fantasy section, and Anne’s is the sci-fi/Manga or a graphic novel section.

Picnics- This would be the time where Anne is the least like a gremlin, because 1) there is food, 2) they’re at the park and dogs always come up to them (I headcanon both of them being dog people), 3) Cathy looks beautiful in the sunlight. Anne always tries to cuddle Cathy, and Cathy’s always trying not to choke on whatever she’s eating bc Anne is tickling her.

Stargazing trips- Cathy knows all the names of the stars and constellations, and she’ll rant about their stories too. Anne listens, not even looking at the stars but just at how beautiful Cathy is in the starlight. They lie on top of their car, which is a beat-up blue jeep with mud all along the sides.

not-really-a-date-but-I-wanted-to-write-about-it - Anne will just randomly come into Cathy’s room with coffee and then she’ll sit on Cathy’s bed, just watching her write. The tap of the keyboard eases her, and watching Cathy turn around to hand her the writing to read makes her really happy bc Cathy doesn’t share her work with anyone else until it’s fully finished. 

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I’m increasingly worried by all the people on my dash calling themselves insane for loving stories in the way humans have loved stories our whole history. “The brain rot is spreading” — you mean you were changed by art? “I’m not normal about this” — you were moved by it? You felt human emotions about it? “I’m about to be so annoying” — you’re going to talk about art? You’re going to be passionate? You’re going to think deeply about it? You’re going to feel love for the work of someone’s soul? You are not a consumer and art is not a product to be casually used! You are a human and stories are the beating heart of our humanity! You must feel everything and you must know that it is normal!

I haven't even watched the show yet but it's posts like these that make me want to watch it more than the flattery ones because I love nothing more than getting angry at a show for getting rid of angry characters

it's so fun how they removed sokka's sexism because it's "problematic" but then took away every aspect of katara that made her who she is and completely flattened her personality in a way that leaves none of the aspects that made her a feminist character and in a way that is only ever done to female characters and by fun i mean im going to kill them

You know how companies used to make flour sacks with pretty flower patterns on them because mothers would make dresses out of them for their daughters? We should bring that back. Paper bags designed to be reused as wrapping paper. Jars of jam designed to look nice filled with pencils or homemade sauces. Fabric that's high quality enough to use as a patch.

Give things a second life!!

Percy Jackson episode 3 + text posts

what a cute couple i bet they shop at forever 21

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home.

The streets no longer know them. They do not seem to fit in their own bodies as they stroll the cobbles, Lucy’s hand tucked carefully into Peter’s, Edmund trailing watchfully behind Susan like a shadow. Their eyes are sharp, their smiles crooked, and those who see them cross to the opposite side of the road, afraid of the ancient gleam they see reflected back at them that does not belong in the eyes of a child.

Water murmurs to Lucy when she flits past, and lamplight follows her wherever she goes, even in broad daylight when the lamps are unlit. Their flames sputter into existence when she walks by, flickering at her in a way that seems to whisper I know you. Lucy looks at them with feral teeth and smiles, and vines twist from the cobbles at her feet. She laughs like a wild thing, eyes glowing, but a moment later she blinks and it is gone. Her feet hardly seem to touch the ground at all as she darts through the alleys.

The sky is clearer when Peter walks the streets, clouds vanishing like they were never there at all. His eyes are too much like a lion’s, struck through with gold and filled with a brooding fierceness, yet he laughs as he twirls Lucy around, and claps Edmund on the back as they share a stupid joke, and smiles with Susan when she tells him of the bow she plans to carve. He is all warmth and friendliness, but there is something about his eyes. There is something about all of their eyes.

The sun caresses Susan as she moves about, and she is graceful, too graceful, her hair seeming to be alive of its own accord as she steps lightly along the streets. Her skin is pale like ice, and sometimes her gaze appears almost silver as she stands by the river, gazing into its depths with a distant, siren-cold smile. She is gentle, but her fingers look a little too long sometimes. Her laugh is a little too unsettling.

Trees lean towards Edmund when he walks past, branches scraping his clothing, leaves showering around him. Books and journals and pages covered in notes perpetually fill his arms, spilling from his grasp but never quite falling. His voice is even-keeled, quiet, but there is something wild about it, something unhinged. He speaks of things none have ever heard before, dark hair falling into his eyes, mouth unsmiling and hands perfectly still, and for a moment he seems to be someone else, fangs beneath his lips, dirt on his tongue. He tilts his head just a little too far, sometimes.

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home. They do not fit their bodies. They do not fit the streets. People who encounter them cross to the other side of the road to avoid them, terrified of the oldness they see in the children’s faces. Such depth does not belong in the gaze of a child.

And yet four sets of eyes, ancient and deep and flickering like candlelight, stare out from the children’s faces, and their smiles are sharp, too sharp. Their laughter is a little too wild as they walk, the oldest and youngest hand-in-hand, the middle children trailing each other like shadows.

There is something about those children’s eyes.

There is something about those children.

”Aang is the one who reminds Katara to be a kid” PUT SOME RESPECT ON TOPH’S NAME!!! Toph brings out Katara’s inner child, not the sunshine rainbow flower crown inner child, but her internal gremlin. Her pettiness and violence and self-centered mischief. Aang is a ride-or-die friend sometimes, but when they’re together, Katara’s priorities are always 1) the state of the world and 2) Aang himself. Like she can be playful but she’s never really distracted from her sense of responsibility.

With Toph, Katara prioritizes much more childlike things, like having the last word in an argument, and whether her friends think she’s cool, and laughing in a day spa, and petty revenge. Only Toph can drag Katara down to her level of immaturity and I think that’s beautiful

i want to show some fucking appreciation for amita suman. inej was most likely forced to strip in front of clients while at the menagerie. and i think amita’s acting shows that, her facial expressions in this scene show that she’s thinking of the last time she had to do this, there’s a hardness in her expression. but when she sees the kaz is turned away, his eyes averted, her gaze softens

Rosewood Chronicles Characters Coping Mechanisms

Lottie: painting, musical theatre, Taylor Swift music and interviews, Studio Ghibli films, cheesy films from the 80′s/90′s, early Disney channel shows and movies, queer romance books (specifically either with a queer couple or a queer main character- she also gets very upset when her OTP doesn’t get together), funny baby complications on youtube, Claude Monet art, mood boards

Ellie: rock/metal music, Ricky Montgomery music, sci-fi films (Back to the Future, E.T, ghostbusters), ranting on Tumblr about her parents, writing music, boxing, vine complications, that one comedian I can never remember the name of, karate, dying her hair

Binah: cinnamon, her parents cooking, reading classics under a thick quilt, science videos, ted ed videos, 

Jamie: high fantasy books (he lives by Brandon Sanderson), running, ju jit zu 

Anastacia: painting her nails bright colours, adding things into her online shopping cart (she calls it ~therapy~), cuddling with Saskia, plaiting her hair,  

Saskia: knitting, cuddling with Anastacia, gymnastics